Title: Butterfly Fly Today
Butterfly fly today
Haul my dreams and take to the skies
Let the Kingdom High hear my cries
For freedom and success, to rescue me from this languid and desultory existence
Bring me back thy iridescent & multi-hued self
With good luck and great news
To still the agony of my lonely heart
With success and a fresh new start, with freedom from my tessellated past.
Lend me your secret, O my friend
To shed my frightful and friendless form
To break mine cocoon of insecurity and fear
And rise a proud and social butterfly
Beautiful and itinerant, this instant here and the next minute there
Tasting the ambrosia of triumph
From the fragrant blossoms in tranquil fields everywhere
Butterfly fly today!
By
S. SAI RAM KIRAN
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
Butterfly fly today
Haul my dreams and take to the skies
Let the Kingdom High hear my cries
For freedom and success, to rescue me from this languid and desultory existence
Bring me back thy iridescent & multi-hued self
With good luck and great news
To still the agony of my lonely heart
With success and a fresh new start, with freedom from my tessellated past.
Lend me your secret, O my friend
To shed my frightful and friendless form
To break mine cocoon of insecurity and fear
And rise a proud and social butterfly
Beautiful and itinerant, this instant here and the next minute there
Tasting the ambrosia of triumph
From the fragrant blossoms in tranquil fields everywhere
Butterfly fly today!
By
S. SAI RAM KIRAN
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
My moon you may still be,
As yours I had once upon a time been!
My long past, mistakes done fast,
Darken your mood, so you need no repast!
You dull your ears and so you don't hear,
My cries for you to come back to me dear!
My regret, darkens your heart amok
As you gaze into it round-the-clock!!
Give me a break and let me be near
Never shall I give you, a chance to shed even one more tear!
#wca #wcpp #poetry #SaiRamKiran #review
As yours I had once upon a time been!
My long past, mistakes done fast,
Darken your mood, so you need no repast!
You dull your ears and so you don't hear,
My cries for you to come back to me dear!
My regret, darkens your heart amok
As you gaze into it round-the-clock!!
Give me a break and let me be near
Never shall I give you, a chance to shed even one more tear!
#wca #wcpp #poetry #SaiRamKiran #review
What are teenagers?
Hormone driven daredevils who feel invincible and are arrogant in their infallibility. They are a work in progress that drive parents to digress, stress and a multitude of bad press!
#wisdom #review #SaiRamKiran
Hormone driven daredevils who feel invincible and are arrogant in their infallibility. They are a work in progress that drive parents to digress, stress and a multitude of bad press!
#wisdom #review #SaiRamKiran
Title: To Ballet Till I Fly
Hair up, tied tight in a knot
Brisk is my walk till I get to my favourite dancing spot
Last I may be, to be chosen to become the prima ballerina
But doubtless and for sure is my show to take me to far off Burma
I may not tango my way to Argentina
Still, a pas de deux with my love is enough to pull me out of this trauma
To Egypt, I may never go
Because my tutu may not really be welcome there, even though I am a pro
"Bravo! Bravo!," the audience bellows
As my whole corps de ballet twirls with the grace of swallows!
Dancing is all I ever wanted,
Pirouetting my way to the life for which I panted
With every dawn, my shadow, in the form of a Bras en couronne
Gives wings to my dream to perform until exhaustion lays me prone
#wca #wcpp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Hair up, tied tight in a knot
Brisk is my walk till I get to my favourite dancing spot
Last I may be, to be chosen to become the prima ballerina
But doubtless and for sure is my show to take me to far off Burma
I may not tango my way to Argentina
Still, a pas de deux with my love is enough to pull me out of this trauma
To Egypt, I may never go
Because my tutu may not really be welcome there, even though I am a pro
"Bravo! Bravo!," the audience bellows
As my whole corps de ballet twirls with the grace of swallows!
Dancing is all I ever wanted,
Pirouetting my way to the life for which I panted
With every dawn, my shadow, in the form of a Bras en couronne
Gives wings to my dream to perform until exhaustion lays me prone
#wca #wcpp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Title: About Hunches/Gut Feelings
When your heart and mind don't mingle,
Trust your gut to get that little tingle,
That will help you get past the trouble,
And pull you out of this great tangle!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
#shortpoetry
When your heart and mind don't mingle,
Trust your gut to get that little tingle,
That will help you get past the trouble,
And pull you out of this great tangle!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
#shortpoetry
#yourreview
A great and skilled attempt at portraying the dichotomy, in life and death, in a war, painting a picture of the mirror opposite outcomes that result from it.
I absolutely loved the rhyming. I felt it was very beautiful and natural.
The Title was very elegant, but I think it didn't fit perfectly, tell me what were your thoughts, what did you mean to convey with the title?
The line "To glimmer and happiness" in the first stanza needs to be changed a bit because you used both positive words, one needs to be negative for the dichotomy to work out, as well as to aptly describe the next stanzas. And "bejeweled" in the last line needs to be changed, because it is used to go with jewels, precious gems and precious stones.
Here are the improvements and additions I suggest to the poem (I am copying your whole poem and editing it to save time)
Here goes:
Title: FATE OF WAR
A beautiful doomsday
Makes its way
To the glimmer and happiness
Of two families’ consciousness
DELIVERING AND SUNDERING HAPPINESS, TO AND FROM, TWO FAMILIES, DIVIDED BY A WAR THAT SEEMED ENDLESS
One’s wife cried till all hell broke loose,
When she saw him after so long, her delight was profuse,
For he was there to wipe her tears away,
He was there for her, there to make a headway,
THEIR ROMANCE, RENDERED QUIESCENT/FORCED INTO AN INTERMISSION, BY THE WAR ACROSS THE BAY
Another’s wife cried, but this time, for truce,
When she saw him after so long, her sorrow was profuse,
For he was there but could not wipe her tears as big as pebbles,
He was lying in a coffin,
BEDECKED IN MEDALS AND RIBBONS, FOR ALL OF HIS FATAL TROUBLES!
#review #poetry #kt #SaiRamKiran
A great and skilled attempt at portraying the dichotomy, in life and death, in a war, painting a picture of the mirror opposite outcomes that result from it.
I absolutely loved the rhyming. I felt it was very beautiful and natural.
The Title was very elegant, but I think it didn't fit perfectly, tell me what were your thoughts, what did you mean to convey with the title?
The line "To glimmer and happiness" in the first stanza needs to be changed a bit because you used both positive words, one needs to be negative for the dichotomy to work out, as well as to aptly describe the next stanzas. And "bejeweled" in the last line needs to be changed, because it is used to go with jewels, precious gems and precious stones.
Here are the improvements and additions I suggest to the poem (I am copying your whole poem and editing it to save time)
Here goes:
Title: FATE OF WAR
A beautiful doomsday
Makes its way
To the glimmer and happiness
Of two families’ consciousness
DELIVERING AND SUNDERING HAPPINESS, TO AND FROM, TWO FAMILIES, DIVIDED BY A WAR THAT SEEMED ENDLESS
One’s wife cried till all hell broke loose,
When she saw him after so long, her delight was profuse,
For he was there to wipe her tears away,
He was there for her, there to make a headway,
THEIR ROMANCE, RENDERED QUIESCENT/FORCED INTO AN INTERMISSION, BY THE WAR ACROSS THE BAY
Another’s wife cried, but this time, for truce,
When she saw him after so long, her sorrow was profuse,
For he was there but could not wipe her tears as big as pebbles,
He was lying in a coffin,
BEDECKED IN MEDALS AND RIBBONS, FOR ALL OF HIS FATAL TROUBLES!
#review #poetry #kt #SaiRamKiran
What are adults?
Title: Adulting - A Study in Adapting to Somersaulting
Adults are great big stress balls of determination,
Always working for betterment in their chosen vocation.
Douchy bosses and bossy spouses, stretching their already painful days into endless frustration,
They often reminisce of their younger selves, and teenage days with a stellar recollection,
When everything used to seem sunshine and rainbows, without the need for any introspection,
And they were free from all these anxieties, just lost in their reflection!
#review #poetry #wisdom #SaiRamKiran
Title: Adulting - A Study in Adapting to Somersaulting
Adults are great big stress balls of determination,
Always working for betterment in their chosen vocation.
Douchy bosses and bossy spouses, stretching their already painful days into endless frustration,
They often reminisce of their younger selves, and teenage days with a stellar recollection,
When everything used to seem sunshine and rainbows, without the need for any introspection,
And they were free from all these anxieties, just lost in their reflection!
#review #poetry #wisdom #SaiRamKiran
Title: Avenging Angel
Authors Note: This short story was written, as my entry submission to take part in the activity on 28th June, 2020. The activity picture is of a small boy sitting on a chain-link fence looking up at a fighter jet in the sky.
In the form of a child, as I see this tool up above me, this fighter jet, the instrument I chose to be the bearer of my wrath, I feel a battle rage taking over my body. A need to destroy anything and everything that was involved in the massacre in which my son was killed.
I am Kirakulariki, a Brihatsuraputra (Brispra for short). We are sons and daughters, born out of the union of Suras (Gods) and Asuras (Daanav). Only the best and noblest of Asura, that they were good enough to be a Sura, if not for the accident of birth that made them Asura, were chosen to mate with the Devas. We were part of a misguided attempt by some gods to reform the Asura, so that peace would prevail upon Earth and mankind would prosper. But, the Asura, who were fit to mate with the Devas were rare indeed, just a handful actually. The gods that started this realized that this was going nowhere and abandoned the idea, and the Brispras already born, as just an experiment gone bad. We were the most classified secret, kept even from the other gods, and because of this we survived. The gods involved all died in the same catastrophe, that led to the gods retreating from Earth to another dimension, while at the same time taking the powers and memories of all the Asura in one go. Asura have lost their identity and became part of mankind, with nothing to distinguish them from humans.
But, we Brispra retained our powers and memories maybe because we were part Sura and so were immune. I have walked this land, since then, taking mates, in the guise of a human, every few centuries, to pass the time and to not be alone. But mostly I have kept away from such relationships because of the pain of loss when they all die while I continue to live, cursed by my damned immortality. This time, I had abstained for seven centuries, but in the end I took a mate again, unable to bear the loneliness. My son, born brought joy to my existence, even though I knew he would die someday. When he wanted to be a soldier, I vehemently disagreed, not wanting him to choose an occupation that could cut short even this little time I had with him. But, he did not heed me, went on to become a soldier, went to the border to defend his nation. And when the Chinese in their quest for regional dominance tried to wrest land from my motherland, my son, a part of the delegation, sent to talk and to claim back land from the Chinese, went unarmed, was massacred along with his comrades, by the Chinese monsters and their disgusting backstabbing attack.
And now,
They shall know my just wrath,
My vengeance, they wrought,
In their arrogance, they sought
To claim our land, they coveted in their every thought!
Never expecting, any major retort!
But in killing my son, they erred, they cannot distort!
With this fighter jet, and my powers conjoined
In an unstoppable onslaught,
I shall kill those cowardly devils that my son fought,
And continue to their leaders, that brought me to this spot!
#review #ShortStory #SaiRamKiran
# Activity Related
Authors Note: This short story was written, as my entry submission to take part in the activity on 28th June, 2020. The activity picture is of a small boy sitting on a chain-link fence looking up at a fighter jet in the sky.
In the form of a child, as I see this tool up above me, this fighter jet, the instrument I chose to be the bearer of my wrath, I feel a battle rage taking over my body. A need to destroy anything and everything that was involved in the massacre in which my son was killed.
I am Kirakulariki, a Brihatsuraputra (Brispra for short). We are sons and daughters, born out of the union of Suras (Gods) and Asuras (Daanav). Only the best and noblest of Asura, that they were good enough to be a Sura, if not for the accident of birth that made them Asura, were chosen to mate with the Devas. We were part of a misguided attempt by some gods to reform the Asura, so that peace would prevail upon Earth and mankind would prosper. But, the Asura, who were fit to mate with the Devas were rare indeed, just a handful actually. The gods that started this realized that this was going nowhere and abandoned the idea, and the Brispras already born, as just an experiment gone bad. We were the most classified secret, kept even from the other gods, and because of this we survived. The gods involved all died in the same catastrophe, that led to the gods retreating from Earth to another dimension, while at the same time taking the powers and memories of all the Asura in one go. Asura have lost their identity and became part of mankind, with nothing to distinguish them from humans.
But, we Brispra retained our powers and memories maybe because we were part Sura and so were immune. I have walked this land, since then, taking mates, in the guise of a human, every few centuries, to pass the time and to not be alone. But mostly I have kept away from such relationships because of the pain of loss when they all die while I continue to live, cursed by my damned immortality. This time, I had abstained for seven centuries, but in the end I took a mate again, unable to bear the loneliness. My son, born brought joy to my existence, even though I knew he would die someday. When he wanted to be a soldier, I vehemently disagreed, not wanting him to choose an occupation that could cut short even this little time I had with him. But, he did not heed me, went on to become a soldier, went to the border to defend his nation. And when the Chinese in their quest for regional dominance tried to wrest land from my motherland, my son, a part of the delegation, sent to talk and to claim back land from the Chinese, went unarmed, was massacred along with his comrades, by the Chinese monsters and their disgusting backstabbing attack.
And now,
They shall know my just wrath,
My vengeance, they wrought,
In their arrogance, they sought
To claim our land, they coveted in their every thought!
Never expecting, any major retort!
But in killing my son, they erred, they cannot distort!
With this fighter jet, and my powers conjoined
In an unstoppable onslaught,
I shall kill those cowardly devils that my son fought,
And continue to their leaders, that brought me to this spot!
#review #ShortStory #SaiRamKiran
# Activity Related
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#wca #wcp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#wca #wcp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Author's note: The above poem is my submission to the activity and so I had to cut it short to keep to the word limit. Find below, the full poem, if you are interested:
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
I shall fight this as I have, all that had tried to do me harm
And when the water gets high enough to drown,
Then too I shall swim against the waves of damn, till I find a platform,
To hold onto until I get back to my fighting form!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
I shall fight this as I have, all that had tried to do me harm
And when the water gets high enough to drown,
Then too I shall swim against the waves of damn, till I find a platform,
To hold onto until I get back to my fighting form!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran