BBB x World Poetry Day
March 21st was World Poetry Day and what, with one thing and another, we completely forgot about it. But better late than never, right? So, to tickle our creative sensibilities during this time of quarantining/ social-distancing & also because yesterday was World Poetry Day, we decided to have a little poetry submission thing going! And you people submitted such lovely poems :)
In no particular order, here are all the submissions -
I Love My Tenant by Sharon Philip
I was mending my heart, chamber by chamber, After he completely destroyed it the last time. And one day, you swooped in, Set up a pillow, cushions, and a blanket, Made yourself comfortable and even snored while sleeping cozily within its warmth. And you refused to leave, Now owning the place.
Observations of the natural world By Rahul Kondi
A night comes creepin' When it finds our dreams sleepin' To turns the lights in
Poem by Reema D’Souza
Born out of the depths of emotions, Often the ones that no one wants to hear about, Sometimes I bring about a smile, But often a part of me is smudged with tears. I may soon be lost and forgotten, Or be cherished carefully among treasures! I may be torn as soon as I am complete, But what hurts me more, Is when I am broken down, Word by word. For often you only need to feel, What all the those words say, For I am a poem, Born out of the depths of emotions, Not made complete by words, But by feelings.
Aspire by John Raju
Aspire……. To see a light where others see none To fight battles that can’t be won To walk when others are relentlessly on the run To speak the truth, even if you’re the only one Aspire……. To find the fragrance of strength amidst the ruins of despair To mend things that seem beyond repair To focus on finesse rather than flair To seek goodness in everything, however rare Aspire……. To laugh at your misfortune, smile through pain To melt in the sun, drown in the rain To do what’s right, without the promise of gain To remain the same, time’s gift be boon or bane Aspire……. To stand firm for what you know is right, To relent in grace if you were wrong to fight, To possess dreams that keep you awake at night To make the mind the source of your might Aspire……. To treat a loss as you would treat a win To be comfortable in your own skin To trust yourself and not a planet’s spin To adopt perseverance as your identical twin
Moment/Time by Tamanna
If it's not to much to ask Can we just stay in this moment and bask? Bask in the blues Of all our don'ts and dos Of what may come and what may go This moment right now, will always stay through.
Today by Sameer
Today I sit under the starry sky Trying to search for the moon Hidden in the clouds Today I riffle through old LPs Trying to search for a song Hidden in my mind Today I wade through dense traffic Trying to search for a road Hidden in the city Today I look at your eyes Trying to search for love Hidden in the tears
Melancholy by Sandeep Ojha
I cry, it moistens my heart; I feel, it becomes my part; Flowing incessant shallow tears, they stay with me as scary smears; Deafening Screech deep inside, All Nightmares, none to hide; with a Short smile on my lip and a barren face of mice I think of Dante's Fate Fall to hell, then rise to see paradise; Melancholy crouches into me, raising all grouches in me; Beaming happiness please stay by my side, as Melancholy is walking side by side.
Born in Silence by Bhuvana Meenakshi
I’m still inside the shell, When will I come out to make a dwell? My passion is not too far, But to discover it is beyond par. My dreams are not volatile, For my deserted life will flourish fertile. No humiliations will slow me down, With my eyes straight and heads up, I will reap for what I sown. Under the moonlight I always think, “Why am I a woman?” and I blink. “Barbie movies” are my all-time favourites, Although they are much of illusion; This plastic toy teaches me a lot of feminine etiquettes, The adventures and messages are a perfect fusion. I wish to propel the rocket of ‘Feminism’, Oh, my dear peers! Please value a woman’s ‘Excellism’. I salute the women, who strive for the nation’s pride, For ‘She’ is not considered to be just a bride.
Ghosts by Sudharsan
"In the solitude of everyday, With a room full of toys, The kid relishes each moment, Until the wooden horse falls sick. Feeding off the last ounce of courage, Shouting out in dots and dashes, No help arrives, And the wooden horse grins back. #Ghosts"
The Final Lesson by Arjun Iyer
Through the pomp and glory of the day, you will remain a child no more, You will inherit the rule of the lands, the horizons, and the shores. They will look upon in wonder, they will look upon in fear, They will look upon with greed. The color of your Purple, so dear. They will bow to you in allegiance, they will bow to right a wrong, But amidst the supplicant gestures, do not forget the throng. Through the pomp and glory of the day, you will remain a pupil no more, You are to be their ruler, their sovereign, a figure of lore. The scales of history are delicate, and the burden of leadership great, ‘Tis your duty to balance them, and to do it with skill and grace. Through the pomp and glory of the day, you will remain content no more, You will inherit the hunger of your people. What you give, they’ll ask for more. Hear now your final lesson, remember it well your Grace. For I take leave of this realm. She calls me to her embrace. Through the pomp and glory of the day, you will be their hope forevermore, Troubles can die on the edge of your Blade. But first, let your Quill soar.
Quarantine Days by Bindu Madhav
"On A Quiet Sunday world is a castaway Birds chirping around as if humanity is buried underground An old man afar his gaze stuck on a star A baby stopped crying seeing the birds flying A family is looking at an album curbing the boredom A mom is looking at her trophy when her man yelled for coffee Here i am enjoying this Tarunam flipping through the pages of ""Midhunam"" "
Scribble in Transit by Amit Charles
"the lining at the bottom of a birdcage, beneath the leg of a wobbly table, concealing a pack of sanitary pads, a rolled-up cone to contain roasted peanuts, a paper boat sunk, lying in the abyss of a rain water drain, a paper airplane stuck atop the tiled roof, on the barber's table with shaved off foam, a rolled up, double for a swab, to clear the wax off the ears, a splinter to light a garbage pile; well, amongst any of the aforementioned you find this scribble; let's just say it has served its purpose. if not, then this is where it begins. -scribbler"
Pen-dulum in Transit by Sreekumar M
"Silently I positioned my pen at the last letter of this sentence. A full stop. Everything has stopped there, but my thoughts have run over them onto the next one. I closed my eyes. These letters are my thoughts now. Uncalibrated, in an un-thought-of handwriting with weak smudges; quarantined fears and cornered timelines. I open my eyes. Silently I pushed my pen from the last letter of this sentence. A long hyphen ---- but.."
Found In Pages by Umesh Rao N
"From dull reality I silently step aside To please myself with a surreal ride Undressing the burden of prejudice Diving aloft into the pool of bliss Shattering all the shackles of space-time Intoxicating words with thoughts to rhyme Pages pouring out elixirs of pleasure Healing wisdom beyond any measure Messages preserved by immortal greats Relishing minds with immaculate tastes Kindling fantasies of self discovery Triggering journeys of recovery A reflection deliciously transformed A seeking shadow divinely reformed "
Books by Jeffy Jaison
"What if all the words vanish and All books draw to blank papers? Should we bury them under the trees and Build immaculate shrines of yesteryears wisdom We can draw new constellations Change our futures, starting with one wishing star at a time We shall write new rules and be watchful of tyrants Discover the new brave world and .... "
Unrequited Love by Dishari
"YOU It was you who held out your hand, With the untold promise of a better day, Something that she had stopped hoping, Life had never really gone her way. The walls around her had grown, To keep away the sticks and stones And the unkempt vines of those broken words Had left her with only shattered bones. You were a meteor in her night sky, The one she was afraid to wish upon Seemed fate was answering those ignored prayers, You walked into her life like a new dawn. Leaving her midway while she crossed the bridge, Trust was too big, for she had been broken before Reaching out again with trembling hands, Your touch seemed to heal her from the core. Approval was never something she hoped, They had stopped bothering her long before, A companion to walk along the lonely road, To care about and share the joys and sorrows. You showed her how bright the colours could be, And saw the glint in her sparkling eyes, And when her smile finally stopped being broken You decided it was time to chase another prize. Her demons had not really vanished, But now they have stopped bothering you, Instead finding release in her tear ridden pillows, They came back destroying everything she ever knew. All that remained was the wishful almost, With the troubling thought of being forgotten from up above, Nestled in every moment of her being, In the mayhem of her everyday life, memories of unrequited love !"
Lockdown Wishlist by Nishant
"Corona lockdown daily wishlist sunset photo from a rooftop audio recording of water flowing in a stream scent of chicory from freshly brewed filter coffee voice notes from Italy saying ""I'm fine"" snaps from corners of a home books with notes scribbled in the margin sticky notes with a daily doodle photos of a glowing reading lamp Spotify playlist of happy memories texts from long lost friends asking, ""Are you fine?"" Zoom calls with friends from other countries late-night catchup in dimly lit streets new recipes to try every day new utensils delivered online finding unread notes in envelopes that were seldom opened working remotely while having friends muted on a video call nostalgic YouTube songs from artists who were never famous 'enough' Instagram messages from followers who've never texted pauses between WFH calls ticket stubs from trips taken long ago boarding passes of overnight flights printed photos of college days a pinch of nostalgia a diary to make more lists a Google Sheet to make more plans a glass full of detox juice a hug assuring ""We'll live through this together"""
A date with hate: by Chaitanya Alavandi
I once had a date with hate, Oh! It was no fate that led me there, It was none but me who knocked hate’s gate, After all, I wanted someone to save me. I once had a date with hate, It also came with the pleasure of self loathing, This for sure felt like I was evolving, But all that happened was I became demeaning On this date with hate, We pointed fingers at all, After all, the world wanted to see me crawl, Gnawing at me, staring at me, waiting to set me ablaze Hate is all I thought I had known, Discounting love, the nurturing the world had shown, Blinded by the masks of plays that I had worn, Not knowing what's like me and what's a borrowed personality As my date with hate came to close, My level of awareness rose, The world I graded when I felt unaided, Saved me, Unbraided me from my notions.
Steel by Preeti Sharma
"The Steel clangs, Its echoes chase the mind deeper into the maze of thoughts, right or wrong it holds onto/unknowing for a footing in a world turned upside down, The Steel clangs. Its echoes pull apart the ground where we stand. I remain here in fear and disbelief when faith holds you close in a distant land."
COVID by Julie
"Incubate of hidden glass Socialise thing of past One life is to save Locked of safe to obey Act we must hear no grave Two meters to be brave End of nigh or isolate"
Isle of Lost Smiles by Naga Teja
Once upon a time there was an isle of lost smiles. Since the last smile, it was a while. It was probably a painting, a poem or a morning light. Or was it the mother's grace or a lover's embrace. But first there was a tear and then there was the smile. And then, the isle of lost smiles was lost to
Now, poetry is a very, very subjective form of art and as such I did not think it fair to deem one or three to be better than the rest. I thank you all for your submissions and as far as BBB is concerned, you’re all winners :) But I do have only three prizes to give away and have therefore used an objective randomizer to pick the three winners from this well-deserving pool of entries :)
PS - This was the first such event BBB’s conducted and I thank you all for making it an awesome success :)