Imprisoned afternoon
In my home, roaming room by room
Like a square of light
© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.
Inspired by the following quote
I say, “You can’t not be bothered by a square of light”
Stephen King, Sleeping Beauties.
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Spring had sung her songs
While leaving, she looked around
His tanned face looked strange
I rested worryingly in my home, somewhere a wolf was howling at a new moon rising in the purple sky. Dusk was deepening towards dark, eerie silence of abandoned city streets, a desert of concrete. Overwhelming urges of committing regretful deeds advanced in my heart and brain much like the pestilence of coronavirus advanced in my country making this years’ summer strange. I looked up at the cold desert stars “I won’t commit the same mistakes” I whispered to them and watched the moon rise higher and higher in the strange sky.
Timeless in me becomes aware
Of life’s timelessness
As I pray to the
Desert stars
© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.
For dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/03/24/poetics-now-i-can-see/ Host: Mish
in response to a quote by Mizuta Masahide
“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon”
Danger walking on air
Dangerous atmosphere
Abandoned streets
Burning cities
Tiring times
Leading once more
to the magic door
Magicians, Enchanters
Poets, Painters, Writers and Readers
are lead once more
to the magic door,
A tower of books
A canvas and rainbow,
to solitude
© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.
For dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/03/23/quadrille-100-abracadabra-wheres-my-magic-wand/ Host: Linda Lee Lyberg Prompt: To write a Quadrille, a poetic form created at dVerse, a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title) and including one specific word, today’s word is Magic.
Also linked to dVerse Poetics About Portals Host: Anmol Prompt: think about portals and write a verse.
In these crazy times, I find solace in solitude.
jay
6/05/2020
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© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts
seven oceans, in
this world
but I’ve been swimming in
your ocean eyes
© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.
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Sleepless nights
Moonlight miles
Speechless mouths
Bittersweet thoughts
Midnight walks
Barking dogs
Lifeless flowers
Dark towers
Under Blue moon
The owls hoot
The bats fly
Poets dream
Children sleep
And lovers cry
Sleepless nights
Moonlight miles.
© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.
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For Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/03/19/openlinknight-262/ Host: Grace
Verily there is no way out
Surely you don’t see that now.
Slowly, each day turns into night
Endlessly, you keep on the fight.
Heartily you take delight
in laying down laws in light,
yet you delight more
in breaking them at night.
Verily this I know,
with all my heart.
© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.
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Dead drums kept beating
Heartless wind kept blowing
beneath
strange strange skies
It was a Wednesday morning, not very long ago, monotonous rhythm of drums beating in the distance, melancholic sounds of family & friends and the sound of strong spring wind, when we carried grandpa’s pyre to the bank of Ken river.
As the pyre burned, the embers glowed, the ashes flew out of control. There was silence, except for the sounds of wind and burning fire. The end of a life-cycle. Suddenly, I had a very strong desire to be a child again, to walk with him in Summer sunlight, to pluck flowers of Champa and smell their fragrance.
Then, with sorrow and some anger I realized, I cannot control the cycles of seasons and life. Like the ashes, they were out of my control.
Beneath blue spring skies
A tree loses its flowers
When we headed home, the roads emptier than I’d ever seen before, for the day was the day of Holi, the festival of Spring. People were all in their homes, playing with colors and welcoming Spring.
We grew slight melancholic, though no one said a word, no colors were played in our home, the sweet spring sceneries travelled past us.
After all, now, the Summer would be here soon and so would be the flowers of Champa with their sweet fragrance.
–© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.
Linked to dverse poetics where Grace is hosting Poetics with Brian.
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