Prussian Blue Moon~

 Every night, the blue moon slides

   on my windowsill

shedding a bit of herself on me and smile;

It invades my sleep.

I’ve long sentenced my conscience

 To an absolute exile-

Doomed I am….

  into the gallows of oblivion. Today,

Bordering on insanity, my mind

   grazes almost mechanically

 on unknown and mysterious pastures.

Oh, I am full of amnesia!

A lost identity- though

   scrupulously honest to myself,

but the world cares not,

neither forgets, nor forgives me.

I understand, the past is real…and I lived it.

But its gone today… yet somehow!

The generosity of the Prussian blue moon- 

Crossing from one side to the other-

still captivates me. 

I adore the beams

when they come all the way

to be with me!

...and people call me lunatic, senile…

Oh, love me, respect me as I am…I pray.

Patients with amnesia can feel emotions, despite memory loss. Routine neglect from family, friends may leave the amnesic patients feeling sad, frustrated and lonely even though they can't remember why! So treat them with respect and dignity!!

Linked up with Susan's prompt: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2017/08/poets-united-midweek-motif-respect.html

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So Alone~

I trace you as your feet traverse

My meadows… we are together.

You and I’ve come to live

  as God’s messengers…

I am a museum of Oceans, Rainforests,

Soil, Water, Redwoods, Coral Reefs and Flowers.

But, sadly like a raped girl, I am

…Dallying and turning to see at every move to check

Who’s come… the heartless man!

“What’s in your wares-basket today?”, I ask.

I walk forever with disturbing guests all night.

Man’s demeanor is a rusted tale to me. But,

Surprisingly, you never pause.

Jaws of traps open again and again

 How far…how long?

How far my destination…?
We stand on two sides of the divide
   slowly fading like echoes...
The end is not far.

Written for Sumana's : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2017/08/poets-united-midweek-motif-nature-her.html

The 360° visuals of LIFE…

The 360° visuals of LIFE…

Life isn’t easy,

or happy all the time.

Everyday…

The morning kneels, waiting

For us to do the pony ride.

The pony leaps

and cracks like a cloud mass

branching along life’s skyline

We scrape the veneer… 

Touch of tears, patience and sometimes

Reconciliations polish and mend

the cracks of the soul.

And we rightfully recoup…

Reinforcing…

The themes of eternal Zen Art.

-The tradition of kintsugi!

written for Sumana's : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2017/08/poets-united-midweek-motif-kintsugi-art.html

Reflections

A statue of a man

 Unidentifiable …with kids wrapped

Around his hands and feet.

I fear it is him!

Oh, I shudder at the tales

  those upturned faces tell….

The chortling kids forcing a tilt-up look

Pleading for mercy…!

Does he kick the babies and walk on?

Ah, sometimes the heart baulks

    at human touch-

   How vile it is-

I flinch and turn away.

.A breeze purrs, inspires fear. I trip over.

Quiet everyone

At least for a moment

Let me walk away from my thoughts

For once...

I want

My mind to think for me

And brood of nothing else.

Please

Let me release them

To the winds

Somewhere away from

an ill-founded civilisation.. 
Freedom for them is all I care..

 Written for  : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2017/08/poets-united-midweek-motif-human.html

The picture from a famous sculpture installation at the Frogner Park, in Oslo. It is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, containing the lifework of the Norwegian artist, Gustav Vigeland (1869-1943). More than 200 of his sculptures are present in the park. Each statue has a personality of its own and human emotion is well-captured – the relationships between people are common motifs of Vigeland’s work.