Torn and troubled by current happenings, I resort to word-smithing poetry to vent it, blissfully enjoying the process and staying in the middle.
Based on current situation in the world’s largest democracy, where ‘unity in diversity’ is fading, is this #poem ‘Ominous’. Inspired by a AllPoetry contest of poem (35 words min) had to be based on the given picture of the blazing ball in the horizon of ocean.
Based on the election scene in the second largest democracy, a poem written for a contest that should be written based on the picture in 35 words. Here it is as a #poem “Ball of fire”.
Colours don’t matter in the skies
A moon knows he is half black, half white
Even a crow knows that, not humans on earth
Death of loved one tears ones soul. For a mother to see her creation die, it must be torturous. In the case of recent #Hatras incident how must the mother feel? Impossible to know. It tore my heart. All I could do was attempt to describe this in the #poem “Grieving mother”. May God give her strength.
The nauseating din on national media exploiting the death of an actor and the horrific death of a young woman deftly suppressed expressed as a poignant creative in “Snakes in the grass” .
Colours of nature are beautiful and lovely. But when purity of unity is broken, it can be distressing too. A creative take on current state of affairs of the second largest democracy as ’Colours’.
As I hurtle through life , I suddenly feel a distinct shift of times. Forward we would to say and believe, it feels retrograde to me. Powered by tech, fuelled by greed, mangled by past, confused by modernism, it just seems less human. Am I becoming old & senile? Maybe. My creative take on this as “Now & Then”, a reaction to the news, views, behaviours, reactions that pounds us daily.
During my bicycle night rides as part of training, I see transgenders on the highway beckoning drivers. Every time I see them, despite a moment of titillation, I feel a deep pang for them. Shunned, discarded, they seem to live for others. Here is my creative take on this titled “Ardhanareeshwara”. I commenced this poem a few weeks ago, the muse took a long break, waking up yesterday night. Details on Ardhanareeshwara at http://bit.ly/2K8sUcp