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Hope is a bereaved tramp
trampled every day but carrying on nonetheless
Hope is a soggy paper
lying listless, limp waiting for the sun to make it fly
Hope is a frantic afterthought
that slowly arises from the ashes of pugnacious practicality
Hope is a cumbersome yoke
that sits stoically on fragile, lonely shoulders
Hope is a homeless vagabond
roaming wide-eyed around in search of a homing heart
Hope is a zealous zephyr
never zinging singing softly a soulful song
Hope is an iron locket
that hangs heavy keeping the depressed neck upright
Hope is a square bubble
trying always to fit into a round hole without bursting
Hope is a bird on hiatus
lost and tired but striving to turn up one day.
David’s W3 where POW, Kerfe, has asked us to begin our poem with “Hope is…” I have also used words from Kerfe’s random word generator.
Also written for
Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt and Jim’s Thursday inspiration.
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a vast expanse of experiences
of old ending and new beginnings beckons with promises afresh shiny table, squeaky chair welcoming coworkers dedication same trepidation but also aflame hope
A reverse etheree in response to David’s first W3. You can read about it
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This endless night will end one day
The sun will shine fiercely one day One day clouds will dissipate One day someone will open the gate
These old dilapidated steps
Will reverberate with footsteps If you summon courage to step outside You’ll find blooms on this path wide
Sorrows will come and go forever
Don’t let go of tenuous hope ever The morn of happiness will surely dawn Life will joyfully gurgle, sadness begone!
रात ढलेगी तो कभी
सूरज निकलेगा तो कभी कभी तो ये बादल छंटेंगे कभी तो दरवाजे भी खुलेंगे।
इन जर्जर, पुरानी सीढ़ियों पे
पैरों की चाप होगी हौले-हौले तुम बाहर निकलने की हिम्मत करो एक बार फूल तुम्हारी राहों में होंगे बारम्बार।
ग़म तो आयेंगे जायेंगे सदा ही
उम्मीद का धागा न टूटे कभी खुशियों की सुबह जरूर आयेगी जिंदगी फिर से खिलखिलायेगी।
Hindi in English
Raat dhalegi to kabhi
Suraj niklega to kabhi Kabhi to yeh baadal chhatenge Kabhi to darwaaze bhi khulenge.
In zarzar purani seedhiyon pe
Pairon ki chaap hogi hauley-hauley Tum bahar nikalne ki himmat karo ek baar Phool tumhari raahon mein honge baarambar
Gham to aayenge jaayenge sada hi
Ummeed ka dhaga na toote kabhi Khushiyon ki subah zaroor aa दोyegi Zindagi phir se khilkhilaeygi.
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Tyranny acquaints us with the deepest despair
deranged despots continue 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 seem to have lost their vision 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 rejoice in the furthest corner where ultimatum pushes the timorous soul sings in a tremulous voice.
Gathering frail courage from note to note
then hesitant other voices join in, haltingly first the song becomes a rallying cry for the oppressed soaring up high and beating down walls with fists.
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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When you turned the corner yesterday, I realised,
a part of me left with you I have seen your tears, heard your rants and felt your frustrations drunk on your happiness when you returned home, I have seen the spring in your step never oblivious to your joys!
You always stopped by when you were burdened
and poured out your anguish to me the low marks, not being selected to the football team, broken heart and a not so good job I have been a witness to all I asked no questions nor offered solace you wanted to hear no platitudes, your tirade directed against the world I quietly absorbed!
I may be just a tree on the side of the road
but you often stopped by to swing on my boughs as sunlight filtered through my verdant leaves to run your fingers across my gnarled trunk and get your knees skinned at your umpteen attempts to reach the topmost branch how can I forget the games you played on me and around me as a kid!
Before you embark on a new path
you stopped one last time to feel life pulsating within this old bark, like many others before you, I bear the imprint of your palms on my soul. come around with your kids some time in the future the thought of playing with them will sustain me.
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Under the cover of rain
melancholy walked in quietly, without even knocking she shares my room these days
though she came empty handed
she carries a lot of extraneous baggage my feeble protests do not deter her
strewing pain and guilt around my eyes she refuses to meet yet sits on their sleep hungry swollen rims
she forages each nook and cranny
surreptitiously nibbling at the stale remnants of joy for sustenance
she tucks me under the blanket of wretchedness every night singing a dolorous threnody that keeps me awake lacing her finger through mine, sitting with a hangdog expression
Hope that lay in an apathetic torpor
within my withered and withdrawn soul slowly shed sluggishness to become sapient
unable to watch melancholy getting ensconced
she leaves a fragile paper bag through the ajar window that faintly twinkles with tiny sequins of happiness
my hands, tired of the burden of pessimism
clutch at the sliver of sanguinity struggling for coherence in existence
I start to stitch haphazard, tiny patterns of joy melancholy now often skulks in a corner lethargic and inefficacious in the face of hope. Like this: Like Loading...