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Month: Feb 2021
Waking up amidst alien surroundings
Whose high rise is this I think I know
he resides I think on exotic foreign shores though
he may not take kindly to my illegal humble house here
which the municipality uprooted and callously did throw!
His overseas schooled kids may think it queer
to find my colourful house so near
between the posh location and manicured park
this dark night of this strange year.
I could not but help but feel like a fake
surrounded by ostentation when I did wake
I certainly don’t fit in this milieu
rehabilitating me here was a mistake.
The surroundings are alien, intimidating and not cheap
I have to find a job that I can keep
and miles to trudge before I can think of sleep
and miles to trudge before I can think of sleep.
What do you see # 70- February 22 2021
(With apologies to Robert Frost and anyone who is offended by my verse🙏🏼)
I am learning
I am learning after an age it is difficult to bend
I am learning some relationships I need not mend
I am learning life flows irrespective of me
I am learning sometimes it’s best to just be
I am learning I have become a sum of all expectations
I am learning not all actions require knee-jerk reactions
I am learning I can lurk in the shadows
I am learning I can miss a few curve balls life throws
I am learning unlearning is an improvement
I am learning moving sideways is also a movement
I am learning to champion causes close to my heart
I am learning to not bother about the popularity chart
I am learning stopping and leaning is alright
I am learning the sun needn’t always be bright
I am learning to allow life to overwhelm me
I am learning chaos allows me to thrive and be me
I am learning life is not a sumptuously laid banquet
I am learning it is often better as a picnic laid on a blanket
I am learning to not dictate all my words all the time
I am learning to flow with them oft times
I am learning to undress the metaphors of life
I am learning it’s okay to unravel a bit in strife
I am learning to keep things simple relatively
I am learning I have outgrown the need for complexity
I am learning to bench some irrelevant thoughts
I am learning I may not always be able to connect the dots
I am learning numbers really don’t matter
I am learning to happily trade them for chatter
I am learning having most follows could be a dubious distinction
I am learning to un-follow some without compunction
I am learning I am surely no atlas
I am learning I can live without all the fuss
I still have to learn to stop when the going is good
and not push my luck too far that I am misunderstood!
VJ’s Weekly Challenge: I’m learning…
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/02/11/reenas-xploration-challenge-172/
Stalker stalked
Reblogging an old post for Kate’s Friday fun – diet.
https://aroused.blog/2021/02/13/friday-fun-diet/
The brownie in the plate winked at me
I glared at it and made towards the boiled veggies
but the brownie wouldn’t leave me alone
it jumped on my friend’s plate and grinned at me
I turned away and made my way to the water cooler
the brownie was there already laughing at me
unable to resist it any longer
I decided to chuck my boring diet
as I made to the plate of brownies
I saw the last one being taken away by my secretary
I followed him hoping to get a bite
surreptitiously trying to swipe it away
but my covert operations fell flat
when with a chuckle the brownie disappeared in his mouth!
This is in response to Ray’s stalking challenge. You can read the rules here.
Suspended time
The image, forever frozen in time
is imprinted indelibly on my mind
the city of love that denied me love
returns to haunt me every then and now
holding that moment in my palms
I watch time unfurl its whorls inexorably
the piercing tendrils touch my face not so gently
my memories are followed by a trail of sighs
my past colouring the present
future remains a slate so blank
the static of my soul presses pause
I suspend the hourglass and the tick-tock freezes
days and nights lose their meaning
I refuse to acknowledge their acceptability
the sun, the moon and the stars are but
unwanted intruders in the entr’acte of my life
I choose to live in this suspension
till I find words
to leave my mark and stain the moments.
The urge
Beethoven’s string quartet plays in the background
adding to the melancholic beauty of the morning
the way gentle sun rays sleepily peep in
through the window to finally settle
on the vase with a single white rose
which is on the verge of disintegration,
is so pulchritudinous, that it makes me want to cry
I furiously blink away the dampness
as we sit across each other sipping morning tea
the only sound one can hear
is the clattering of teacups on the plates
and the rustle of the newspaper
the veritable silence before the storm
a keening begins in my chest constricting my throat
and thunderous, vituperative thoughts clamour my mind
I am ready to confront him unable to take it anymore
he looks up from the newspaper and smiles beatifically
and the moment passes.
The first hint of a romance
Your unwavering gaze on me
leaves me flustered and unnerved
I drop the book and stop mid-guffaw
and though I am not the blushing kind
I feel heat travelling up my neck
confused and tongue-tied, I look away
but a sidelong glance finds
you are still looking my way
a half smile hovering in the vicinity of your lips
a dark lock of hair across your twinkling eyes
eyes that echo my feelings
and I swear my heart somersaults
for it is not a fantasy but for real
it seems I am in luck
as the passion seems to be lit both ways
you say something to others nonchalantly
but the roar in my ears is loud and drowns your voice
I breathe in shallow bursts
feeling chilly and hot by turns
none of our friends notice anything
with trembling fingers I gather my books
hugging them to my errant heart
I want to linger but quietly slink off
before my eyes can give my heart away.
https://wordeologist.wordpress.com/2021/01/30/the-saturday-symphony-22-first-kiss/
Sunflake
I had been persistently warned
playing with fire was no fun
but I still swallowed the sun
my words now leave lacerations
my touch third degree burns
my lone tear like molten lava runs
leaving putrid diamonds all along
the sputtering that goes on inside me
can dwarf the fire of all the galaxies
my eyelids bear the weight of glowing charcoal
drooping and wide open at the same time
restlessness like temperature climbs
I believe I swallowed the mercury along with the sun
which now runs through my ice cold veins
my fingertips emanating flames
the planetary triangle of tangled moon, mercury and sun
entwined forever in my palm
I play with blisters without any qualm
maybe this is the truth of today
maybe it was all a mistake
maybe the golden orb is a flake.
Me
Proud and unbending; that is me
and see how you are soaring with my support
I had been very clear from the beginning
you don’t have to be rich to be my girl
you don’t have to be cool to rule my world
but you have to be malleable to my way of thinking
had I been an emotional cesspool like you
we both would have wallowed in nothingness
It has taken me years to mould you
to change your internal wiring
and erase your history of pliancy
I don’t care if I sound immodest
that I pulled you back from the brink
of being an average, anonymous person
if you are admired today and eulogized
it is because appearances matter
they see just the surface; tranquil and beautiful
they can’t see the turbidity beneath
let’s not go there and let’s not talk of
bruised self respect and things inconsequential
I brook no opposition of any kind
I take rightful pride in what I have made of you…
a glorious reflection of me.
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/02/04/reenas-exploration-challenge-171/
What do you see # 68 – February 8 2021
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/02/05/kiss-challenge-175/
Tyranny
Tyranny acquaints us with the deepest despair
despots never stop from repeating their mistakes
trying to subjugate everyone to rank capitulation
using brute power and the machinery of state
Hubris struts around, brazenly fear mongering
reason and righteousness softly tiptoe
in such a gloomy scenario they quietly retire
for the victory of the oppressor is taken as a given
In the darkest of darkness when nothing is visible
in the coldest of winter when frigid winds blow
in the furthest corner where ultimatum pushes
the timorous soul sings in a tremulous voice
Gathering frail courage from note to note
as hesitant other voices join in, haltingly first
the song becomes a rallying cry for the oppressed
soaring up and high beating down all walls.
But the obstinate tyrant refuses to retreat
for drunk on absolute power, he is blind absolutely
bully pulpit misused by bumbling bedlamite
never expecting a fight back as a repercussion of tyranny.
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