Jacob’s escape

jacob escaped

not once or twice

he was gone

thrice yes thrice

 

away from home

got us terribly worried

wondered if he was alive

or somewhere buried

 

looked everywhere

under the bed over the sill

there was jacob

our baby hampster is trill

 

note: dedicated to our baby hampster jacob…

 

 

Candid

papa said speak up

mama said stand tall

growing up i realized

candid is not for all

when someone asks how are you

they often expect i am fine

i may be fine or miserable

but nevermind

connected to technology

tracking likes and stories of notoriety

who has the time

to heal our lonely society

to turn and say hello

to the one standing right beside us

to figure out how crpto

can buy happiness

i tell my children look them in the eye

speak up and stand tall

growing up hope they realize

candid is not for all

 

 

 

 

 

 

Red moon lullaby

©Sobhana Jaya-Madhavan

lean on me…
ever so slowly, close your eyes…
let me hear your soul sing…
as the red moon soars high…

like my rainbow-colored dreams…
my never-ending anxieties…
don’t understand the distance…
between my hopes and realities…
can I lean on you?
and close my tired eyes?
my dreams…
on the curve of your lashes, can they lie?
tell me why…
we love blossoms and hills….
choose to live in concrete jungles…
watching the skyline and our dreams wilt…
our dreams don’t see the light of day…
cross our arms when the other craves to be embraced…
build walls and sing freedom songs…
love, only to be betrayed…
lean on me…I will lean on you….
let’s open our tear filled eyes….
hold our life-giving breath together…
as the red moon soars high…

can I lean on you?
and close my tired eyes?
my dreams…
on the curve of your lashes, can they lie?

 

 

Freedom and fear

I read this beautiful poem once again today. It made me reflect on fear and a mind without fear that embraces freedom.

Where the mind is without fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

 

Chitto jetha bhoyshunyo (Bengali: চিত্ত যেথা ভয়শূন্য। Pronounced Chitto Jetha Bhoyshunno) (Where the mind is without fear) is a poem written by Rabindranath Tagore before India’s independence. It represents Tagore’s vision of a new and awakened India. The original Bengali language poem was published in 1910 and was included in the 1910 collection Gitanjali and, in Tagore’s own translation, in its 1912 English edition.

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Fog

the white blanket

wraps around nature

waiting patiently

to be held

the mother

wraps her arms around her child

waiting impatiently

not to meld

hurt

all around

life’s meaning

yet to be found

for now

observe the dew drops

that hug the leaves and play on tree tops

before they fall and disappear on the ground