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Half-inch Poetry

Reluctant footsteps
at my door
should I ask him in?

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Unfinished poems
at my bedside
I will miss evenings like these
smell of virgin rims

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Unfinished bedside poems
know
to pause,

    sometimes,

is to end

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I write
to remember
to forget

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I live life
life lives me
Both lives-
are they mine?

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A thousand
suns
rise
set
inside me
blinded.

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Last Night
I made a wish to
a flickering bulb
far away

Sky was thick with black clouds.

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Time and Time Again

Puppets by John Martindale@http://www.paintingsilove.com/image/show/20158/puppets

A-g-a-i-n
the Shake
speare stage
is set

an
other handker
chief mischief

an
other harm
onized madness

another
yet another
war over
poetic justice

The Trojan Battle
The Lankan Army
Henry’s politic-o’-love

another
yet another
haran
agni pariksha
pyre sacrifice

same questions
same answers

– of love
that lasts
unlasts.

Copyright, Tina Rathore

Painting by Debra Hurd @ http://debrahurd.blogspot.com/

To
day I
have

bailed out

that
day

clouds held back your tears
thunder outcried you
lightning hit flashes
in your eyes
sky wore
colors
of your skin

brown
black
yellow
grey

Will you
not
today

come out
play with me
raise castles of wet clay

I
I am
drenched
in memories
of days
that never were.

Copyright, Tina Rathore

B’day Poems

This poem is dedicated to a friend. It is not often we meet people who bring us closer to ourselves and make us realize that we lost innocence while we were busy growing up.

The realization made me yearn for past, for the times when we were keen on becoming, instead of rigidly being; times when the only wars were that of palate; times when every event was the shade of multicolors; times when we were ignorant about  the marathons of time; times when mathematics of reason could be won over by rhetoric of poesy; times when we chased dreams and dreams chased us; times when broken hearts could be mended with an innocent smile; times when we sincerely believed that heroes outlast witches and dragons; and all stories have a happy ending, if at all, stories end.

I live that life again in this poem with a hope that I live that life again, always. Thanks.

I wish I were a little girl again
waiting
to grow up
wear make up
drape Draupadi’s sari,
and become,
Become

I wish I were a little girl again
troubled
over ice cream
chocolate bars
lacy pink frocks
and stains
on them

I wish I were a little girl again
excited
about occasions
birthdays, meetings, departures
juggling
smiles and tears
like circus clowns
of our village

I wish I were a little girl again
running
away from teachers
evening vespers
the boy next bench
whose book
I lost

I wish I were a little girl again
Counting
birthday sweets
calendars
friends with whom
I broke up over
sharpened pencils

I wish I were a little girl again
dozing
off dreamlessly
over the morning bench
In the classroom
where
thoughts themselves
were sleeping pills

I wish I were a little girl again
hurt
Only With bruised knees
Cane marks
A casual hit
regular
Beating

I wish I were a little girl again
Writing
poems about
fairies, dwarfs, Prince Charming
And the Witch
slayed
at the end.

This life which you live and have lived, must be lived again by you, and innumerable times more. And there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and every sigh— everything unspeakably small and great in your life—must come again to you, and in the same sequence and series – Friedrich Nietzsche, The Eternal Recurrence. The Gay Science (1882), p. 341

A change in something seemingly innocuous, such as a flap of a butterfly’s wings, may have unexpected larger consequences in the future, such as the path a hurricane will travel. If you change even the smallest of life’s details, you completely change its outcome. –The Butterfly Effect. Edward Lorenz.

Violet Indigo Blue Green Yellow Orange Red No
Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Sun
bow bow bow bow bow bow bow No
R A I N B O W

Violet Indigo Blue Green Yellow Orange Red No
Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Sun
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Violet Indigo Blue Green Yellow Orange Red No
Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Sun
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