unfettered

 Maa wants me to send her my pics. I do that but sometimes the photos are horrible but it doesn't really matter. I sent the following photo yesterday, freshly scrubbed...and wrote the poem a while back....

unfettered

you always looked at me by

unseeing me

with so much deep love

that I couldn't fathom

you read my mind

you understood my heart

you nurtured the soul

I argued with you

I fought with you

never comprehending

your affectionate heart

now whenever I look into the mirror

I see you watching over me

wanting to see me

hence, each day I send you my photo

so that you won't miss me

and I will be engulfed with your love

which sustains me in difficult days

"I can never be you but always be your daughter

made on your mold, with love to hold"

©gautamitripathy11022019

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

discord

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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

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

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.....

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#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

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

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

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

it all seems life time ago

it all seems life time ago

the calls, the talks
the silences in between
were never enough

the long drives
the forced stopovers
the pauses that never sustained

even apart, I could feel the breath
and the craving
deeply embedded in me and also you

when the heart recognises
and the mind accepts
only then the soul calls out

"it is there to stay, I know it will stay"

@gautami.tripathy02042018

old memories

old memories

I am rewriting over the old memories
creating space to fill in the new ones

why live in past when it's always present?

changes don't bother me
attitudes do
have we fallen so low that
we ask personal questions too?

the few grey strands are testimony of bygone times
yes, I seldom write poetry
that rhymes

"coming back, I am shedding old memories and up with new"

@gautami.tripathy01042018