Like a dark sari
black clouds drape the sky; lightning
as a shining waist-band
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PadmaShree, Sri Jayanta Mahapatra once said,"There is something in me that refuses to die. It’s there, somewhere deep inside me perhaps. And this is poetry." The genesis of POETICbug was thus an act of unleashing the curbed thoughts in the form of poems. POETICbug,says, "I praise; I dare; I invoke care; You write, recite my glory; I am, Poetry." -Taking forward the spirit of poetry !
Each day a kind deed.
Love you, evermore
It's winter time here in India during February. And it was this time of the year a decade ago when a journey from friendship to courtship had begun which now has moved into marriage. Since my husband and I would be celebrating 10 years this year, to that moment in winter when we confessed our feelings, my mind is full of those memories. Thank you Poetry Jam for giving this prompt.
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Wintry evening stroll so nice,
Holding her hand,
He said, stuttering thrice,Holding her hand,
“That feeling in you,
Is a part of mine,
On this day and forever,
Will you be my Valentine?”
For her, the world stood still,
The cold breeze kissed her face,
Asked her to commit a yes.
Standing under the single lit lamp-post
Quietly for minutes, so long,
She said, fighting the frost,
“This feeling in me,
Is a part of you, I know,
Since this day, until eternity,
I would love you, evermore.”
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For the Indian Bride
Sometimes I think
and mostly do not,
Sometimes it
bothers or may be not,
When the question,
That inevitable
one,
Sooner or later,
it arrives,
From the moment I am
promoted as a wife.
My wedding make
up is still not gone,
The woman in me
yet to be turned on,
Only yesterday I
had my first night,
And today both
sides expect a news delight!
Let me know him,
feel him, want him
O! Love him
right;
Then for few
others,
This skips for a
year, two, three or five,
One sunny day,
rainy day or wintry night,
“What was she
doing all this while?”
Comes up a
statement surprise;
“Or maybe she is
barren”
A taunt so harsh
might arise;
I think hard, I
think wise,
What was I doing
all this while?
I married, I
loved, I worked and I stuffed,
I aspired, struggled
and really tired,
I saved; I spent,
no holiday yet,
I shifted; I
drifted, lost and found,
My irritation,
pain, frustration aloud,
So many worries
and I thrive,
How could I carry
in me a ‘life’?
When, How, Where
and Why?
Somehow I didn't do it, anyway,
No reason, no
fuss, no fear,
I will give
nothing for excuse,
Because I do not
refuse,
Yes, I do not,
I do desire,
Of growing fat
without bother,
Of eating
whatever I gather,
Of getting
pampered, rather,
Of motherhood,
that would never wither,
But I will not
have it for another,
For no force, no
pressure, no mockery,
would my womb
give in to so easily,
When she is
ready,
She would whisper
to me,
With my partner
in hand,
I would home you
my baby.( Motherhood needs to be a decision of the couple involved and not a forced rule of the family (both sides) , by large. This poem is just another viewpoint on that. )
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State of Confusion
I could be so much more than 'me',
Only if I take a firm step and not wee,
So what if I try and fail,
Atleast I will have a story to tell,
To those in the same state of confusion,
Lead a life that has a reason.
#Hexoem (Hexa+Poem)
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Only if I take a firm step and not wee,
So what if I try and fail,
Atleast I will have a story to tell,
To those in the same state of confusion,
Lead a life that has a reason.
#Hexoem (Hexa+Poem)
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