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A brave beauty



remember the wise girl
kind eyes, soft voice
dear sweet learnt slower
at the ire of some teachers
an example set for students
learnt the wooden scale’s brunt
for every late answer
some incomplete homeworks

not all teachers unkind
some just let her be
yet none taught us to be kinder
as children we laughed at jokes
she laughed with us too
though the joke was on her
at breaks we were just classmates
sharing pencils and sweets

we didn’t have bullies in class
ran around we did happy to shout
then get punished as a whole
but no one taught us
that she needs special love
sometimes I feel we did right
cause she was one among us
she was not an outcast

we didn’t label her on her ability
she was one among us
somewhere she lives
hoping with many prayers today
very sure on second thought
that the lessons to stay and fight
did mould her to shine and brave
wherever she might be today

……..

She was wise and kind , yet a slow learner of alphabets. What right have we to
categorize ? There are two categories that matter, the kind and unkind.
Inclusiveness in schools is a debate that yet needs to find an answer for kindness needs an unanimous vote.

With the Grace of the Lord,
Subha Rajesh
Bluewrite76

Author Subha Rajesh

Home maker, Mom, a poetry and writing enthusiast who likes to explore and write verses on philosophy, relationships and nature.

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The flower that knights made



flower of life
bloomed with rosy yawns and smiles
yet arrived on dark skies
as clouds loomed in devil’s clout
manacles and tentacles in fierce grip
as the angel smiled through the black rain
saviors descended to cull the stifling chains
a lease of life from the Gods ordained

her smiles and sighs that call forth to embrace
became the reason to permit them life
a drug in excess that the knights led
their empty vessels in treasures filled
black clay glad to find creator’s hands
went into wild storms like starving beasts
to testing battles with will and love armed
hope that draws you like the golden swan
behind the piper went with armors clad

a very soft pericarp of self love alone
clung on perspiring toughest skins just so that
the knight smiled at every wee dawn’s shine
didn’t forget to take the orange scent
of the arbors and forests of enchanted life

when hope drowns in tender deaths
only to rouse the dead with her soft touch
to taste that drink of smallest victories
that bloom and fade
like the teasing dandelion

yet life beckons with more green
slow crusades that decades become
not those wars that in smoke find doom
where knights lay red in river beds
but those destined to rise at every turn
born forever again to be the knight
of she who drugs you with her innocent love

Dedicated to mothers, the brave knights of their beautiful angels.

With the Grace of the Lord,
Subha Rajesh
Bluewrite76

Flower on the Landscape



on wet roads grey
step a time
self search
meander o tortoise
rain nor storm
pace did hinder
became she
another flower on the landscape



With the Grace of the Lord,
Subha Rajesh
Bluewrite76

Author Subha Rajesh

Home maker, Mom, a poetry and writing enthusiast who likes to explore and write verses on philosophy, relationships and nature.

Creative representation for this blog is done by our extremely talented CreativeSaathi associate Kabir Vernal

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Anger wave

Anger wave



Where it originates, Anger from the inner cage,
Lash around we do, in misspent outrage,

Like those unruly waves on the rocks,
Cause be the skies and winds leading the soft waves in flocks.

What kindles these troubled emotions in man?
Is it the upheavals we face against mind’s plan?

Or is it our restless souls?
Refusing to bow down to the stifling ripples?

Or is it the pride that looks down,
to instantly judge and condemn.

The waves break and die fighting the infallible rocks….
But here the dear hearts break everywhere in sad heaps.

Is my wild outpourings breaking me and mine spirit,
As doth you disappear in your fury on rocks, pretty waves effervescent..

Love and awe in us you inspire much,
soothing the souls in every touch….

Time doesn’t favor you poor wild waves, my short lived friends,
Wasted be our time in rage though gifted with invaluable decades.

Where be my compassion ?
Under the weight of compromises is it in stupor be?

Or lost have I,
the unfailing spring of forgiveness?

nay,

never to lose,
just hidden in the life’s dense jungles.

Everlasting elixir of peace,
sweet patient compassion,
will thee come give a hand,
at every slip of temper,
to extract me from
the blinding fogs,
that doth render me naught.


With the Grace of the Lord,
Subha Rajesh
Bluewrite76
This is a new poem for this website. I had written this on my blog when I was warring between anger and compassion on myself and those around me. The waves lash around and then soothe much like how we do.

Author Subha Rajesh

Home maker, Mom, a poetry and writing enthusiast who likes to explore and write verses on philosophy, relationships and nature.

Creative representation for this poem is done by our extremely talented CreativeSaathi associate Dhrov Tikoo

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A Promise

On Children’s Day, A poem for all our lovely children by Simmi Vasu

What do I see in you, my son?
I see, our future and our country’s young.
The future which would be bright and gay
Where narrow minds will have to give way.

Yes! It will be a new dawn,
Of literacy, equality and oneness among all.
Where people will not die of hunger,
Each one would get his due for labour.

Each child would go to school one day
They will not be buried in soot and clay.
Each girl will proudly stride,
For a better life and future bright.

Your world will be free of scams,
Where politicians and leaders will not be shams.
Where knowledge and integrity will be the true powers.
Not money or muscle power.

You will be our guiding light
A leader with a heart and insight.
Proudly will you lead us afar,
And remove these faithless scars.


For my child, now I am old and bitter,
Of this uncouth, untrue dance of our leaders.
Oh! I cannot bear my motherland crying,
A slow and painful death, she is dying

The country today needs you, my son.
It’s children like you who have to take the plunge.
Lead us to that Promised Land.
Promise me son, you will take that chance.

–Simmi Vasu

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Some Musings: Love a poetry by Simmi Vasu

Love?


Love …is it something out there?
Or a tale of fantasy, we love to weave.
When did I see you last?
In the eyes of my parents,
Or was it my children?
Was it in the eyes of the stranger I helped?
Or in the joyful yelp of my pet when I enter home.
Still I yearned to feel your touch..
And then I saw that Gulmohar..
A riot of orange ..and my heart leapt..
Nearby some children dancing with no care
In their toothless smile , did I see you?
Love are you there in the smiles of my friends?
In the blessings of my elders..
Did I feel you in the melodies?
Which would move me to tears..
I am all these and much more…said love
You will see me all around, my dear…
Why do you seek me here and there…
The more you give me…the more I embrace you…
Don’t look for me… I am in You…

Simmi Vasu