Daily Verse
Week 4 June 2023
A Musical Grid
By Haimanti Dutta Ray 23rd June 2023
The buzzing of bees
The gurgling of water
The whirring of cars
The meowing of cats
Full of sound and fury
Are but signifiers of the signified
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Caller tunes in mobile phones
Create music in a prosaic
Surrounding
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The jarring effect of splintering glass
The screeching horns of automobiles
The angry manifestations of the human brain
Are but leitmotifs
Running parallel in a grid
Onomatopoeic, built of sounds
Music and noise
Strains of music streaming in
From open doors and windows
Are but the catharsis of nature to move-
To help us lose ourselves.
Senryu
By Daipayan Nair, 22nd June 2023
widening
the facepack cracks
her smile
mental asylum
the old man tunes
his air guitar
baul song …
the splash of an oar
stirs the moon
I Speak her Voice
By Lakshmi Iyer, 21st June 2023
Across the borders
I hopped,
my childhood days
in those partition windows
a strange scent
in the air
The flavours of motherhood
friendship and brethren
get along
but somewhere afar
I overlook myself
I get deceived
Then one day
I receive a bouquet
flowers decor
the space i belong
in his heart
a golden hue
in my womb
a godlike angel
cradled in our journey
we behold
a star river
in our threshold
I set aside
my words,
my poems open the door
to the many
in solitude
find love and care
One day
I find Autumn
in the mirror
I caress the scar
tears twinkle
in the moonlight
But i know for sure
Spring will soon be near
even in monsoon
few colours bloom
Life is not so hard
Only i need to wait
The dark clouds will leave
a rainbow in my heart
winter gray
a ladle of silence
between us
Senryu
By Jennifer Gurney 20th June 2023
Fresh squeezed orange juice
Tangy-pulpy sweetness on
My morning tongue
All the things I wish
I could still say to my mom
Join the lump in my throat
Characters emerge
Through my fingers on the keyboard
With voices of their own
The Walk
By Richa Joshi Pant, 19th June 2023
That day as we walked along the river,
the sun was bright and the air cold.
The village boy looked at us and smiled reluctantly.
A friendly stray dog followed us for food.
A kingfisher made a V shaped smile in the sky.
Some milky, translucent, and strange pebbles we picked
and made a cairn for another passer-by to see,
The words flowed like stream as we walked together.
And warm silence walked along for long stretches,
Tiny flower and their intricate stigma,
Looked as pretty as the big ones
Wisps of steam from sweet tea in an earthen cup,
Warmed my being starting from my palm,
A long gaze at the trees growing acrobatically on cliffs
Precariously beautiful as some defining moments in past
That was a walk which still shines like a pupa of an exotic butterfly,
It was a walk when we had forgotten our phones in the car.