rooted
Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Thursday, July 18, 2019
faceless yet very much real
#gautamipoetry
faceless yet very much real
your country is not you
you are not your country
but without your country
you are not even you
you are just a part of it,
a miniscule part, who gets to
share its assets and liabilities too
you have to respect what it offers
all those who share the space,
are but your brothers or sisters
who have as much right as you
so don't forget which you tend to
you won't get away abusing other's rituals,
what faith he follows is his right too
why do you threaten, why do you destroy,
why do you resort to violence?
why pick on girls,
lie and cheat to them,
kill them if they refuse to follow your faith?
is this Love, is this trust?
"killing, molesting, cheating is what defines you, you are a scum
and you know that too"
©gautamitripathy180719
Thursday, June 20, 2019
cut the emotions with a sharp knife
if the sky fell on you,
would you feel it?
if the Earth jumped up,
would you be afraid?
if the around you air got wild,
would you fly away?
if you answer, no to all,
then why do get hassled when I tear up?
women cry when they are sad,
or when they are hurt,
or when they are upset,
above of all, they cry when they are happy
"my dark thoughts hide within my dusky skin,
invisible to all but you"
©gautamitripathy20062019
Sunday, February 17, 2019
I salute her, I feel for her
Anger is a mild emotion. I feel that rage but I am helpless. My hot-headed hubby wants to go for the kill. He will do it too if I don't stop him. I don't know how to react. I feel for the mothers of the martyred soldiers...
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#IStandWithTheDefenceForces
#LoveOurSoldiers
#Poeming #Poetry
I salute her, I feel for her
she nurtured you with her blood
she never ever showed her tears
when she sent you to defend the country
but she is a mother
she desired to see you once more
she wished for you to marry
she wanted a grand child or two
she waited for you to come home
she needed to hug you once more
she talked to you on the phone
she listened to you with calmness
she hoped for you to hug her
yes, you returned home
but in smithereens
not even in full body for her to hug
how does one console
that mother who gave you to the country?
how does one face her?
"lip service won't work any more,
we have to kill the traitors first,
and render the enemies to dust"
©gautami.tripathy 17022019
Monday, February 11, 2019
a piece of my heart
#ClassOf2019 #Poeming #Poetry
each one of you holds
a piece of my heart
every year this time
you lovingly part
love and sadness
fight within the heart
with each outgoing batch
I lose in you some part
yet I will never ask you
to stop or pause
when you reach new heights
that would be rewards enough
"dreams may come true, but if not
you would have an option
because that is what
you would have chosen"
©gautami.tripathy10022019
Friday, February 08, 2019
discord
#poemette #poeming #poetry
the falcons flew away
one by one
and the aftermath was a chaos
such calm that I missed the cacophony
order is so sterile
it gives us nothing
do we need vacuum
which is not conducively creative
mind rots in such a state
I want the mind to listen
to all the unordered
happenstance
I want it to accept the unpredictability
let the falcons come back
let them be what they are
majestic in the midst of dissonance
"I wish to fill the pages with squiggles of unfettered doings"
©gautami.tripathy29012019
Friday, January 25, 2019
time never stops, yet I pause
I wrote some lines on the road
a few of the words got scattered
I suppose they changed lanes
as they felt redundant
I put my head on the ground
moving my eyes here and there
to follow the scattered words
But I found a few small poems
Isn't it the Universal truth
that we come out of our mothers
only to find our own niche
yet still be a part of her
we collect enormous baggages
with mindless complications
and forget to bond with the one
who brought us to life
"finally I realised that time is
what we really spend,
everything else has no meaning"
©gautamitripathy14012019
#Maa #JustMaa #Poeming #Poetry
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
whirlwind of incomprehension
I used to write dark poetry. Even my love poems were dark. Poetry flows forth when emotions run riot.
Right now, no dark poetry but I will be back with that soon.....
#Poetry
#Poeming
#ShortPoetry #LovePoem
whirlwind of incomprehension
the pages are fluttering
I fill the blankness with squiggles
meaningless for everyone
but loaded with messages for you
a cynic and a recluse bonded forever
by unknown forces of mystical origin
which transcends beyond words
the pages have been tamed
the squiggles are dancing
songs pour forth in unison
from the heated walls
I am carving a statue out of my poem
you are connecting the wires of the voice box
we are surrounded by silent songs of redolent love
"come sweetheart, I will the peal the onions and garlics
you chop the tomatoes and dice the carrots"
@gautami.tripathy180918
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
I had lost it totally
#GettingBackToPoeming
#Poetry #FreeVerse
#SeekingMyselfInPoetry
I chose the path I had travelled before
smooth and easy
I walked and walked
then it struck me
the road was leading nowhere
I had given so much
I had gained so much
my life, it was balanced
why was I tilting it
I traversed back
to find my niche
to find my loved ones
to see the world
which had been lost
in daily drudgery
"when you seek serenity
you are at peace with yourself and the world-
is that difficult to fathom?"
@gautami.tripathy2018July30
Wednesday, April 04, 2018
impulsively spoken
hot april melts the heart,
meshes with the mind
and thoughts get meddled
hot tears flow into the drain
meandering through
the jumbled mind
the words spoken impulsively
stay imprinted, nailed-
mauling the psyche
"closest one hurts the most,
and at what cost, and at what cost'
@gautami.tripathy04042018
Tuesday, April 03, 2018
faded yearnings
in the locked drawer,
a few gold beads hidden in the recesses,
tinkle away the nostalgia
a brocade border, so intricate
maa had preserved it
lovingly for me
the silver anklets tarnished now, rub into my memories-
the longings, the yearnings
these are now fleeting, reminisced very rarely
fading only now
"I have this bond invisible yet so strong, this is what is so grounding"
@gautami.tripathy03042018