An American haiku about sadness

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Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

you know the pain,
you never ask why so many poems
I bury under the stars?


One line poem about life during pandemic

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Photo by Anshu A on Unsplash

there’s inhaler on table
and masks next to books
there’s that unseen baggage
which I need to carry all the time,
still I am grateful for this new masked life.

Thanks to Sherry Kappel for the prompt Gratitude
thanks to Kathy Jacobs Harper Thorpe and the entire Chalkboard Team


An American haiku about Christmas lights

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Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

the flickering lights
dazzled the night
and masked the sadness.


A meditation on tears — day 4 of 30 days letting go challenge.

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Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash

when we can’t speak we use tears to show our feelings. tears flow quietly and ruin the page, they smudge the words and write a different tale. we need to let go our tears because sometimes they paint a different page. we need to learn to hold them within, we need to find that alchemy which can convert them into a piece of art.

sadness, words, anxiety and tears together they occupy places in us, we need to let go and tumble those building blocks.


One Line Poem

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Photo by Drew Tilk on Unsplash

I left that piece of moon in your sky
let it warm your soul till the time I am back
let it be that poem which reminds you of me.

thanks to Ana-Maria Schweitzer for the prompt Moon
thanks to Kathy Jacobs Harper Thorpe and the entire Chalkboard Team


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A reflection about future in the time of pandemic

will you believe me if I tell you by next year we would be on an island
where the sky would match the colours of our dreams,

will you stop me if I tell you that next year the page will be different
the distance which has suddenly ripped us apart
the memories which we never made this year .

will you believe me if I tell you by next year the clouds will fade
and we will meet without mask and that anxiety rolled up inside.

will you believe me if I paint that rainbow somewhere in the sky.


An American Haiku

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Photo by Kari Shea on Unsplash

we stock up on everything
we forget
we can’t stock up life.


Micropoetry about that muse which is still speaking to us

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Photo by Phil Desforges on Unsplash

so much has changed since last year
but the moon is still the same
it still comes out each night
with a bag full of stars.

the sky is still the same
helps us write dreams
which we scatter quietly and
stain the night with poet’s ink.


Day 3 of letting go challenge — anxiety

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illustration by Author

Today’s meditation is about the weight of anxiety which we carry within us. For the past few months, I have been on edge. Always panicking, getting restless about my parents and loved ones in India, but it didn’t help. Now, after so many months, I have realized that anxiety is just a weight that we love to carry. If we keep ourselves occupied by doing things that make us happy, it would be better for our mental health. So now phone calls have been reduced, I am trying to be busy with other things, and that weight of anxiety I have kept on the farthest shelf. I have learnt to cope quietly.

Day 1 can be read here

Day 2 can be read here


A reflection about celebrating festival during the pandemic

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Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

The city is decked up with lights, the cafes have Christmas trees and those mock presents placed under them, masked people are wandering holding shopping bags and trying to enjoy the simple moments.
Amidst all the magic of the season in a country where there is no winter I am searching for those simple moments which can be peace for me. In my home I have taken out few Christmas ornaments and placed them on the coffee table, this year I am late with Christmas decor, the box is waiting for me. I am waiting for that perfect moment to dust the Santa and place the tree somewhere. Maybe this year I will keep real gifts under the Christmas tree. Maybe this year the Christmas will be real. Because we three will be at home after a long time. This year we won’t be traveling holding memories of home. …

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Priyanka Srivastava

with too many things in my head i write to sort it all till the sky is empty and there’s no poetry

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