Mar 15, 2016 Senryu, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Drop
Photo-Credit ©2015, Vijaya Sundaram
Drop-Ocean
©March 15th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I am but a drop
And I yearn with aching heart
For the deep ocean
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Drop, #Metaphysical, #Original Poetry
Mar 14, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Incomplete
Complete and Incomplete
©March 14th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
What would you say if I
Took your life and mine
And wove both into a
Tapestry that told a tale
Of two people long ago
Who completed each other
But were complete before
They met each other,
And yet, more so,
After?
Would you say,
That does not make sense
But here, here’s my life.
Take it, weave it, and tell the tale
Of how we were incomplete
Like how the earth and sky
Are incomplete, one without
The other.
Tell the tale of how there was
Hydrogen and oxygen, and
Then there was water.
All are complete in themselves,
But water, more sustaining than the
Sum of its parts.
No matter. Here we are,
Atoms and molecules
In eternal dance, held
By tight invisible bands
Flowing freely, loosely
Together, yet, shaping
Themselves to whatever
Container they fill.
And all this,
A tale told in a tapestry
That someone will
Find one day, perhaps,
Or, which will dissolve
In time, and re-unite
With air and sun
And water.
Completeness and incompleteness
Are only part of a long, long dance
And we’ll never see it to its end,
For we’ll be long gone.
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Incomplete, #Original Poetry
Mar 9, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Contrast
Sun in a Universe Blacker than Night
©March 9th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
The night presses so blackly
Against my cold window-pane,
That the absurd orange of
Fake cloth flowers holds it back.
Night staggers away, singing –
A drunk in delirium.
I am not fazed. I sit and
Sing my song to solitude.
All around me press the ghosts
Of those past, and those to come.
I greet them and leave them be.
I have work to do right now.
Faraway ambulance wails.
Who goes where at 2:00 a.m.?
– Life so tenuous, like glass
Blown by a drunken artist!
I sit here calmly, knowing
As sure as the sun will rise
That I shall live, and live long.
This is not dumb arrogance.
Somewhere, dawn breaks over hills
Here, though, I fight the night with
Borrowed light, and invite sleep,
Comfort and warmth in silence.
Such foolishness to presume
That such things will always exist!
And yet, what do I gain by
Speculating on disaster?
Somewhere, people fight and die
Somewhere, people starve and die
Somewhere else, women give birth
Till the fields, harvest the wheat.
And it hurts me, every day –
The wounds of all who live, and
The terrors of all who die.
Still, I dream, and sing my song.
And the earth keeps spinning on,
Blue marble seeking her boy.
Her Sun keeping watch in a
Universe blacker than night.
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Original Poetry, Comfort and Solitude, Life and Death, Speculating, Sun and Space
Mar 9, 2016 Original Poetry, Tanka, The Daily Post
In response to Secret from The Daily Prompt
Secret Season – Tanka #2
©March 9th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Bees buzz in sunshine
The Season of Secrets comes;
Blossoms everywhere!
See your child unfurl her wings;
Wonder at her secret smile.
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Secret