When I was little

My mum told me
that if I should see
a helicopter seed
I must make a wish on it
and it’ll come true.

Now I am older
and I know
that you reap
sweet fruits
if you sow
your seeds with
your mothers’ wisdom.

44 words.

posted over at dverse: Quadrille #127: Planting Seeds

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As if on cue

Shades of sunset on my window pane,
chirping birds are perched on the sill,
outside is still: Windless hot dusk.
I am sitting at my desk by the window,
watching tangerine clouds towering the neighborhood
and dripping wet clothes hanging on clothesline.

~As if on cue~

Here comes the faint sound of police siren
and the 6’o clock curfew warnings made on megaphone.
Sunset shades have faded from my window pane
and all the birds have flown.
Tangerine clouds have turned dull grey
and the wet clothes have stopped dripping.

Form used: puente

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Sunday Rainbow

When you come around
the rain bows down.
When you fall around
trees and lands and minds
like a bow bridging
heaven and humankind,
even the reigning sunshine
relatively feels jaded.
No one knows
from where you begin
or where you end.
No one really knows
where you come from
or where you go.
But please don’t leave me
when I get old,
you’re so refreshing
so sweet and cold
Sunday Rainbow.
Everchanging
wherever you go,
shooting colours
everywhere you go,
like arrows from a bow.
I’ll miss you to death
if you ever left
Sunday Rainbow.
Like love you’re undying
unlike us; who are dying all the time.
My mind leaps up when you come around
and ends up in a realm beyond
reality
and like Lazarus
I’m reborn.

A/N: In this poem, the muse of an artist is metaphorized as Sunday Rainbow. The poet holds his art of writing poetry very dearly and deems it as a rare thing, he also hopes he won’t lose it as time goes by.

Posted over at dverse: Poetics: Build a Bridge

~Mrityunjay Dixit

Revolution

calls for
strong resolution

revolution
calls for
acting on one’s
own voilition

revolution
calls for
ending phony allusions
to old generations,
breaking
illusion of evolution
and it’s the solution
to problem of
pollution

river or ocean
revel volution
of water
caused by evaporation
and make rain
Rain falls down
due to gravitation
when seasons change
due to
Earth’s
Revolution.

Ps: to ‘revel’ means to celebrate in lively and noisy way, ‘volution'(meaning rolling or revolving motion) is here used to depict the phenomenon of Water Cycle.

Also linked to dverse where merrildsmith is hosting tuesday poetics, prompt: Write a poem (in any form) about revolution.

Thanks for reading!

© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts

Crows Calling at Night

Widow cries salty tears on her pillow
as rain falls in the ghost town.
She hears the cawing of the crows,
caw-caw, the reminder of his doom.
The lonely room echoes with melancholic sounds--
weeping, raining and crows calling at night.
Sorrowfully--she thinks of his handsome face
but neither sleep nor any respite comes.

The form loosely resembles Chinese LUSHI style:

  • eight lines long of couplets – The first couplet should set-up the poem; the middle two couplets develop the theme, the final couple is conclusion
  • each line must have the same number of words, either 5,6, or 7.
  • a mono-rhyme is on every even numbered line
  • Caesura (a pause) should separate clauses.

Posted over at dverse: poetics-china-kingdom-of-the-poem

Inspired by Crows Calling at Night by Li bai:

Yellow clouds beside the walls; crows roosting near.
Flying back, they caw, caw; calling in the boughs.
In the loom she weaves brocade, the Qin river girl.
Made of emerald yarn like mist, the window hides her words.
She stops the shuttle, sorrowful, and thinks of the distant man.
She stays alone in the lonely room, her tears just like the rain.

Image

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Breaking The Illusion of Happiness (a sonnet)

I look behind the wall of illusion
At you all lost and death-fearing souls
Your breathing impaired by hurt emotions
And your minds tainted by your tyrant’s goals.

You’re enslaved by your perverted free will
Committed to do the deeds you regret
As you abandon the things that really fill
Your hearts with love and your minds with right rest.

When you will break the wall and look within
You will see there’s a world where souls are free
Where you’re free to change the flow of living
And to share your love like air from a tree.

You’ll find peace like calm that sets after rain
A reparation, A way, give any name.

~Mrityunjay Dixit

When I Walk.. (a sonnet)

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet XVIII, William Shakespeare
When I walk upon this sandy sea shore,
Leaving behind the prints of my bare feet,
Got nowhere to go; not a single chore,
Then I begin to collect your piece.

Like footprints on the sand; you're fleeting too,
Fleeting like this sunset at horizon,
I try to draw you; knowing I'll lose you
like sand through hands. You're dancing on and on.

Dancing so swiftly on the Nature's beat,
Blackbirds follow you but you dance not caring,
Hands waving free; silhouetted by the sea,
My feet are getting wet as the tide comes in.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
so long lives this and this gives life to thee.

~Mrityunjay Dixit

Hide & Seek

Vacancy
We can see
Seeker can’t see
Roses count down from ten
While lilies hide in the garden.

© dixitmrityunjay, 2021. September heart-to-hearts

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