threshold © g.s.koch
Labyrinth
is disillusioned
by darkness,
treachery,
phobia of night that bring
repressed emotions.
Beyind
this labyrinth
ray of hope
sunshine makes you feel
invincible
The maze ends
with enlightenment
cherished glow
Don’t be scared
this night soon ends bringing you
the glorious sun.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 30]
Prompt given by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie:
Bastet’s Shadorma Photo prompt #5: create a poem consisting of two shadorma divided by an elfje
LOYALTY
In the deep dark forest
rustling leaves in the midnight air
he approaches, Shouji, the yojimbo
a very sharp katana in hand.
This time Shouji comes
to hail the Kamis
in this journey of death
with his callous hands.
He has the orders:
Leave no one.
Trust no one.
This journey is of betrayal.
Betray the Kamis.
It is his test of loyalty, for Shouji
choose the Gods or the Boss
With him in the Boss’ palms of hands,
the Boss is the new God.
He struggles with contention to stay loyal
penitent towards the greater good,
The Kami.
Call of the conscience strikes.
Now Takumi has to take the leap
a leap for the mankind.
He has to choose
Blood or peace.
With an eye on the target
his blood pumping hot
he aims the katana
only to stab himself in the stomach
The blood seems peaceful now,
he saved them all.
[NaPowriMo 2014 poem 29]
ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 28]
Sing me a melody
melody of your dreams
dreams you dream wide awake
awake with open eyes
eyes that tell nothing but truth
truth about your life
life you clearly love
love it like the moon
Moon with the brightest glare
glaring from the window
window of infinite opportunities
opportunities that knock on your door
door that locked them out
out to shut your dreams in
in the closet of your mind
mind where they lost the way
way to make you smile
smile you have when you sing
sing me a melody
melody of your dreams.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 27]
I expected too much from expectations when I
forgot expectations have to hurt like hell. I
expect the expectation to not to kill me
inside but, except living up to it,
it expects me to not to ever
expect. I tried living life
expectation-free and
found all the joy
I could ever
find.
So
this is
how life goes
on, you expect
the expected, you
will get the unexpected
So stop expecting and start
living the life expectation-free.
And the world will be at your feet
just because you did not expect it to.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 26]
Woodcut illustration (1919) of the young lovers from Gottfried Keller’s original story, which became Delius’s opera A Village Romeo and Juliet.
All young hearts beating
and the cliched love at first sight
sets its foot again
is it the kids getting young
or a paradox of love
love passionately
kids sitting next to a rock
her hands on his heart
first kiss, first tender touch
love strikes yet again deeply.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 25]
YELLOW PAGES
I was once like these pages
going with the flow of the wind
drifting to any direction
exhilarated
intoxicated
forever, pouring my content out.
But now,
these pages look pale
they had the colour of the peaceful dove
now turned dusky yellow
lowering on me the dawn of my life.
It’s time
to let it go
to speed up my paper train
push it down the mountain
to not to go with the flow.
All the wicked demons
all the bad omens
packed between these pages
bound in the cage
free of my soul.
Now it’s time to take a fresh page
to build a new paper train.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 24]
chote chote mere armaan
chote chote lamhon mein muskaan
har mod pe kar rahi hain zindagi intazaar
Chahati hun jana chand ke uss paar
iss bandhi dor ko chhode kahin aur
har lamha khul k jeene ki chah mujhe
khwahishon k samundar mein doobna hai
In palkon mein neendein hi nahin
sapne chupaye bhi hazaaron
bass unn sapnon ko poora karna hai.
har gam ko khushi se chupaya
har dard ko hans ke tala
har zakhm ki dawa khud bankar
marham khud hi lagaya hai
Ab in bandishon ko todd kar
bas manzil ki taraf hai badhna
chalna shure kar diya
ab khud se bhi na darna.
chote chote mere armaan
chote chote lamhon mein muskaan.
छोटे छोटे मेरे अरमान
छोटे छोटे लम्हों में मुस्कान
हर मोड़ पे कर रही है ज़िंदगी इंतज़ार
चाहती हुँ जाना चांद के उस पार
इस बँधी डोर को छोड़े कहीं और
हर लम्हा खुल के जीने की चाह मुझे
ख्वाहिशों के समुंदर में डूबना है
इन पलकों में नींदें ही नहीं
सपने छुपाए भी हज़ारों
बस उन सपनों को पूरा करना है
हर गम को खुशी से छुपाया
हर दर्द को हंस के टाला
हर ज़ख्म की दवा खुद बनकर
मरहम खुद ही लगाया है
अब इन बंदिशों को तोड़ कर
बस मंज़िल की तरफ है बढ़ना
चलना शुरू कर दिया
अब खुद से भी ना डरना.
छोटे छोटे मेरे अरमान
छोटे छोटे लम्हों में मुस्कान.
English Translation:
My little desires
I find happiness in all the little moments
with every bent in the road
happiness awaits
I desire to travel to the moon
leaving this chains behind.
I want to travel to the moon
want to swim in the ocean of aspirations
There is not just sleep in these eyes,
there are dreams too
Just have to accomplish these dreams9.
I’ve hid all sorrows with happiness
all the pains with a smile
every wound I’ve treated on my own
becoming the self-treating medicine.
Now, I have to break these fences
and work towards my goal
I have started this journey
and won’t be stopped even from my soul.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 23]
The Moon
The full moon
beams through my window
cratered skin
frowned face, but
enigmatic demeanor
so mesmerizing
2.
Playful moon
follows me at night
where ever
I wander
shows me the right track in dark
the warm, silver moon.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 Poem 22]
Shadorma Prompt: Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
NIGHT
Waiting for the night
shivers in the summer storm
wonder what comes forth.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 21]
Prompt by Heeding Haiku with HA by Mindlovemisery’s menagerie: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/04/16/heeding-haiku-with-ha-to-feel-the-night/
FREEDOM
Freedom is all I aspire
my quest for freedom,
it keeps me inspired
for it I respire.
The insect on the window pane
seems more free than, my soul
trapped between the webs
anxious for the spider
to come crawling
ready to take a leap.
Aren’t we all in need
to be independent
not coexistant
not insinuated for our desires
for we can’t catch the butterfly
of our wants
flying away into the skies.
The chains that bind me
the fire that cries in me
the hounds that define me
setting them loose is what I want.
For once in my life
let me go berzerk
let me live my life
without the conditional astrix
Let me do what I want
not what I need to
Let me live my way
free
freed
with freedom.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 20]
BELIEVE
Fallen in love
once, twice, thrice
failed in love
every time.
believes a little less everyday
still stands again
with doors wide open.
she believes,
waits for the one,
the prefect one.
Who would consider her,
his own
would fulfill her desires
with respect she deserves.
She’s fallen back on the past
yet stands up for something new.
How does she do it.
Where does the courage come from.
Courage to love,
courage to feel again,
courage to trust again,
and most of all
the courage
to believe again.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 19]
Unke chehre par ek naqaab tha
aankhon mein kuch, aur dil mein kuch aur hi raaz tha
hothon ki muskurahat main kahan thi woh khushi
jab dil mein kisi aur ke nagmon ka intezaar tha.
Dhoondh rahe the dono ek ajanabi benaqaab
jiske aane pe dil mein naa ho kuch chupa
talaash rahe the sach, par kahan tha woh pana
jab sach tha dil mein kahin bheetar chupa.
उनके चेहरे पर एक नक़ाब था
आँखों में कुछ, और दिल में कुछ और ही राज़ था
होठों की मुस्कुराहट मैं कहाँ थी वो खुशी
जब दिल में किसी और के नगमों का इंतज़ार था.
ढूंढ रहे थे दोनो एक अजनबी बेनक़ाब
जिसके आने पे दिल में ना हो कुछ छुपा
तलाश रहे थे सच, पर कहाँ था वो पाना
जब सच था दिल में कहीं भीतर छुपा.
They had a mask on their faces
eyes told something, the heart had a different story
The lips faked a smile
because someone else’ melody sang in the heart.
They both were searching for an unmasked soul
To not hide anything in the heart anymore
They were searching for truth, but wasn’t easy to be found
Since truth was buried somewhere deep inside.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 18]
The road only has a bend
though the journey is long
what I thought darkness forever,
is just a tunnel oblong.
Unlike the highway to the hell
which plays in my car, the song
I can slightly see the sunlight
now, nothing seems wrong.
This pitch black tunnel
no matter how much I prolong
I have to pass it with a smile
I must stay strong.
I heard if I go on with life
My people will come along
So, the sun’s where I’ll go now
The sky is where I belong.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 17]
A HECTIC DAY
Photo by: Tom Bagshaw Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s photo challenge #4
On the grass, eyes closed, oblivious of the world
In her own surreal world, a dreamer’s escape
Considering herself like Alice, feels so tall
With the beautiful sea, a wonderful landscape.
Uh, oh, now, like the giant Gulliver she lands
In this great town of Liliput, right on their bed
The bed makes a loud creak, about to break a leg
They all stand in awe, the tiny kids and their friends.
She, an enemy, they had to throw her away
With the tiny shovels they had for the garden
Feeling the pricks she wakes up all scared and cranky
Frightened as hell, she cries for help and yells, “Pardon”
As she gets up plucking her hair, her mother says,
“Oh calm down sweety, you just had a hectic day!”
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem #16]
Photo challenge #4 by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Lost Connections
Past,
it is the
thing of the past.
Lost,
are the relations
don’t know where.
Caught up
in this web
of new circles.
Losing
old relations
in the new crowd.
Time
enough to
rekindle what’s gone.
But
these connections
losing Seems easier.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 Poem 15]
Photo Challenge #1 by Mindlovemiserysmenagerie
Quickly’s Prompt on apr 14 on triversen
A SECRET
Hush!
Embrace yourself
strap your seat-belts
for the ride into a world
a world of secrets
an open book lies ahead
a book of my life
Life that was hidden
way too long
way too much
so give me company
as I show you how
secrets unravel, and
a new world discovered
With pieces of my life
slowly putting them back together
to discover new wonders.
My diary
Here I finally give you
The real pages of my life.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 Poem 14]
Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt
1.
My childhood
spent in the villa
the monsoon
drip drop rain
as it fell over the arch
aiming for the sea
2.
The lamppost
glowing in the dark
bright at night
calmly taught
lesson in perseverance
with light in the night
3.
An earthquake
that ruined everything
old villa
now remains
crooked arch and the lamppost
glowing like ever
4.
My window
lamppost stands like a
sentinel
forever
alone guiding through the night
master of the dark.
[NaPoRiMo 2014 Poem 13]
Poetry Prompt By Mindlovemiserysmenagerie’s Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/04/12/bastets-shadorma-photo-prompt-3-2/
THE ROCKING CHAIR
The rocking chair
Made for people to think
about life
As it goes
up
down
to and fro
The fear creeps in
future
people over think
turns them into pessimist
It’s the power of the chair
like a pendulum,
the mind goes
still stuck on same issues.
As a child, in movies I saw
the chair taking people places
yet nowhere
They were stuck on the same thought
no action
It was when I saw him
on that chair
vexed with thoughts
and the fears came alive.
[NaPoRiMo 2014 Poem 12]
It’s national poetry month and I am trying my hands on all kinds of poetry I never tried before. So this time, my first attempt at a Hindi poem.
हम चल रहे है
आगे बढ़ रहे हैं
या बस ज़िंदगी से लड़ रहे हैं हम?
ये खामोशी औज़ार है
ये हमारा हथियार है
या बस खामोशी मे डूब रहे हैं हम?
कुछ करने की चाह में हैं
अपनी पेहचान बना रहे हैं
या इस कश्मकश में खो रहे हैं हम?
चांद के सपने देखा करते हैं
तारों को बाज़ुओं मे समेट रहे हैं
या बस धरती से दूर हो रहे हैं हम?
इश्स ज़िंदगी की दौड़ में
तनहाइयों के शोर में
मुसीबतों के मोड पे
तलाश रहे हैं ज़िंदगी, या मर रहे हैं हम?
Hum chal rahe hai
aage badh rahe hain
ya bas zindagi se lad rahe h hum?
Ye khamoshi auzaar hai
ye hamara hathiyaar hai
ya bas khamoshi me doob rahe hain hum?
Kuch karne ki chah mein hain
apni pehchaan bana rahe hain
ya iss kashmakash mein kho rahe hain hum?
Chand ke sapne dekha karte hain
taaron ko baazuon me samet rahe hain
ya bas dharti se door ho rahe hain hum?
Iss zindagi ki daud mein
tanhaiyon ke shor mein
musibaton ke mod pe
talaash rahe h zindagi, ya mar rahe h hum?
[NaPoRiMo 2014 day 11]
Abhilasha Singh 