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.
Monday, September 09, 2019
Veiled Veneer
Thursday, July 18, 2019
faceless yet very much real
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
Saturday, March 23, 2019
raise the bar
raise the bar
Monday, March 18, 2019
Inferno
Infernowhen tears tear me apart
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
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....
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
