November 2018 Showcase....[ Poems From Poets Of The " Indian Subcontinent " ] Poem by Bri Edwards

Introductory Poem:


Poems From PH Poets Of The Indian Subcontinent

In a vast land, a vast population offers these:
Visions of Flying Rape Relationship-Unease
and more, so as to, your poetic-taste buds tease.

As I know American English, [ I'm " born and bred " ],
and strive to grasp poem meanings in my head,
it's ‘proper-English' which I try to display, ......
.... though many speakers in U.S. don't talk that way.

Some poems get altered at my (Bri's)‘behest'.
Some I ‘correct' on my own so as to not suggest...
to readers an odd spelling, a missing apostrophe,
or another error/typo. I never, ever, charge a fee!

And yet, I still let some ‘improperness' get by,
and someday I may just let ‘improperness' fly
out the Poetic Window to fly in a Poetic breeze.
But then 'proper-English'-poets may gasp: "Jeez! "

(October …9th ….2018)

The remainder of the showcase, containing author names, titles of poems, and poem texts, shall/will be finished later, ‘my Muse and body willing'! ! ! Maybe the above will whet your poetic appetite?

Bri Edwards

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I'm having LOTS of trouble today, putting together the November showcase. I don't know if I am to blame [getting old? ] or if PH is to blame, OR "some of both". My problem is the difficulty/impossibility involved in scrolling up and down on the
'submit a new poem' page. (

NOW I'm planning to put the showcase together as a "Message" to me on PH, instead of trying to construct it, as I've done in the past, on the "Submit a new poem" page. Once my message is completed, I'll copy and paste it into the "Submit a new poem" page. IT HAD BETTER WORK....or I'LL HAVE TO EAT TWO MORE GALLONS OF ICE CREAM TO CONSOLE ME! ! ! [[ I'm 'afraid' the pasting may 'not go well'. ]]

bri)

To make things simpler (for ME and for YOU)I will NOT include information for the readers and reader-poets which i've previously put into some of the showcases. For 'information' I refer you to September 2018's showcase, found in my list of submitted poems in my PH site. Or you may direct questions to me in a message.

I'm also NOT giving a list of JUST author names and poem titles.
I'll just list the Poem Titles with the authors' names and the texts of the poems. Wish me luck! !

I also may NOT place Poet's Notes or Bri's Notes after poems i used to do these things.

i hope you enjoy at least some of the poems I've gathered, mostly out of My Favorite Poems list, aka MyPoemList, which now has 1723 poems in it from PH.


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The Showcase:

a - I'm Yet To Figure Out… - Poem by Ruchi chaurasiya


Enthralling man or enchanting aura,
I yet to figure out what made me flushed in rapture,
I found my heart conspired against me for him,
His one word makes me euphoric like a morning bird
I yet to figure out what made my heart belong to him.
I yet to figure out why my thought belongs to him more than myself,
I yet to figure out what beings him in my early morning thoughts,
I yet to figure out who allows him to be my mid night thought.
I want to ask when did exactly he took over my most primal belongings,
I want to ask why he even crossed my path when we never had a common path.
I want to ask what were those exact qualities which made him exceptional were.
I want to ask who will take verdict on him for breaking into my thoughts and stealing my mind.
I was never easy to anyone but he conquers me nonchalantly, I wonder how?
OK, for now I forgive my prude heart for loving him,
Just one question-is it mistake or a learning?
If it's learning then I yet to figure out- what to learn from this?
"How to love or how not to love? "

Bri's Note: I suggested to Ruchi that she change "I Yet" to "I'm Yet" or "I Am Yet". She changed it in her title but not in the body of her poem. ok. :)


b - My Country India - Poem by Ruta Mohapatra


My country of rugged mountains
Beautiful valleys
And vast plains
Lets you think your own thoughts

My country of green forests
Long seashores
Mighty rivers
Lets you follow your own God

My country of many cultures
Many cuisines
Many languages
Lets you speak your own language

My country of colourful costumes
Colourful festivals
Colourful myths
Lets the Indian spirit bind one and all


c - Breaks - Poem by Ruta Mohapatra


Sometimes the song dies in me
Days weigh heavy on my spine
The heart sighs for no reason
The colour drains from my vision

I feel like lying all day long
Under a blanket in cocoon form
Away from all bright lights
Away from all familiar sounds

My body and soul in need of rest
Lie silent till refreshed
Then slowly the cocoon I break
And emerge bright as a butterfly


d - Senryu 27 Series (Victory)- Poem by Savita Tyagi


A desire to win
Demands a constant search for
An adversary.

If none is in front
You can find plenty to fight
Within your own self.

I would rather face
My vices as enemy
Than the world outside.

‘Cause Winning myself
Is in my hands but not a
winning of this world.

My inner world
Victory offers an outer
Vision to master.


e - A Fancy - Poem by Bharati Nayak


I envy the newspaper
You hold in your hand
For how eagerly
Your eyes move from
Letter to letter
And you would not let it go
Before you finished reading! !

Ah, had you but held me
in your hands
Like the newspaper
Read my eyes
With the same eagerness
And would not let me go,
Before you finished reading! ! !


f - Brown Ants In Search Of Nectar - Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul


Morning has arrived and leaves are fresh,
Freshly bloomed yellow wiled flower,
This has invited new guests to treat,
Three brown ants have come in row.

This blooming values more in tenderness,
Nectar is gathered by flower to suckle,
Hardworking brown ants are children now,
Green leaves are giving fresh breeze more.

God's boon is freshly sprinkled with light,
Morning holds purity and nectar is pure too,
Innocent brown ants believe in duty and joy,
Crossing so far miles they have arrived just.

Must they will drink nectar of wisdom soon,
Boon of God is there on them to drink this,
Flower is the holy virgin mother for them,
Seeing her affection this world adores her.

In search of nectar brown ants have travelled,
Now they are crawling in lap of mother flower,
As cow licks to calves with due care and love,
By her petals she is licking ants in affection.

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g - 1 - As I Lay Embryo-Like - Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair


The scope went down the food pipe
Lighting its contracting walls
Down to a frothing stomach
Where they scratched out
A piece of suspected tissue
To look at it later at leisure
And ascertain the secrets of its texture.

I lay embryo-like
Folding my hands around my head
In prostration to the might of science
A toy in the hands of bespectacled intelligence
Pouring over me in profound seriousness.

I lay embryo-like
Sedated in primal state
As my entrails curled up
Like earthworms in the sun
To their curious prodding.

Another tube headed up the colon
To pinch a piece
Of an innocent polyp
That swayed its head
Like hyacinth in the wind.
Blood splashed around bright
Painted the flesh Picasso-like.

They would look at the bit later again
Under their scopes
In air-conditioned labs
And nod their heads
In grave silence.
God only knows what that would mean.
Or, who would care?
I could only think embryo-like
Sedated into my primal state.

The tubes scoured me up and down,
They thought they knew me too well now,
To fill their talks at lunch
What each cell, each hole, each bit
Of my pulsating corpus meant.

Yet I lay sedate, unknown to them
Like a sunken sun behind the crimson hill
Radiating into trees, winds and sky
And the last chirps of homing birds,
Housing a universe in my heart.

They thought they knew me too well
As they peered into every cell
For foreboding changes that spelt hell.
Yet, they knew me not
The one who lay sedate
Worlds away from them
Holding the universe in his fondly clasp.

Bri's Note: Chickens "lay" eggs, and in some of them embryos develop (if allowed to) : thus we end up with chicken legs on our plates. But I, bri, would use " As I Lie Embryo-Like..."


AND THE TRANSLATION! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !


g - 2 - ഞാന്‍ ഭ്രൂണം പോലെ കിടന്നപ്പോള്‍ - by Madathil Rajendran Nair

പരിശോധനക്കുഴല്‍
അന്നനാളത്തിലൂടെ ആണ്ടിറങ്ങി
മാംസപേശികളില്‍ വെളിച്ചം തെളിയിച്ച്.
നുരയുന്ന ആമാശയത്തിന്‍ അഗാതതയിലവസാനം
സംശയിക്കപ്പെടേണ്ട കോശസമൂഹം.
അതില്‍നിന്നൊരു തുണ്ടവര്‍ കൊത്തിയെടുത്തു,
സാവകാശം പിന്നീടതിന്‍റെ രഹസ്യം പഠിക്കാന്‍.

ഭ്രൂണം പോലെ ഞാന്‍ കിടന്നു
കൈകള്‍ തലയില്‍ ചുറ്റി,
വൈദ്യശാസ്ത്രത്തിന് സാഷ്ടാംഗം പണിഞ്ഞ്,
എന്‍റെമേല്‍ പെയ്തുനില്‍ക്കും
കണ്ണടവെച്ച ബുദ്ധിശക്തിതന്‍ കയ്യില്‍
വെറും കളിപ്പാട്ടമായ്.

ഭ്രൂണം പോലെ ഞാന്‍ കിടന്നു
അര്‍ദ്ധനിദ്രയില്‍.
എന്‍റെ അന്ത്രങ്ങളവരുടെ
യന്ത്രങ്ങളുടെ തോണ്ടലില്‍ പിടഞ്ഞു.
ചുടുവെയിലില്‍ കിടക്കും
ഞാഞ്ഞൂല്‍ മാലകള്‍ പോലെ.


വേറൊരുകുഴല്‍
വന്‍കുടല്‍ വഴി പൊങ്ങി,
കാറ്റില്‍ തുളസിക്കതിര്‍പോലാടും
ഒരു മാംസപല്ലവത്തിനെ നുള്ളാന്‍.
ശോണം തെറിച്ചു,
മാംസഭിത്തികളിലപ്പോള്‍
ചുവന്ന പിക്കാസോ ചിത്രം തെളിഞ്ഞു.

തണുപ്പുള്ള ഗവേഷണശാലകളില്‍
വീണ്ടും അവരാ മാംസക്കീറിനെ പഠിക്കും,
അതിലൊളിക്കും രഹസ്യങ്ങളറിഞ്ഞ്
ഗൗരവത്തില്‍ തലകുലുക്കും.
ഈശ്വരനറിയാം അതിന്‍റര്‍ത്ഥം!
അല്ലെങ്കില്‍ അതിലെന്തുണ്ടെനിക്ക്?
ഭ്രൂണത്തെപ്പോലെ ചിന്തിക്കുന്ന എനിക്ക്?
അര്‍ദ്ധബോധത്തില്‍ ആദ്യാവസ്ഥയില്‍
ശയിക്കുമെനിക്ക്?

പരിശോധനക്കുഴലുകള്‍
എന്‍റെയുള്ളിലെല്ലാം പരതിനടന്നു.
ഞാനാം മാംസപിണ്ഡത്തിന്‍റെ
ഓരോ കോശങ്ങളും തുളകളും അണുക്കളും
എന്താണ് പറയുന്നതെന്നവര്‍ക്കറിയാം.
അവരെന്നെ നല്ലവണ്ണം മനസിലാക്കിയിരിക്കുന്നു,
ഊണ്‍മേശക്ക് ചുറ്റുമിരുന്നുള്ള
അവരുടെ സംഭാഷണങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് ഭക്ഷണമാക്കാന്‍.

എങ്കിലും, അവരറിയാത്തൊരു ഞാന്‍
അര്‍ദ്ധനിദ്രയിലാണ്ട് കിടന്നു,
ചെമ്പന്‍ കുന്നിനുപിന്നില്‍
അസ്തംഗതനായ സൂര്യനെപ്പോലെ
മരങ്ങള്‍ക്കും കാറ്റിനും ആകാശത്തിനും
കൂടുപൂകും പറവകള്‍തന്‍
അവസാനവിളിക്കും
ചെമ്മാനദീപ്തിയേക ിക്കൊണ്ട്,
ഒരു വിശ്വത്തെമുഴുവന്‍
ഉള്ളിലൊതുക്കിക്കൊണ്ട്.
എന്‍റെ കോശങ്ങള്‍ക്കുള്ളിലൊളിക്കും
വരാനിരിക്കും നരകങ്ങളെക്കണ്ട്
അമ്പരന്നിരിക്കാമവര്‍.
എങ്കി ലും അവരെന്നെ അറിഞ്ഞതേയില്ല.
അര്‍ദ്ധനിദ്രയില്‍ അവരില്‍നിന്നും
വിശ്വങ്ങള്‍ക്കപ്പുറം
മയങ്ങുന ്ന എന്നെ,
ഒരു പ്രപഞ്ചത്തെ മുഴുവന്‍
ഗാഢമായ് പുല്‍കികിടക്കുന്നൊരെന്നെ!


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h - I Wish, I Could Fly - Poem by SWETA LEENA PANDA


My mood again swings
with a wish that if I had wings
I wish I would fly
in the high and high sky
Happy and free in the clouds
Where joy knew no bounds
And make my heart feel happy and gay again
However in my head now I hear a sound
Its time to come out of the dream
That now I'm back into reality
With no clouds around and no wings
Come to this world where you present
Where you come with a little dream
A dream for others
A dream which can make smile many of us
A dream which you have to fulfill
As for humanity
However sometimes I want to free from my life
I wish to joy with myself alone
Where no one can reach
Peace, soundless world are there
I wish I had wings and I could fly



i - Raped At The Time Of Drought - Poem by Tiku akp


She walked like a ghost
In the chilling darkness of winter
Singing to her herself an old lullaby
Her mother had sung years before
She had thorns in her palms
And afraid of squeezing her breasts
To feed her child, a new born as small
As a bird and without a valid name
The wolves have plundered
Her chastity inside the dark shack,
They positioned well to take her full
One by one as if waiting in a file
They made festoons of her dress
Like a wedding was going on
Under the limitless sky her sun is
Lost somewhere near the horizon,
Never to rise, never to lend its warmth.
She is dead.



j - Flight Of Fancy - Poem by renu kakkar


My fate for me had ensured,
Traveler's foot and explorers galore.
I took a fancy to explore new lands,
My spirit soared for newer plans.

Flying I was, with the ocean spread below,
Blue skies and the sun above did glow.
The clouds outside were my partners in flight,
My co-passengers had slept to my delight.

With wings on his shoulders and a wand by his side,
a child like figure appeared outside,
Is he real or is he a dream?
Such thoughts in me started to frame.

The child- like angel told me to step out,
I rubbed my eyes as I had a doubt.
He beckoned again for me to try,
To leave my body and attempt to fly.

I did not know how to and I think he understood,
His hand came through and my hand he took.
Gently leading me out of the window pane,
To my surprise, I stood by the plane.

On the clouds, I glided with ease
Flying with my angel in heavenly bliss.
Soon it started to become dark,
My angel told me its time to depart.

I stood outside the window pane looking in,
All passengers were sleeping and snoring within.
The angel told me to glide back in,
Soon I was again in me looking at him.

Now I go to someone who needs me,
Never forget that this is how to be.
The past has done and gone let it rest,
Live in present to harness a future that's best.

Copyright@2016


Bri's Note: In stanza # 6: "it's", not "its". (a common error)



k - Her Soul Meets Her Mommy - Poem by Hira Akhtar


Alone and shivering
In a numbing, dead night
Deep silence, scaring
Like a monster
Her face looking flushed
with extreme fever
Like a tree,
facing the blazing fire
of cruel Sun
Bursting head,
with severe pain
Like a balloon
overfilled with
distress and misery
'Rain of tears
damping the cheeks, constantly
Wrapped her head,
in a scarf
Crossing arms
holding both shoulders
sitting in a still corner
uttering a few
quivering words
O mommy! !
Where are you?
I feel deserted
since you left
You used to call me
your delightful flower
Breeze in and catch a glimpse
of your withered flower
come and water it vigorously
with your love and affection
O mommy! !
'Take me in your shelter
save me from world's bitterness
your child is being trampled
O mommy! !
For the moment,
Drowsiness overcame her
she propped herself
against a wall
Dreaming, the procession
funeral of a corpse
laying in the casket,
Later, being propelled
towards cemetery
'All at once
A frightful jerk
arouses her
surprised and horrified
trying to know
Which place is this? ?
dark and foggy
filled with redolence
glowing scented woods
'She couldn't hear
Her beating heart
That was left
in her dead body
A spirit, she was
Soon, a sound echoes
Its purgatory daughter
The place where souls meet
Sparkles and gleams
appear in the dark
Mommy! ! she speaks blithely
Yess honey, come to me! !
Mommy spirit says devotedly
spreading her arms,
There both souls meet
Daughter to mommy
Mommy to daughter
Together forever and ever..

Poet's Notes about The Poem
Actually my mam told that souls meet in purgatory (Alam-e-Barzakh) , So i wrote a poem on it because i desire much to meet my mommy...

Bri's Notes: I believe there are a few typos: 'dampening", not "damping" (two different words) : "lying", not "laying" (common error) : I think "it's" not "its" purgatory i think "Yess" is intentional. I think this is a fantastic poem! !:)



l - Legal Dissolution Of A Marriage - Poem by Madhabi Banerjee


It was a complicated matrimonial case
They had arranged a divorce suit
Father and mother had decided to live separately.
To win the divorce case the lawyers of both side
Were tried their best.
Father said "whatever may be, I would have to win,
Over all I am a man indeed."
Mother said "Defeat! No way,
Society time and days are changing now.
It is the time for woman liberation".
A child of ten years old was strolling hither to thither.
They had no headache to the child's concern.
As this child was the root of all discord.
For him divorce case had become complicated
And both the father and mother had to face hard troubles and sufferings.
But
If they can abandon their ego a little bit each other
They won't have any trouble to take.

Bri's Notes: lines 4-5: i'm not sure about the wording here.


m -1 - First Sale Of The Day / बोहनी (Bi-Lingual)- Poem by Rajnish Manga


हर व्यापारी, कारोबारी
रेहड़ी वाला और कबाड़ी
रिक्शेवाला या मनियारी
छोटा बड़ा या हल्का भारी
सबको इंतज़ार होता बोहनी का
सुबह की पहली बिक्री का
मेहनत की प्रथम कमाई का
जो गाहक बोहनी करवाये
उसमें भगवान नज़र आये
बोहनी को माथे से छू कर
ईश्वर को परम धन्यवाद देना
शुरुआत दिहाड़ी की करना
यह मेरे वतन की छोटी सी
पर बड़ी पुरानी रीति है.

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m - 2- First Sale of the Day - Poem by Rajnish Manga

Each businessman or trader
Hawker or Kabari (junk dealer)
Rickshaw Puller or Bangle seller
Small, medium or tiny, big
They all wait for the first sale
Very First Sale of the Day
First Rupee honestly earned
Whoever is the first customer
He is always seen as God sent
First earning becomes a blessing
And is raised to the forehead
As a mark of Thankfulness supreme
Thus begins the daily work
This has been a practice small
Yet an age-old convention for all.

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This ends the November 2018 Showcase of Poems by PH (usually)Poets! I hope the final product looks as good after I copy & paste it into a "Submit a new poem" page.

THANKS TO ALL 'CONTRIBUTORS'. I sent poem comments to each one telling them i intended to steal....I MEAN borrow....their poems for this event. None sent me an objection.

Please feel free to comment on the showcase as a whole, or go to individual poet's pages to read their poem(s)and comment.

See some of you in December, I hope! If I'm not in jail, blind, or too busy eating to make up December's showcase, I'll be here.

bri edwards aka Brian Edward Whitaker (in the 'real world') .

bri :)

October, , ,20th.....2018