The Patriot [ Attempt of a sonnet]

In the pursuit of making both the ends meet

Middle class embrace worries in the forms of  dues

"Our lives we sacrifice—our wishes soon deplete

Patriotism rests in news and views"

Love, pain, agony are emotions same

At the behest of hunger, Poor are blinded

Illegal acts,  protests under anyone’s name

Hunger taught them not to get offended

Bon jour mademoiselle, the Rich love to talk!

"Ooh la la! Our emotions are subtly woven

We have organized 'Feed the Hungry' walks

Always we have been socially,  droven"

Each section, unaware of the other

Oh yes! ‘course we are sisters and brothers

I have attempted a sonnet. A sonnet is a form of poetry. The poem consists of 14 lines and each line has ten syllables.
The picture is taken from Google.

Explanation: Each stanza refers to one section of the society. First : Middle Class, Second : Poor and the Third: Rich. Trying to bring out the patriot in each!

Feast of Roses

The Dried Flower

The color had faded
the memory did not
Between those old pages
Found our first flower


First Rose

"Ten rupees" he demand
Pleaded "Make it five?"
He smiled. He realised
Love--my only wealth




Under the Pillow

Placed under the pillow
White rose I picked
The thorn hurt first
Painted the rose, red


Note: These are short writes called Jorios. Four lines and each line contains four words.
It must capture a moment. None of the lines must rhyme.

This is my first attempt.

Stubborn Pen

Is it loss of words

that makes it just doodle?

In circles, it aimlessly scribbles.

My pen does not want to write!

It says "Benevolently, I’ve spilled over papers

But now, with my own refill I’ve had a fight

We strike. We do not wish to write!"

Stubborn!

The nib turns away its head

Doesn’t write any letter of the alphabet

Unbound..

It refuses to be a puppet

L...o..ve..e

“I .. I love .. you” He stammered.
She looked at him and took the flower, which he dropped on the floor.
She was 21, fully blossomed and pretty.
He was 23. Handsome but often stammered and was an introvert.


She called him but he quickly walked to his home, at the end of the corridor. She sat there unusually quiet and looked at the vacant space.

They were together since they were kids!
He was sevens year old. He keenly listened to her as she enacted her teacher. Wore  huge spectacles and held a long cane. She asked questions and he answered.
He stammered with difficulty but she patiently calmed him down.


A little older, she now worried how she looked.
A little pimple had kissed her forehead and she sat glum. Sitting in the sun, she sat putting up a irritating face. She bore the heat as someone said, “your pimple might just break..”

He came towards her and stammered “hea..t stroke..yo..u..willl..gettt..” and took her along with him.
“I wont look nice with this pimple..” she cribbed.

“you u.. are.. beautifu..ll..” he managed to say



Tears rolled down as she reminisced all of it today.
Today, he finally confessed, what they felt everyday!

Book Review::Musings by Nivedita Mallick [Poetry]

Sixteen poems breathing reality, “Musings”  is a reflection of our life­--A magnified perspective of it. Nivedita, the poet has picked the scars that usually left an indelible mark on our mind.

 

She has presented them from her point of view. Each of us have gone through the expereinces or will go through them at one point or the other and she has penned the poems right from the bottom of the heart. Most of the poems are free verses.

Her choice of words and language flows like a river. None of the words seem forced and she has not tried too hard to rhyme them. The poems are rhythmic. I am glad she written the different pieces of life. You, Weddings, Son, Adieu, Darkness, I work.. are some of the poems which I liked from this collection of poetry. 

Nivedita has not used a lot of metaphors which will confuse. She has painted each poem with the right mix of self introspection on the way we live our lives, our abandoned dreams. 

While many say it is pain that makes one write, I feel it’s the experiences (at least after reading this wonderful collection, which will stay for long with me). Some of us accept it while some of us don’t. But deep down there is a lonely person who wants to come out and run through the hills, sit at the bank of the river and write. Be it poetry or prose. Purchase this book. It will touch your heart. 

Buy the book here

I look back; peering;

Through the verdant pines on the hill

As if the pink and gray building

Would still beckon me [excerpt of one of the poems, Adieu]

Tea (Chai)

 It’s not the ingredients of the tea
But your company
That makes it a delicacy
Chuckling
... ... Arguing
Talking
Dirtier the glass, tastier it gets
Making promises to change the world
For a while, our own world we forget!

Come, let's together have some tea
One spoon sugar for me
How sweet would you want it to be?

Pic Courtesy: Joshi Daniel

Good News::One short story in Print :)

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One of my short stories, Matron and Pinky is published in a magazine.
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