Poems
Phases: A Collection of Poetry
A phase is defined as any stage in a series of events or a process of development; while we all go through different phases in life, at times we either forget to notice or simply become fearful of transitions, inadvertently being ignorant about the fact that this phenomenon is universal. In this short poetry collection, the blogger has attempted to capture this subtle yet powerful phenomenon – phases that are observable in every journey undertaken.
Here are three more poems from this collection –
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[Source- Pixabay]
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The Child
Running to catch her friends,
Spirited till the day ends,
Happy seeing things just as they are,
Yay, the tuck shop’s not that far;
Folded paper boats and paper planes
Resting in the bag after ruling the lanes;
Little joys and big victories,
Defeats, bad score and sad faces,
The child knows life only too well,
The child lives life only too well.
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Alas! Childhood is but a phase, golden,
Precious, sublime, magical and fun,
Closer to the truth, the reality,
A sweetened blissful individuality.
[Source – Pixabay]
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The Feminine
Femininity and infinity, two soul sisters,
One departed to build the worlds,
The other, to build the universe,
Through waves in the space
They saw the birth and death of their creations,
Jostling joyfully the drama to expand further,
One becomes the seed of sentient life,
The other, creator of spinning galaxies.
Inexplicable at times, they shone
In red, blue, yellow and its many tones.
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Femininity –infinity’s one good phase – usurps
The Time, for the time being
As the secret mystical message lurks,
Invisible, for now, to the living.
[Source – Pixabay]
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The God
Placing the pyramids perfectly still,
Turning the holy text holy,
The will to power or power to will,
The rise of God could not be a folly.
Mythology – a social construct, a tool, a goal
To make this lonely planet a home,
But that this God could launch a missile
And break the back of the buried poor
And let the child die a brutal death
Who failed to understand the ties of wealth…
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This God could be a phase that may disappear
Or grow bigger and bigger and bigger,
Finally engulfing stars, galaxies and all…
Letting some rise, letting some fall.
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