“कागा सब तन खाइयो
चुन चुन खाइयो मांस
दो नैना मत खाइयो
मोहे पिया मिला की आस”
(O Raven, you have searched my skeleton, and eaten all my flesh. But please do not touch these eyes as I hope to behold my Beloved.)
The above is a very famous couplet by Baba Farid.
Inspired by this couplet, which I read years ago, is my verse for Tracy’s corvid challenge.
Raven desires ravish her decadent flesh
homing where the flesh is the weakest
she succumbs willingly
unmindful of the vicious cost
tasting the bittersweet sensation
of being ravaged
her skeletal self becomes
a bedraggled leftover
of longings without fruition
but her dark eyes, soulless windows
remain open, gazing unseeingly
waiting for redemption.
The tortured soul writhed in protest
the tormented heart wept unseen
the mind in turmoil raged thus caged
then barked out orders to the hand to spill ink
incoherent thoughts framed
in a chaotic and disorderly writing
staining pages in anguish
the path ahead seemed split and mired in darkness
causing her untold distress
cutting her to the quick
yet she had fallen on her knees in gratitude
for the breath that still rattled her frail body.
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Gratitude” June 1, 2020
words pirouette and tantalize
then bolt and disappear
syllables naughtily roll off my tongue
refusing to be counted correctly
thoughts are a jumbled ball of yarn
wickedly inviting me to unravel
ideas flit around like birds
tempting me to cage them
similes flutter on the edge of my mind
metaphors evade my grasp mockingly
I let them be
words string themselves into sentences
to flow seamlessly from my quill
thoughts and ideas are coherent and concrete
falling neatly into words
similes and metaphors adorn my writing willingly
nary a sign of delinquency
respecting the process
I try not to force the flow.
I give below three phrases
- Writer’s Reality
Choose one or more to elaborate on your writing journey – not necessarily through this phase. It could be anything that happened before, or you foresee as happening after this.
The skin can seldom be chosen
but we do choose our sins
the guilt of privilege some of us carry
puts us in the category of sinners
our voices seem muffled
‘cos our pain is seen as vicarious
the sins and guilt
are not located at one place on the map
splattered with blood and cries in enterity
documented through words and pictures
memories that we should be ashamed of
memories that should work as our moral compass
memories that tie our tongues.
What do you see # 32- 1st June 2020
VJ’s Weekly Challenge #98: no words
(And the crow once called the raven black.
George R.R Martin)
And the crow once called the raven black
but black is everywhere
the dark night, black sartorial choices,
black skin as well as black hearts
we react only to what is visible
glossing over what’s invisible
scratch that milky white surface
and the blackest of blackgaurd erupts forth
I will make thee think thy swan a crow!
(I will make thee think thy swan a crow!
Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge #10