Glopowrimo prompt 7 I call you by my name

Glopowrimo prompt 7
I call you by my name

Sleeping with me on this floor
Are two huddled shapes
Goodly bundles of soft flesh
They're like somnolent angels
My tiny fledging sons.

One lifts his little flute like nose
To draw in life breath
I trace his lips, blossoming bliss

The other dreams tranquil butterfly dreams
In Quixotic lands
Caterpillar days of
Oblivion.

He scrunched his tulip nose
Into my tweaking fingers
His cupid bow curving into
Lop sided grin
His eyes wet moons
With visions unseen
I melted,
Liquid laughter within.
 

My very innards are skin tight
Drums
Stretched by a strange love
And my eyes are canvases
Upon which you paint
Fresh horizons.

And my ears?

They don't hear the outside world
Anymore
Pulsating to your
Adamantine heart beats.

I call you by my name
Which will go on
When these senses, mine eyes
My ears, my touch and taste,
My fragrance haunted brain,
My flesh and blood and breath
Are gone.

You're the voice
Of my silenced memoirs
Whistling, whispering
Roving in the sweet winds
Of future.

Sons...
I call you
By my name.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018

Didu

Two beds against two walls
Two green walls facing each other
And covered with photos framed
Of kids who had grown and fled the coop
Some pictures of their beloved dead

I am three years old jumping on and off one bed
I watch my parents enter solemn
Through the front door.
Their eyes soulful red rimmed
Downcast head
In their hands
Yet another photo
To hang on the green wall today.

She is so gorgeous
Eyes brilliant smile like revelation
I admire the heavy garlands around her neck
And vaguely recall
This black and white visage
Used to walk around these rooms
Silver haired sepia skinned
Jet eyed ageless maid.

Around these green walled
Little rooms
Where my grandmother stayed.
Her mother-in-law who once lived
Now looks down
Tender delicate benediction
Frozen in eternal motion
Above our heads.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018

Glopowrimo Prompt 6 Betrayal

Glopowrimo
Prompt 6 Betrayal

Vulnerable to such fabulous feelings
Are we
Who call ourselves human.

A mere flicker of eyelashes
Betray us.

Our beloved reads erasure
In our eyes
Before it happens.

The hurt remains.

And the hurt is recorded.

We both lock it up
In tight treasure chests
Hiding from ourselves.

Forgetting
Those who are hurt
Hurt others.

Those who are betrayed
Carry the silver coinage of
Shame
Pay it forward.

I have faced countless betrayals
Now I am Judas.

I hang from the Magnolia tree
Nightly.
Brightly.

A scarecrow
An effigy
Of my pain.

It wrecks my features
My eyes are swollen horrific
Magnified ebony marbles
Lava streaked irises.

I look like a grudge
Waiting to strengthen
Waiting in silence
For malignant ripening

Streaming out of control
Flooding the course of
Our repugnant ways.

The chest still hurts
The pus is self destructive.
Love cannot accommodate
Betrayal.
Unless it forgives
And accepts.

Perhaps one needs to be
Betrayed
To learn to redeem
One's best.

The wine ferments
And tastes bitter.

The wine ferments
And tastes better.

These days
I think I could learn
To bear betrayal
Like Radha
Grace in solitude
Till the end of
My days.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018

Glopowrimo Prompt #4 This isn't a poem

Prompt #4 This isn't a poem

This isn't a poem
This is a hammer stroke
Chiseling void
Beating my space
Smooth against unruly time.

This is nature versus nurture
This is an aneurysm
Bleeding out my future
This is anything but
Lines that chime
To elegant rhymes

This is discord
Disconnect
Discomfort.
This is deep vein thrombosis
That numbs arterial rain.

This isn't...
Self expression.
This is Discovery
Retrieval and
Perhaps rescue.

Perhaps they know.
The Gods that be
This isn't 
A statement of purpose
Or intent.
This is Morse code
SOS
Set in a dream.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018

Glopowrimo Prompt 5 When love became a four letter word

Glopowrimo
Prompt 5 When love became a four letter word

Looking at the moon
Golden goddess half veiled
In speckled black veil
Bridal brilliance enshrouded
Black crepe widowing her
In envelopes of shame.

Shameful this night
When truth wants to hide
In hideous black hole clouds
When the head is a shotglass
Of fire and brimstone
Scorching the barren ground.

Bizarre these lies
That ends the great adventure
Of Trust and transcendence.
The barking dogs palpate the night
The endless howls of
The end of love.

Betrayal and deceptions dissolved
In salty rims runout
Of excuses
Turning and tossing
Can't unmake this bed
Of blood gorged nails.

Dark alley grave land
Liquefying the landscape
Embedding entombing
Cerebral cemetery's bedroom.

These are semi detached nights
Rapacious rooms
Of split level gloom

Gradually spiralling down
Unthreading the weary loom
Of intercoursed lives
An exponential entropic doom
Right from the start point
Of no return...
Nowhere else to go
When Love became
A four letter word.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018

Glopowrimo Prompt 1 Ghazal where the birds have gone

Glopowrimo
Prompt 1 Ghazal
Where the birds have gone

My mother, born in village hut one Monday morn
Whilst grandpa toiled in fields, baled hay that morn

Fair of face, full of Selena's luminous grace
They named her "Moon", she brightened their day that morn.

By lush fields or village well she amidst nature dwelt
Amongst birds, bees and trees, a wild fairy day those morns

Happy her life, at sixteen upset by fate
The young man she'd wed came, to take her away that morn.

To city lights, high towers, narrow terraces condemned
Mother sighed, "where the birds have gone? Pray stay this morn."

And I, Amrita, the daughter she'd named from a charming book
Wept, "like you, Mother, the birds have gone their way this morn."

(c) Amrita Valan 2018.

Glopowrimo Prompt 3 Blindness

Glopowrimo
Prompt 3 Blindness

(Sorry to do in wrong order. Trying to catch up.)

Suddenly she lost her sight at five
Her world turned to pitch black overnight
From God's vivid palette of colours bright
She was denied.
Forever black with no Greys or white.

The little girl was far too small to think
To ponder her loss, she could only wink and blink
Back tears of silent muted fright
Her inner landscape populated with
Silvery ghosts of light.

Every once in a while through fogs
Of Sepia dream
Muted colours in horror screamed
Bleeding a story of blue vivid skies
A golden sun and moon, a chorus of stars
Who knows who cares
If she thought they were wanton lies
And not the memories of bygone days
And not the trailer of promises unkept

Then came a sad day
Then came a safe day
When finally she forgot
And quiet and childlike
Accepted her lot.

The Gods cried then
Silvery star lit dew
Their own eyes blinded
By the ethereal hue
Fate is a fantastic fount
Of faith
The girl grew up and grew wings
Of wonder and flew out through
The gates
Of the dark walled garden into
A pool of light
Knowledge, hard work, courage
Made her persevere
Till through sightless eyes
She could see all right.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018