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(Dedicated to you, my Brothers and Sisters)
(Dedicated to in vitro fertilization victims...)
I - the tiny embryo
Gowri was the name given to her,
Gorgeous white Pomeranian,
Black eyes bright like
Black berries ripe,
You were my very first friend
With sunlit yellow hair,
which directly complimented my dark mane
We were a pair, uniquely different...
O Maker of this universe! ! ! ! !
Sought in silence, prose and verse!
Teach me Lord to sing Thy Praise
with diapered bottom
against gritty linoleum
December is here with Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And the whole streets illumined with colorful lights and stars
But his tiny hut looked dismal n’ dark like a prison camp
When I shall cease to breathe the vital air
The news will spread like a wild fire
As an owl picked out the fixed Star
A break in the clouds, a ray of hope
Washing her hands of muddled,
Many-sided habit of mind
From so many years
Holding his robe with one hand
You can see him standing tall a statue
amidst the sea in kanyakumari
right at the bottom of india
He was a poet who wrote short verses
Being I am..
a child of Adam
as on the day
I, intented to step out
Bharati Nayak evokes a whole world of natural consciousness, nature's appraisals and emotional bonds in her poems, nurturing each with unique personal care. The love for words, their strangely satiating pleasures and pains are transitions between her thoughts and her beautiful expressions. I found different layers and dimensions in each poem. Her very first poem 'I' tells about her conviction to remain etched in time's history with her poignant verses for generations to come, long after she is gone. If one has read the story or seen Satyajit Ray's 'Pather Panchali' can relate well to her poem 'A letter to Appu with love from Durga' where she beautifully narrates the bond between siblings, and Durga's soulful reminiscing. 'Oh Life'is a conversation of the poet with life, her observation and sensitivity impressed me very much. She begets her verses from fire and from ashes, unmoved by detractors or believers, confident of her perception and evocation.
Poems of immense depth, soft melody, spontaneous flow and personal style makes Bharati's collection 'Words Are Such Perfect Traitors' a must read for all those who love poetry.
Poet, Author, Artist, Reviewer
Many friends do I have
How do I describe them
As I am what I am
Because of them
Dr. Albert Einstein spent the last ten years of his life,
As a Crusader of peace and disarmament.
He passionately voiced his concern about Atom bomb.
In a dinner at New York Astor Hotel, in December 1945,
It's more than fifty
years now she's been gone.
She went to heaven and
left us all alone.
can, I smell
strongly, its presence
at a distance of
Memories of childhood prattle sweet,
Strange, funny utterances incomplete;
Toddling walk on the faltering feet,
Falling down, the same to repeat.
Nebyu first time participant prepped up thanks to passionate dad, come the day at Sport's Academy excited children in hundreds, blue race T-shirt under five wore important messages it had, phone numbers of guardians blended with play matters, siblings leisurely strolled to arena offsprings in tow, organizing team summoned kids warm up before run, retold sis Nebyu looked after Nawa and how! righting him back whenever easy to witness cuz intent on, feet at work roaming free firing plastic horn event highlight, brother dear sprinted weight disregarding hilarious not her, no worries trust the third child uncomplicated independent, found them holding hands at finish line let's all cheer, cousins they say favorite partners in crime, unfolded before our eyes their unique charm
award certificate wrapped gift too loved your new look, prep for finals rather relaxed good for you admirable quality, perceptive trusts intuition manoeuvering education method unique, wishes learning doesn't involve writing leftie nephew cutie, water gun fighter laughing silly in action friends realm, prior the purchase self conscious around audience at science fair, boys will be boys made it obvious drenched top to bottom, scolding of mother didn't mar gripping intense game at field linger, kicking ball favorite watching matches just as much it's clear, new taste World Athletics Oregon highly entertaining, discussion heighten anticipation tighten heart soar siblings roar, expressing joy cheering winners running in living room exercising, responsible still plays great role in raising handful Nawa Highness, I salute you dear Namo kudos on outstanding accomplishments
preferences aligned what siblings dig in most regard, Mr. Bean cartoon story of the past keen on those games, incomparable influential Namo leader of a kind like dad, new bond formed extra attention Nati lavished protectiveness, got tired of uniform all time fav spiderman costume, sameness doesn't suit his Highness dims delightful spark, full day in school boring challenges mom frustrating realm, endless debate always sweetness a must attachment tank, requests must be met empathize logic Nawa came up with, whole body is yes imploring drop no in convo completely, more cunning than Namo mother consents such mirth, don't blame you not fun restricting mini adult truly, refined social emotional skills testing limit capability escalate, self sufficient beibg adapt to adversity curb outburst
Big sis is simply trying to
Take time in the hammock alone
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo.
She's hoping for a quiet zone.
A sensation, a tingling, they will never know, an isolated soul, may be a ghost, no not just a ghost, a ghost king, years come by with no interaction, is this effect real, it seems as if the thoughts stalled, giggly once, bitterness gained ground more, pride leads to a grudge, what a flaw, remember me, remember me, death is since reform, grudges kill, although unknowingly a secret can as well. We all deserve to die, what a way to learn to fly, the ghost of you, was the only hope I had, remember me, fields of horrors, escape of dreams, siblings of lost, let it go, a gut wrenching feeling, nevermore, personalities change, blood spilled from their lies, blood split from their eyes, can scars become flowers? Lost time...lost casinos, olive skin, black holes for eyes, older and younger, secrets can kill, I have loved you, don't be afraid, the sun will shine once again, a new love will blossom for a thousand years, then heal for a thousand more.
A pattern, honesty a trap, this plan has to work their way, separated of sea and discovered sorrows, hatred, of first, loved in seconds, drawn good and evil, wonder if it be in as them still, nothing was ever so sweet, a lie, new undergoing a lost tale, deceit not so much, emotion made their hatred in to lost unknown love, they as a pair, felt their lives failure, passion a way as to make it come a new, a mystery unraveled or a moth to a new flame how false twins claimed, renew old to kill new once more, any link assessed was a hidden secret, they or a few would call it a venous same and feelings of reprehensive and dangerous life time regret, everyone moved on, why can't you and her, it's a past problem now, it works still, an others of all lost siblings takes ah in spirit.
went to the States, when still young,
earned enough money;
and then when old, as he longed,
patient tower of strength in my journey paving path watching what you do storing life lessons millions devoted scholar observant as I developed self worth point of reference, you, mother love respect always grew wings with confidence off to a strange city overcoming campus challenges being my own person despite distance all members believed in my capacity flying colors joined work force hello metropolitan responsible daughter side business horizon wide negotiation skill refined interaction took a notch siblings their families the intricacies exploring the island new social status room for growth inch by inch stretch mothering wonderful son nothing stage charge nurturing self relation with others source of change
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