SILVER SWAN

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Short story slam week 49, July 21---August 7, 2016, Silver Swan poetic stories of romance and mystery

I want to be happy,

After a long simmering wave in the day,

A stress put into body and mind,

I want to be proud and

Happy, clearing stench air,

Leaving surges of invisible necessities,

Paving into a dreaming silver lake, with

Eyes dipped into loving galaxy,  

Like fairy lady looking at morning lights,

In blue joy, with white swans.

O fairy lady, come with coolness,

And take me to the world, where

Riddle of worldly affair disappears,

Far away from this warring zone,

I want to live, with caring aroma, at

A fantastic land where cool lake and

Fairy garden form rhythm in swimming,

Not forming a suffocating nebula,

But to move like a brave swan around a

Dreaming lady playing with loving blossoms,

And I can be free with a vision for a long time

More than what I am enjoying

When I was in an earthly dream,

This journey will raise a name of love.

BETWEEN TWO ROADS

I walked too often to find roots

Of quiet place – away from home

And many times, I am plunged

Between two roads, striding away

In a long and strenuous journey.

Instead, I have to wash away dream

From my mind, dry pathway makes

Me frustrated, restraining me from

This wild journey, and excesses

Have been done upon my mind,

Sweet home is the prince,

Filling peace in everyone’s mind,

Rescuers are not at red soil or metallic road.

From daybreak to evening,

I learnt to stay at home, even if

I am dried out with thirst

Or melt in agony, none has loving tongue.

JOURNEY

Morning sunlight prepares

For the day, it is spring, journey

Takes leap for revelations  

Over the water, waves take

Directions of flowing, coming

Over passage of time, and journey

Begins on the platform of

Howrah Railway Station visible

In clean colors, window on touring

Space, keeping life on probable

And possible of self appearance

Where mind is open and

Fantasy is other source of living,

Slowly flowing over dreams. 

RAIN IS COMING

There is construction in the dark cloud

Magic information old building shares,

Noting 64 seconds over traffic halts, for

Beginning of journey, city-streets perform.

Dark shade pointed to formation of water

In the rainy season, darkness hovering around,

Rain will come down with dancing bounce,

Life begins in a chain of communication

With hot weather of summer, an integrated

Affirmation with life’s sentiment for best guides,

We are on the way to make halts in raindrops’ verse,

For another passage that leads to our existence in the hearts.

ANXIOUS JOURNEY

She is new in this journey

This time she has to return home

She falls in anxious waiting when

Her eyes has caught a moving bus

That she longs to get ride on

To go to the railway station,

That connects to her home station,

But the bus does not stop at stand,

And she becomes annoyed and

Ridiculed at this pattern of stumble

Over bus, that is playing on stance. 

Commuters stand cool over time

Their bus-routs are known and when

The scheduled bus comes

They get on board, as destined to,

And reach home sooner or later.

She sees buses running with haste

Lifting passengers in rush,

Grasping moments,

Light and shadow point towards time,

Somehow to reach home,

All time in hurry.

SINGING OF RAIN

First rain drifted over the land of cultivation,

This time it lays an emphatic shower for

A green blanket stretched to horizon,

Water makes lotus seeds sprout, and fills all

Nearby ditches with water, to the brim,

Lotus stem holds leaf floating,

Making them get bloomed on water-island.

Farmers start tilting mud on paddy field,

As if light reflected on water drops in cloud

To form green light passing through

Prism of life that carries singing of life,

What journey is is for life’s turn,

Meaning to go on to possess long wing,

Ahead of our dreams, to live with food grains. 

TANKA

April clouds, small, white,

These come as Kalbaisakhi storm.

From life’s journey,

She learns small to be cared of,

Like kidney stone, endless owe.

TANKA

Little clouds hover in

Morning sunlight in the sky,

April on the trip,

On health purpose, wide journey

Begins with fruit, food and water.

CHILD’S CHOICE, IGNORED

She returns home with haste

Stops for her little son

And makes him prepare

For the journey,

She has no time to listen

To her child who has

Something good in his mindset,

The child has own choice

For shoes and sweater to wear

In winter, while

He is going out,

And he utters, “Other one”

He is yet to speak in full.

The child cries with bursts,

Holding his choices - shoes

And sweater to wear

In mother’s company,

She had no time to attend

Child’s untold feeling,

And she fakes his choice

Stuffs a mother’s choice,

Jumps into hasty move,

Avoiding crying of child,

And lifts the kid

Like a colored balloon,

In her lap, and the child

Crying profusely,

Still holding his shoes

In one hand and sweater

In other hand, and keeps

Them under his care

Not knowing the secret

Of his mother’s apathy,

And his mother says,

“We are in a hurry,

Time to catch bus is going out.”

The child don’t understand,

What mother is saying about,

Crying profusely, he throws

All he holds in his tiny hands,

Slumped on the hard concrete floor.

HEALING TOUCH OF THE GREEN

Moving through natural garden,

I am on board of an electric train,

With a ticket to go Guntur, AP,

Bringing my baggage on the board.

Green, passing by speedily,

With hill-tops moving in curved line,

Contour of binding line elates the scene,

Outside of our moving train.

The winter day passes on journey,

A well designer creates a new scene

That contemplates slops of green passage,

Trees are like scarf moving behind.

I am arising like tenant of life,

In the percept of green-birth,

As if looking glass is green resort,

The earth makes images, beauty of the nature.

I feel proud in the gentle mirth

Of the nature hurriedly passing my vision,

Amid concrete constructions, stations, towns,

Those are waking in the vast natural stream,

I am moving, surrounding glory fills mind,

And someone makes everything sharp,

Around the vision, and ripe food grains

Are to be collected and recollected, near river basins.

Enormous source for surviving plight,

Keeps us all in salt and in honey

Of the great creation over the earth,

Breathing, and imploring what is more in cycle.

Of our life, love makes our courage

With all the nature’s things, we are participating,

In best performance of our dream,

Mind gets healing touch with the earth’s green. 

Short Story Slam Week 27: Locations and Sensations

                                   LOCATION AND SENSATION                 

                                                  

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Bluebell Books Twitter Club: Short Story Slam Week 27: Locations and Sensations

Standing on the Broadway passage,

I pass my time with my baggage

For my journey to Chicago, Seattle, Austin, airport, and

My ride starts for India – Kolkata, Delhi, Madras and Mumbai.

In my youthful aromas, and I want to see the locations,

And I am curious of sensation; I can feel it of my visits there,

With my affordable fare and journey cost,

And I want to see sunset at the Juhu Beach,

To compare the scene that I see at my place - California beach.

I will visit Santiniketan with my friends,

And from bookstore at Visva-Bharati University,

I will buy one full collection of writings RabindranathTagore,

My mind will be enlightened with echo of spirited feeling of his writings.

There are places I may walk with thoughts that may grow,

With an echo of a sound that creates blessings of this world.

I may have some knowledge of spiritual insights of India,

And I can enter the existence of the beautiful earth,

And understand the world of nature, the mother earth preserves.