Cranium put the hard disk under the shower for the soulful bath in the dawn to enjoy the coffee with my soulmate in the Golden flashes with the rise of morning aura but the bleeding of anonymous heart portrayed the caligo of little heart and made conversation with heart and mind but my ear holes
heard whispers of the broken angel where she was typing oxymoron upon crumpled diary of her old version and poked my vein to capture the rain of emotions by the feathery quill not keeping sad and deep status as our generation prefers
// I'm the heartbreak of broken angel who get abandoned for the unknown sin bound with the unseen scratch and named bad omen with the coronation #A shadow to the happiness who once was drenched with the blue inks
but my pain adorned the inks & named it poetry and I owe it as I am the owner of my poetry. Voyage belongs to me & needs no doctrine in the valley of meditation where the tomb is mine where I'm free from the orthodox of sapiens.
where my emotions will no more be judged and will never be named as fake tear where I'll breath to live my life not for other's need where my scribbles will kiss me.
/ Thank you for this prompt, it is like a To be or Not to be question /
IKIGAI or MERAKI
All my life I have been driven by Ikigai. If you are Indian and do well academically, you are not much of a trouble. You don't need a lot of prodding or external stimulus and are expected to excel at school and work. So far, this has been the driving force behind my choices. During the pandemic, when I had a lot of time as I did not travel to work, or even pleasure, I found I could spend it on what I enjoyed. MERAKI. What I have realised is it fills everything like water and makes way across obstacles and finds a way to reach you. It somehow makes time, awakens your spirit, makes you do the things you enjoy. Painting or sketching or writing - the things you enjoy doing not because you have deadlines or customers to satisfy but because you simply enjoy doing it. It makes me realise how poets and artists and creators did what they wanted to do inspite of poverty or strife. If you look at history, the most beautiful paintings or monumental architectural marvels came from artists at the time of conflict or strife and from countries where there was war, mostly Italy or France and even India. From a Van Gogh, Michael Angelo or Tagore or Barathiyar. And Switzerland, the most neutral country may not have any such marvel to boast of.
Meraki is therefore something that feeds the soul, not done due to compulsion or expectations but doing something with "your soul, with creativity, passion and love."
//The Indian Monsoon is truly a special 5th season, as it transforms the landscape with a magic wand and brown twigs and yellow leaves turn to the greenest of green. Here's a poem depicting this uplifting season//
When will the drunken clouds start to pour When will the heaviness cease Is it when the night rain meets moist Earth, A clandestine meeting behind closed doors?
A magic wand to transform the Land With the first spell of rain, witness Wonderland Brown wilted twigs and yellowed trees Spring to different shades of green, with dew drenched leaves
Let the raindrops splatter my window pane And clear the fog that clutters my brain And fluttering birds fly forth and seek Solace under my window sill and sunshade
Let the Earth receive a new face lift A free mud pack, with no frills Renewed and refreshed with enhanced charm Smile and bloom, calm after the storm
Now as the day dust settles with petrichor smells Wishing for birds and bees and blooming bluebells Washing away remnants of sorrow and grief To the Earth and Mind, Monsoon is a sigh of relief
luvnotes_challenge_hostSuch magical enchantment flows beauteously throughout every line and verse of this most magnificently described submission!! A delight to read, this was! And just once, I'd love to personally experience the mystical monsoon season in India! Thank you for participating, and thank you for the very kind mention. ✍
paint_a_poemWow thanks Carolyn. Also for hosting this challenge. Hope you visit India and experience the monsoon. You prompts are very interesting and though this one has a surreptitious message I just wanted to make it different and refreshing. Appreciate your efforts is being the binding force here♥️
I ran across the shore with bare feet, While your were clinging my hand And I turned towards you with a smile While you pulled me close to you, And grabbed me, And raised me up. I catched some sea spray, And spread my arms wide with open hands. We rejoiced the moment And we locked it in our hearts.
I kept on matching steps And you treated me like a baby, So I made different faces, But you cheated me By clicking all of my pics.
I inflated my mouth And you pressed my cheeks . I feel like crying like a little baby, But you give me a warm hug And comforted me.
Now I turned those albums' pages, I don't know why tears comes in my eyes, So I used to close my eyes And suddenly I find you in front of me, And again I find myself trying to touch the zenith, But I hugged the warmth of those breeze, And again I feel your hands around my waist, And your hugs that used to comfort me, I wish i could live those moments with you Once again..!!!
FOR AN ENTERTAINING READ: Listen to the song "Queen" by Loren Gray and try to read the poetic piece which has now turned into a song on those beats and tunes. This will take time but I think you all will enjoy it.
WILD AND FREE
Choked my vein and kissed a bye Shook my faith and tears you cried To light your darkness To beg forgiveness from me Didn't you know I am strong enough? To break the chains of rusted love I don't need your ears to listen to me now
When I caught your hidden lies You conveyed your broken smiles Neither I asked for your voice, but today I'ma show you I'ma show you To be wild and free (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) You better keep your car keys Coz I'll walk miles on my heels I will be wild and free (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Coz I'll walk miles on my heels Can I defy your gravity!? I will be wild and free (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sewed my lips and traced the sky Promised me to reach that high You knew my shadows Fooled me to follow you Didn't you know I am ruthless? To never answer your texts I love to see pain I hate to see you smile
When I caught your hidden lies You made me dream of false aisles Neither I asked for your voice, but today I'ma show you I'ma show you To be wild and free (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) You better keep your car keys Coz I'll walk miles on my heels I will be wild and free (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you know how much life loves death And how much joy loves sorrow? And how tragedy weaves its fingers with blessings, And how despair whispers sweet nothings to hope? Do you know why fire weeps for ashes And smoke for glowing embers? Have you ever wondered why a frown seems to smile upon seeing a smile? Why companionship comes with desertion? And why birds' nests are always home, yet forsaken? COPYRIGHT YASHVI BANSAL Image credit to rightful owner. I picked it up from Google.
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