Envy

E is for Envy

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Destiny

D is for Destiny

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Dear friends, This is a slightly tricky photo of a rustic ladder viewed  and shot atop. The ladder is a means which can be used both ways..it can take you up or bring you down, hence the title 'Destiny', and due to its rather unusual angle it can be seen as a grave or a pyre in this picture, which justifies the title even more! 

What do you say?

Copper

C is for Copper

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Bay

B is for Bay

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Azure

A is for Azure

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Dear friends,

As my last poem was subjected to quite some flak I realized that it is not only “The world is too much with us", but it is also true that the words are too much with us J

I have decided to give my readers a break, but poetry being my first love I find it suffocating to live without. 

The solution: I go wordless!

Presenting you herewith a  series of pictures by me, which I hope will be found having an element of poetry throughout.

It is an array of diverse concepts/emotions: dramatic, subtle, imposing, understated, candid, suggestive, stark and abstract in different moods, tones and hues…but the thread of poetry runs intact…

Enjoy! 

PS: And what better place to showcase ideas than ABC Wednesday? I sincerely thank Denise, Roger, Leslie and the rest of the team for this amazing platform J

पापा

काश मैं रिक्शावाला होता

तो मेरी 'वन हण्ड्रेड पर्सेंट बैंकर' बेटी

चमकदार कपड़ों में

अपने बॉस से कहती 

"सर, ये मेरे पापा हैं"..

अफ़सोस कि मैं वो नहीं

... कुछ भी नहीं!

बेचारी बच्ची

क्या कहे?

*Dedicated to my daughters on Father’s Day(?)

(Image from Google)

Allegiance

Black swarms

Of golden bees

Assailed me and forgot

 I didn’t use cell phone

To help them proliferate..

When I ducked

Underwater

To save my life

The sharp coral

Never knew

I worked to

Conserve them too!

Images from Google

Linked to: Poets United

ठूँठ

कोयल रोये

कितने पेड़ कटे

ठूँठ उदास

Image from Google

Stealth

Don’t say anything

And just listen

To rustling summer leaves  

Or Ravi Shankar’s sitar

Or lub dub of a lusty heart

Don’t say anything

And just behold

A mellow sunset

Or a Van Gogh

Or limpid pools of eyes

Don’t say anything

And just inhale

First rain on dry earth

Or a Marques de Riscal

Or a warm carnal breath

Don’t say anything 

And just relish

A cool spring draught

Or an intense Keats

Or a quivering eager lip

But please don’t say anything

..words pollute!

PS: In this poem I have used four external stimuli (senses) and three objects (nature/art/physical) to be repeated under each for a resonating effect. Wanted to include the fifth too but then decided against it to avert fleshiness…

                          Linked to: Poets United