Belief-Revisited

What do you believe in?

I’m asked, when protest

Beads in, on strings of thought

A natural zinging, of resonance.

 

What do you believe?

The next level of probing

In the inquisition of Faith

To pigeon-hole a generation.

 

Do remove the interrogator

I retort, and let the question determine.

They acquiesce, perplexed.

“Do you believe?” Ha!

 

You are not of the Faith –

They proclaim – brand you thus

If you were one, they argue,

Question us, dare you?

 

I believe, Oh! I do.

In the essential faith, I carry

Not in a retributive power

But in flawed humanity

That shall, ever, questing, make

Discoveries, within and without.

 

The zenith of our possibility

The nadir of our actions.

 

And, believing, we too can believe

In our own selves –

Pray to a forgiving power.

The ONE within, to help, the ONE WITHOUT.

 

29 October, 2018 (unpublished here 😮 ), for

2 April, 2020, Day 2 of #NaPoWriMo2020

 

WordPress and I have now crossed a decade together! Hell yeah! Thank you WP, for being that one place that always makes space for the words that sometimes visit, and for never complaining, when I do not visit 🙂

A Challenge

April’s nobody’s fool

Least of all, mine

For that is when

The bug hovers, as if to bite

And bite it does, it did,

Seemingly aeons past

Or so it feels, this moment.

So, I let that warm memory

Thaw them words, frozen

In that block,

Let it pool itself

And form what it will…

Verse, or worse

No matter what

This time, they shall

Not be stemmed

But shall grow on

Blossom how it will

And I shall let what

Fragrance will,

Waft from this

Rambler’s tapestry.

April, I shall suffer fools gladly

If only you would play me!

 

02 April, 2020 (Day 1 of #NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month, observed in some places 🙂 )

Chrysalis

Barely spawned-

I fed on words

Taking all I could

Seasoning them

The bland, the insipid

Them cliches and them stereotypes.

 

Seasoned them

With rebellion and intolerance

Voracious, ever-demanding.

 

The hunger for opinion

Then the necessity to serve it

Tempered with altercation

Garnished inelegantly

With disdain!

 

That liberty to do 

Precisely that, till satiated!

 

Irreverant, devouring

Each click-baited morsel,

Till finally it was time.

 

Insouciant, outraged

Protestor, Rebel –

Even I had to yield

I’d had enough.

 

Clothed in indifference

The helplessness of a witness

To rampant, rampaging rallies of belief.

 

I waited it out. 

 

For I knew, from within,

I’d changed.

I’d grown.

I’d distilled

What I thought I needed.

 

From the rebel –

With an all -encompassing hunger

I emerge –

Wearing those colours

Of insouciance and outrage

Woven into the threads

Of acceptance, of anticipation.

 

Let’s just say

I survived.

(19 January, 2019)

For 3 February, 2019, Day#3 of #FebruaryFlows 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

Whorls of Words…

Of whirlwinds and words
The way they drop tantalizingly out of reach
Or feather your cheeks lingering as they pass…
How they storm the bastion of close held secrets
Ferreting out strands of stray raw ones
So that the cold and hot, both hurt the exposed, worn nerve
Like a recurring toothache. One you cannot do anything about.

And yet again they become the salve.
Cocoon you in a verse, a story
Staying close till at least the scabs form.
I drink words this morning.

#magicalmornings MM#251 1 Feb 15

#cheatpost 🙂 #magicalmornings … More in the coming days!

#Day2 of #FebruaryFlows a part of #RamblingsinFebruary 🙂

Do Go Gentle…

…Upon this web of words,

Haphazard, it may seem,

But honesty is where it’s from.

Read too little

Wrote too much

Shared oft and on

Not enough, not enough

So says this place 🙂

So here is She

That eccentric rambler

Tryna make words (pun pun pun 😛 )

Work their bit

Of what, you ask?

Never a thing, but what they usually do…

And that’s Magic, if here you be regular!

A silly ramble, this be,

To start a Flowing February

And wishes to all ye….

On this very journey, of/with me 😀

Toodles, for now….

 

But yes,

Do not go gentle, into the night

Rage rage against the dying of the light

(Dylan, thanks be to ye, for having guided this first one

And all of those gals, me friends, me cohorts

Shail, Uma, Abhi, Gul…. 🙂

1 February, 2019

Day#1, #FebruaryFlows2019