A light in the darkness

 This poem is inspired by Mary Oliver's poem " The Summer Day ." I have borrowed 1, 4, 11, 16-19 Who made the world? With different skin and structure living together in this cosmic aperture fulfilling their own called ventures; amidst them all I found one such friend—the grasshopper. This grasshopper, I mean— one with a green coat, long green hopping appendages and bright bulging globe with compounded lens covering wider panes; often seen taking leaps from one green blade to another. Donned in humbleness it approached with folded limbs offering a prayer wish. So, please don't question what is it searching for among the green blades or basking on a green. Sometimes daydreaming and wandering in thoughts might seem waste of time and a useless deed for a fast-paced world of ours. Don't be blinded by these standards which are nowhere universal; for every individual is unique with unreplicable idiosyncrasy that leads them into their generativity. Now, once I know this ...

I was stuck in the middle of another poem and could not think much, so I shifted to this poem. This poem is inspired by Robert Frost's poem " Fire and Ice ." I have borrowed a few words from lines 3 and 5 of the original poem.  Fear of fire, flare like a wildfire where the world will end in flames without having been tasted my desire  I could feel the pain of perishing twice; putting me on wheels to seek  something that cools and preserves like the ice world curled in ivory while their stick-to-itiveness is as sharp as knife piercing every depth for freezing point  has no limit.  ©water2025 31.10.2025. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

 This post is inspired by Rumi's poem " Let go of your worries ." I have borrowed a few of the words from the poem. O you leech of worries clear off the space you perched on and sucked the executive functions it is ordained on. It's high time now O you son of man, pour on your salt of faith draining off the moistures  leach of worries were clothed behold yourself,  O son of man and  know when the leech of worries sticks, transforming the molecular structure of cognition backsliding on a path you never wished to walk Lick of leech or the like of your insight switch the discerning key lies in your soul. Are you able to hear its call? Not a shout not so clamorous but a soft whisper like that of a casper If ghosts could have a voice its noise would be of choice, because it's going to bring something the world couldn't sing because between worry and peace is this single difference: worry is natural, while peace is supernatural. ©water2025 6.11.2025 This post is a p...

  I feel this poem deserves a presence in my blood. This poem is inspired by Rabindranath Tagore's poem " Where the mind is without fear. " I have borrowed  A mind without fear flaps its wings in gear until it fills the air where knowledge is free fare. A mind without fear is the world  that hasn't been broken up  into fragile fragments by the narrow domestic walls It is the world of words bubbling from the ocean of truth Where tireless striving sculpts the humanoid of perfection whose reflection is the clear stream of reason  which hasn't lost its vision in the dreary desert sand of dead habit rather, it's the place where the mind is led forward by thee into an ever-widening thought  incubating into materializing action O how I long to see  my students reach this niche where heaven of freedom is no miss but a grounded bliss O how I desire to witness my family and friends carve this ambry where fear flees forever as certitude holds clever. ©water2025 7...

This poem is inspired by the poem " A Fallen Leaf " by Ella Wheeler Wilcox . I have not heard the name of this poet before.  A trusting little leaf of green, hardly thought to be seen as an essential gene only to discover its  life-sustaining power when a flaunting patch of vivid red, engulfed its circulating bed interrupting the food it fed for now it dread of the dissolving hookup as life flew up—high up.  ©water 26.10.2025. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

This poem and the next poem are inspired by similar concepts, but the conceptualization of the poem is different, which made me choose both the poems to compose my own. This poem is inspired by the poem " The Falling Leaves " by Margaret Postgate Cole. I have borrowed the first and last lines of this poem from the above poem. I love positivity over hard times so I was trying to see this poem as an inspiration to fight for our dreams and make it happen, refusing to fall like snowflakes on the Flemish clay (refusing to give up on your dreams.) Today, as I rode by, I saw my path full, carpeted with musical wool; whistling the melody so cool; oh! How I love it without rule 'cause its engaging muzak succors my elegant cogitation; taking me off on a wonderful sail to my dreamland, now no more frail; brimming with the holy grail of my life; Pfft! Refusing to subjugate Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

The words of the poem " I wandered lonely as a cloud " by William Wordsworth give me much positivity for the day. I want to radiate that positivity to my readers through this creation of mine. The first line of each stanza is borrowed from the above poem as an inspiration for thinking. This poem took me maximum time to organize my thoughts to create the best flow of thoughts.  I wandered lonely as a cloud on a voyage to an undestined ground drenched in my thoughts profound; when suddenly in front of my globe came something so sound. Continuous as the stars that shine on the heavenly ebony canvas line telling us the hour of the nighttime pulling the blanket of the relaxing slumber  or the changing seasons, prime. The waves beside them danced, but they were even more advanced wearing colorful frocks of Rosetta sprinkling the spell of Tinker Bell that occupies everyone's musing For oft, when on my couch I lie and the jim-jams of the day cry making my mind's eyes fry; its...

This poem is inspired by the poem " No Man is an Island " by John Donne. I am happy with the first part of the theme of the poem, but at this moment I am not interested in touching the topic that the poet delved into in the latter half of the poem. I have borrowed the first line of each stanza from the poem, but to make it look better and meaningful, as I wanted to end, I added the last stanza.  No man is an island, where the elixir of life cuts off the umbilical cord which nurtures the very life. Or let me say, If a clod be washed away by the sea, giving away its identity for free, will you wipe away the memories of thee as the dementia of old age would be, or would you commemorate and enshrine it? Any man's death diminishes me, for it's like a gem befallen off my jewellery making it unfit to wear anymore and a fear grips me; one day I will be one like he and she. Come, my boy let's not live like a toy but be full of joy effectuating our call living in the divers...

This poem is inspired by the poem " A Poison Tree " by William Blake. It is one of my favorites because when I was fighting with my own anger, I came across this poem, which made me reflect on what I am nurturing within myself.  I have borrowed the first lines of each stanza (except for the second and last ones).  I was angry with my friend; 'cause he didn't do as I wished and I wanted to show it loud like a blast furnace on my inside I wanted it to come out so that I'm left pure with an intact mind and soul functioning like a whole; And I watered it in fears, thinking I could bear but there's no one to hear my wails of tears. And it grew both day and night like the sores of Job and Lazarus calling rancour to overpower my wit who always wanted to be fit And into my garden stole,  the sweet hum of whole for now I am on the call that is destined to my fall. Job's eye never blurred of it nor Lazarus's cry covered it 'cause they all knew venegeance is ...

This poem is inspired by the poem " If you forget me " by Pablo Neruda. I have borrowed the first line of each stanza (except the last) from this poem. Love has always been my theme of poems, and Pablo Neruda is one of my favorites, so I included this poem.  I want you to know that I am not just another flower in the garden whom you see and pass along. You know how this is: when you especially come to grab a chance to even peek in and satiate your burning desire with the glimpse of the one you admire. Well, now, as you are not so very eager to mark me as your own girl I take it like a reserve fill waiting for my turn if someone falls. If suddenly the wheels of my destiny swirls and brings me a chance I might make it to the goal which bags the crown to our home. If you think it long and mad why did this happen in your land? Remember you took too much time to choose the one who was prime. Can you cook jaggery for long and escape the bitterness it forms? How can you have the gem...

This poem is inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browning's poem " How do I love thee? " Since it is a sonnet, I will write it in the same form. I will borrow the first line only. I tried to understand what makes a person feel loved. I took insights from various posts and Gary Chapman's book " Five Love Languages. " How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. First I thought, I will do all as you say and I saw myself like the fading rays so I thought to gift you a starry day but still you forgot out bondage which made me feel used up still, I gathered courage and filled my admiration cup only to discover missing passion.  I thought togetherness was less but that wasn't your mission. when I felt you in me and caressed your need as mine that I found the loving bliss of thee. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

For this half marathon, I want to compose a few poems with a twist. I will take the first line of each stanza of the poems and compose a different version of the poem.  The first post is inspired by the poem " The Road Not Taken " by Robert Frost. This is one of my best poems. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, where will I find my daily food? Is it okay to travel this way or should I follow the guiding ray? My heart is sinking as the dilemma is building. Time is flying and my destiny is calling. Then took the other, as just as fair, because I knew within my layers that my destiny is right here nothing to fear just adhere to what's there beyond the visual gear into the vicinity unclear.  And both that morning equally lay opening their arms and calling me their way. How can I refuse one way to relish the pleasure of the other way? The dilemma is devouring but the time is determining and I choose one over another. I shall be telling this with a sigh that fathoming uncerta...