Apr 5, 2016 NaPoWriMo, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt for April 1st: Colorful
Colored Me
©April 5th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Color your world blue
Blue ice, blue eyes,
Blue mood, blue skies.
Color my world brown
Brown skin, brown hair
Brown earth, brown stare.
Color their world green
Green trees, green grass
Green youth, green lass.
Color our world red
Red blood, red flowers
Red hearts, red scars
Color our space gold
Gold sun, gold dunes,
A golden noon
Color my world black.
Black eyes, black skin
Back where you’ve been.
Hold my blue,
I’ll follow you.
Hold my brown
I shall not frown
Hold my green
(Of youth, I mean)
Hold my red,
I’ll not be led.
Hold my gold
To make you bold.
Hold my black,
Don’t hold me back.
Hold me thus
In all my modes;
In all my sorrow –
The dread it bodes.
In all my joy,
The boundaries break;
In all my peace,
It’s love I make.
In all my art
Live songs I sing
In all my worlds,
I rise on wings.
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Submitting this simultaneously to The Daily Post, and to NaPoWriMo
Tags: #Colorful, #Colors, #DailyPrompt, #ModesandMoods, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #TheDailyPost
Apr 4, 2016 Original Poetry, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Contrast
The Container and the Thing Contained – A Study in Contrasts
Yin and Yang
Feminine and Masculine
Night and stars
Water and earth
Chanting and Declaiming
Space and Starlight
Womb and Sperm
Creator and Creation
Love and Love.
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Apr 2, 2016 Original Poetry, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt for March 30th, 2016: Voice
Your Voice
©April 2nd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
It is your voice that spells out
Home and shelter, and love,
And quiet certainty.
A conduit of beauty and song,
A channel of kindness, your voice
Allows things to flow.
I shall carry your voice
Like a cup of clear water
In the desert, when the desert comes,
Or a glowing flame in the night,
When darkness descends.
I shall hold it near my ear,
To hear better
Cup it near my eyes,
To see better
Pour it into a palm, and
Drink deep of its assurance.
I have need of it.
Thank you.
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Original Poetry by Vijaya Sundaram, #TheDailyPost
Mar 29, 2016 Original Poetry, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Frivolous
Frivolous Gravity
© March 29th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Frivolous I might be, but I
Revel in, delight in your
Ibsenian seriousness.
Veer here, the world’s
On a collision course with hell, so
Lone traveller, may I join you
One day, soon, now? (I like your mien!)
Ultimate wisdom is fun, but
Sunlight beckons. Shed gravity, dance!
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Tags: #DailyPrompt, #Frivolous, #TheDailyPost
Mar 27, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Edge
Pebble Games
©March 27th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
She has an edge
They say,
He has an edge
They nudge each other
We need to smooth them down
They nod
Take all the sharpness out!
Round out the corners!
Make them smooth as a pebble,
Made small from rock!
Now, we can play with them
Pebble games!
Hold them in your palms.
Slap four down, toss one up.
Catch!
So smooth!
No cuts.
No cutting edge!
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Edge, #Original Poetry, #TheDailyPost
Mar 27, 2016 Original Poetry, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Footsteps
Footstepping Stone
©March27th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I step on sand, and my footsteps fade.
I step on water; waves drift away.
I step on air; winds catch my feet
I step on clouds; rain drenches me.
My footsteps lead to strange new spots
I step on rocks, leap over streams
I slip on grass, and keep close watch
For snakes, and sudden ice, unseen.
I follow others, drift from them,
Step on their boot-tracks, turn to go left
Then turn around, head back to the right,
Then walk on down the road not seen.
I wish that I wouldn’t have to roam,
I wish that I didn’t walk alone, with
No thoughts to think, no angst to own,
No dreams to seek on the way back home.
For it’s not easy, and yet things are!
(It’s just more work for my brain and me!)
And a road not seen can always be
A road that can take our footsteps far.
And footsteps light on a road of stone
Will ring like a gong and sing of flight
And freedom’s song will ease the night
Till all my flesh falls off my bones.
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*Written at 2:34 a.m. Please excuse me if it makes no sense. 🙂
Tags: #DailyPrompt, #Footsteps, #Original Poem, #TheDailyPost
Mar 26, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Fearless
Fear Less
© March 26th, 2016
By Viajaya Sundaram
Everything contains dust
Everything cradles fear.
Everything contains death.
When these arrive,
I shall discard the dust
Of my self.
I shall become particles of air,
I shall become one with the stars.
From the stars I came,
To the stars I shall return
On rising spirals of song,
Leaving only dust behind –
Fear only the dust!
Fear the dust, for it infects all
Keeps us earth-bound,
Dreams small dreams,
Quails before power.
Fear the dust, for here
Danger and anger live.
And when dust pierces
Through every cold atom
Through every singing cell
Through every forgetting fold
Every warm space within
Like a dull knife, I shall
Let the fear bleed
Out, and close
The wound after.
For many things bend
Before absolute fear
Save the skeptic.
Yet, all things point to death,
So what is there to fear?
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Tags: #Fear Less, #Fearless, #Original Poetry, #The Daily Prompt, #TheDailyPost
Mar 24, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Help
Help Taken and Help Given
©March 25th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Help may be asked, and you may give it, but don’t expect thanks.
You may need help, and someone gives it, but do not forget.
It takes true freedom for people to thank you for helping them. Everyone things he or she is beholden to no one. And it takes true freedom for you to thank those who’ve helped you. In both cases, pride gets in the way. Shame gets in the way, as well.
Think before you offer help. What do you truly want out of it?
Think before you take help. Will you truly acknowledge it without fear of being thought weak or helpless?
Discard pride. Discard shame. Simply admitting you need help is a sign of strength.
Everything, including this realization, comes in its own time, and dawns on us when we are ready to acknowledge it:
All help given and all help taken connects us, one to the other, vast strands of life holding onto a tenuous, unseen rope-ladder of evolving goodness.
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Tags: #Acknowledging help, #Daily Prompt, #Help, #Thanking someone
Mar 24, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt for March 23rd, 2016: Nerve
Neural Impulse, or: Echolocations
©March 24th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
So many nerves, so many branches
Striving towards the others.
Even here, in this
Deepest, densest, convoluted
Folded forest beset with confusion,
Weary travellers cross
Vast distances with urgency
To touch another kindred cell.
So, too, we.
With our pixellated selves,
Our stories and songs,
Our responses, our feelings,
Our spilling of secrets
Into the ether, winging our
Solitary way into the vast night,
Hoping that another secret
Traveller will hear our
Echolocation.
Synaptic songs
Signalled stories
Nerve endings.
All here.
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Tags: #Communication, #Daily Prompt, #Nerve, #Travellers
Mar 22, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Price
At What Cost?
©March 22nd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Want to fit in? Cut your own cloth Then, pay for it.
Want to make change? Fork over the dollar.
Follow the boss. Look to him. He’ll kindly, so kindly, let you know the changes you’re allowed to make.
Want to love and be loved? Give up part of your soul.
Want to not love and be loved? Implode upon your own core.
Want to gain the world?
At what profit?
Here’s a soul for sale.
Mephistopheles awaits.
For whatever you choose,
Know this: There’s a price you pay.
The price of admission.
The price of acceptance.
The price for power.
The price for fame.
There’s a price for love,
A price for hatred
A price for freedom,
A price for bondage.
A price for belief,
A price for non-belief.
A price for attachment,
A price for detachment.
A price for knowledge.
A price for ignorance.
A price for comfort,
A price for austerity.
A price for wealth.
A price for poverty.
A price for beauty.
A price for plainness.
A price for brilliance.
A price for stupidity.
No matter what you choose, you pay a price.
The question faces you:
How great a price will you pay for that which you cannot do without?
And what is that?
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Tags: #Price, #What doth it profit ...?