O Dimple of My Cheek!

Wondering!

2010-07-07T07:29:00.001-07:00

In nothingness,
I command nothing,
still I scream
for a whole world loaf.

Searching Father

2010-07-07T07:08:00.000-07:00

She pulled eyes
and slaughtered them
till the blood dried , and
butchered souls
of those men
whom she considered father

Ran to the one
who stood calmly
amidst fog in the blazing sun

His eyes could see
sea deep unblinkingly

How true of a father...

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Why can't I drift?

2010-06-11T03:39:00.001-07:00

I fly,
soar in the sky
My thoughts rise.

Wind screeches!
I unturn my wings.
Warbling across,
I follow me.

You come!
You go!
I stay.
I fly.

I know 'who am I' and 'who you are'
Sky forgets, earth forgets
I don't.

Wind dashes on the sea
drifts the ocean
Thinks, can drift me too

I stay
I fly
I am not alone
I soar with peace

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Drench in the colors :)

2010-02-27T05:28:00.000-08:00

Drown in a Panipuri
Won’t you be green, sour, salty and tikha in the Jaljira?

Duck in the curd of Dahi Bhalla
Oh! mmm be white, creamy, soothe, tangy amidst a few grains of roasted Jeera

Drool and dazzle in an ice cream scoop
Won’t you be brown, sweet, and yum in the heaven of chocolate?

Drench in the cubes of watermelon
Errrrr! You will be all pink, fresh, cool and chill.

Dream – be in Gujhia, bhang, rabri, samosa, bhelpuri, jalabi, doodh and malai
Come on! Have tastes of life ;)
Enjoy, then, search for the colors

Take the pinch of green of the grass, one which your feet had strolled once.
Don’t you remember?

Orange of the sun you tried to hold in the fist
Blue azure sky you stole and kept in heart
White of the clouds, yellow of chrysanthemums,
Violet of the rainbow, red of the roses, the varying shades of lilies

Bring out
Bring out the colors,
hidden inside you
Drench in the colors of love,
before you smear others

;)))))

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Lights of Rama, tickle my dreams

2009-10-16T22:21:00.000-07:00

Lights of Rama
Tickle my dreams

Bless them the strength
To run on a gleam

Place upon a neat tree,
Nourish the brilliant bright

Mark them on arrowhead
Rama, hold your bow high
Let the arrow cross the stature of sky

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ODOMC Launch

2009-07-19T09:22:00.001-07:00

Flowers

2009-07-19T09:20:00.000-07:00

Like a child,
my feet press the wet sand of the beach
and draw flowers
petals like sunflower, dog flower
petunia, gardenia, few daisies and dahlias

Waves come chuckling
hold them, smell them, pluck them
and run away,
taking along
the sand below my feet,
leaving a new canvas for me
to create new flowers
every moment, everyday, every month, every year

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Snatching a baby

2009-07-19T09:18:00.000-07:00

You can snatch someone's husband
But how will you give progenies a father with spotless character!

You can snatch a wife
But how will you win her true love and sensibility!

You can snatch money
But how will you value the pleasure of sweat!

You can snatch words
But how will you snatch thoughts and thinking behind those
thoughts!

You can snatch an idea
But how will you give birth to zest and imagination!

You can snatch someone's baby
But how will you nurture the baby!
As you can't lactate
You haven't borne the sweet birth pain
You have missed that first smile
The first, happy tear, from your eye
To watch a miracle
in your hands

Can you snatch a dream?

New Inspiration...

2009-07-19T09:17:00.001-07:00

She felt like writing
after days of silence
Her perplexity screeched and searched for flowers( inspiration)
and she found
two petals, ten sub-petals
feet and fingers

ODOMC - Launch Teaser

2009-07-19T09:16:00.001-07:00

My Sandals

2009-07-19T09:13:00.000-07:00

My Sandals!
On you I stand,
Always!
Gosh!
I walk on you,
Always!

Running few times,
Slipping occasionally,
How you bear my weight uncomplainingly?

You and me, together -
Squeezing the morning dew drops,
Leaving the trail on green grass,
Pressing the wet sand of the beach,
Smothering in cowdung,
Toying with chair legs,
Hanging with laces,
Killing cockroaches.

Jumping on the dance floor,
Shining on the red carpet,

Head on,
with wall or sofa,
when thrown.

Getting drenched,
at my will or by accident.

Clinging with mud,
occasional polishing,
with lower rim of trouser.

Listening,
to prayers,
at the doorsteps
of temple.

Breaking,
silence of stairs.

Tapping the ground,
to the rhythm of a song.

Facing heat,
of non-stop roads.

Sometimes, you rest
on table, as I
relax cross legged on chair

an add on to my persona,
destiny unites us,
in a merchant shop.

I always chose you,
with passion :
new-fangled, the color, the style, the cost, the comfort…
and to satisfy
the need of occasion :
office meeting, party, morning walk, dinner, home…

Pride stings me
when my friends see the latest you

How patiently,
With time,
You adjust.

Your breathing space
Adapts
To the breathing of my foot

At times,
you give blisters
But, actually
you protect
from many to come
You are ever present for me

You live
For my comfort
Till you wither

I move on
hauling
unnoticed impudence
to buy a new you
with happy innocence

Warrior

2009-07-19T09:11:00.000-07:00

He
held
the razor sharp
gleaming sword
with arms
having strength of years of practice
and
sweat of pride

His voraciously focused eyes
zoomed
with speed so high (speed of light)
and
cut the neck
Hot blood splattered his face
His gut
stronger than his muscles
watched
unblinkingly
breathless fish like flesh
blood oozing from two pieces

His eyes smiled
of victorious glory
gazing
at the vacant eyes
of the fallen head

Two toddlers
liked the game
ran wild
from their mom’s clutches
reached those cold pieces
to fix
the broken doll
unable (to do so)
they held warrior’s fingers
dragging him
and pleading
“Fix it…”
“Fix our dad…”
“We have to play.”

Moment screamed
and turned cold

Warrior died (of guilt)
realized
he is nothing

© Mamta Narang wrote on FB
Monday, November 17, 2008 at 10:56am