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  • odysseus 5w

    After a long time...

    Death we can't defy.
    No matter how hard we try,
    one day, we all die.

    Yet our life is dear.
    Enjoy so long as you're here.
    Let your mind be clear.

    It's hard to survive.
    Yet, to live, we ought to strive.
    Courage helps us thrive.

    The world has its ways.
    Many deadly tricks it plays.
    Without swords it slays.

    Sometimes we must bend.
    Sometimes we're forced to pretend.
    Our ways we've to mend.

    Often, we step back,
    and to avoid drawing flak,
    we've to change our track.

    Some tacts we must learn.
    Sometimes we have to be stern...
    Let's not waste our turn.
    ©charudatta_kelkar


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    Haiku

    Death we can't defy.
    No matter how hard we try,
    one day, we all die.

    Yet our life is dear.
    Enjoy so long as you're here.
    Let your mind be clear.

    It's hard to survive.
    Yet, to live, we ought to strive.
    Courage helps us thrive.

    The world has its ways.
    Many deadly tricks it plays.
    Without swords it slays.

    Sometimes we must bend.
    Sometimes we're forced to pretend.
    Our ways we've to mend.

    Often, we step back,
    and to avoid drawing flak,
    we've to change our track.

    Some tacts we must learn.
    Sometimes we have to be stern...
    Let's not waste our turn.
    @charudatta_kelkar
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 42w

    A tiny story (Lanturne)

    Syllable count
    1:2:3:4:1


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    (Sorry for not commenting...but I do a lot of silent reading here)


    #mirakee #writersnetwork #balance #lanturnepoem #lanturne
    @mirakee @writersnetwork #love #life #poetry #thoughts

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    She
    tried to
    balance her
    job with her love
    life

    And
    he tried
    his best to
    manipulate
    her

    She
    believed
    that his love
    was selfless and
    pure

    Her
    soft heart
    cried when the
    truth dawned upon
    her

    Much
    wiser,
    and wounded,
    the poor girl left
    him

    Love
    blooms in
    the presence
    of respect and
    care

    It
    can't bloom
    where greed rules
    and where there's no
    care


    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 45w

    A huge empire... far beneath the waves ... somewhere in the midst of mountains, canyons, plains and valleys

    A powerful tribe of aquatic creatures... their heads and upper bodies resembling those of humans,
    their tails and lower bodies similar to the tail of a fish
    HER team won the annual sports contest
    The emperor asked her what she wanted
    She wished to visit the surface of the ocean
    Only the males in the tribe did that once in a while and that too, as part of their security duty
    However, the emperor would never dishonour his commitment
    He kept his word and her team was permitted to go
    They left in a capsule similar to a small submarine, carrying provisions
    It had always been their dream to visit the ocean surface and now it was coming true
    They reached a shallow spot and the capsule was securely anchored
    The females - mermaids - as we call them - were allowed to go out and enjoy the waves
    The males would stay back
    The mermaids began to play with the waves
    It was fun...
    And then.... a high and mighty wave swept HER away ...
    She was stranded on the shore... all alone...
    She looked around and didn't find any of her friends...
    But she found a strange creature whose upper body was similar to that of the males of her own tribe though he had no tail...
    He saw her and came closer...
    Communicating with him wasn't easy but they used signs...
    His house was nearby
    Thankfully she could breathe on the surface, but walking was clearly beyond her purview
    He carried her to his house...
    She got accustomed to the conditions
    Everyday he would carry her to the shore
    They would take his small boat and look for her capsule
    Slowly, he taught her his language and she taught him her language...
    He was a loner and once a week he would visit the nearby town to buy whatever he needed, and he rarely had any visitors...
    And a few weeks later, she located her capsule...
    The guards - the males of her tribe saw her invariably at the same time...
    They carried her back to the capsule and... he was their guest of honour...
    They were warm, hospitable hosts
    He enjoyed the meal, it was sumptuous
    There were numerous dishes whose contents were all supplied by the ocean
    Then they showed him around...
    The strange engine room, the provisions store and finally ...their treasure
    Ohh.. Goodness...!!! gold and silver,
    Opal, sapphire, emerald, aquamarines, ruby, amazonstone, amethyst, pearls, rose quarts...
    you name it and it was there... actually heaps of them...
    Their glint and glitter blinded his vision and his conscience...
    The commander of the capsule gave him a bagful of stones as a token of appreciation...
    That would have been enough to make him a multimillionaire
    But he had other ideas...
    He told them that he wanted to give them a treat and they gladly accepted
    He visited the nearby town that evening and bought what he needed
    Next day, he prepared lavish meals in his own house and carried the containers to the capsule... along with his own separate tiffin
    The food was delicious, the magnanimous creatures loved it and praised it ... and then... all of them fell unconscious ...even the mermaid...
    He rose and checked everybody... he had to be sure that the drug had done its job...
    It was a powerful anaesthetic, the quantity added was large, and there was no way any of them could have survived...
    He went over to the treasure room, took out half a dozen gunny bags from his haversack and began to fill them with gems, crystals, gold and silver
    He filled the bags and closed their mouths
    They were heavy and with great difficulty he managed to carry them to the main hatch
    ...
    He tried to open the hatch but his attempts failed
    He kicked, knocked and banged hard...
    A veteran sailor, he knew a lot about hatches and doors
    He tried every possible trick... but the hatch remained closed...
    He began to suffocate...
    And then he heard a voice...
    It was my fault...I'm the culprit... I never thought a visit to the surface would have such disastrous consequences...

    The mermaid had regained consciousness, but she barely spoke a few words and stopped breathing...
    No one was going to rescue him from the capsule...
    He had killed over a dozen innocent souls...
    And now it was his turn to die
    He would die... with those bags full of precious stones, gold and silver in his lap...

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    ✋✋Will soon go through your beautiful posts...✋✋

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    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 46w

    I possess a dull pen and an ordinary brain
    Hence my writings appear simple and plain
    A small bird here, I wish to build a small nest
    A few minutes everyday, in this place I invest
    It's great to be with writers whose talents are diverse
    Each word contributes to the beauty of each verse
    An eager student, I'm always willing to learn
    To be touched by the wand of success, I yearn
    I'd be lucky to add a drop of water to this sea
    I sincerely believe that consistency is the key
    To fuel creativity, this domain is the ideal place
    And even for a novice like me, there's ample space



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    A small bird here, I wish to build a small nest
    A few minutes everyday, in this place I invest






    ©odysseus







    To fuel creativity, this domain is the ideal place
    And even for a novice like me, there's ample space

  • odysseus 46w

    I tried to flap my wings and take off
    but the attempt proved futile.
    I remained where I was, feeling
    weaker and even more fragile

    I realised that I was past my prime
    and I had lost my power of flight
    The process was irreversible
    I'd no longer had the ability to fight

    Who would give me water and food?
    "How will I sustain?" I thought
    I loved to gorge on vermin and insects
    For food, countless battles I'd fought...

    I'd beaten many stronger and bigger foes
    and here I was, old, helpless and all alone
    with not a morsel of food or water in sight
    I knew I was reaping what I had sown

    How much would I delay the inevitable?
    In a few hours I would starve to death
    And then I heard those footsteps
    Familiar to my senses was that breath

    It was my sworn enemy, the hunter
    For years, I'd eluded the crafty guy
    But he was going to have the last laugh
    Either way, in a few hours I'd have to die

    Waiting for the inevitable, I lay there
    He spotted me under that leafless tree
    "The sooner the better." I thought
    But to my dismay, he turned away from me
    ©charudatta

    I had eluded
    the hunter for years but now
    it was pretty close.

    He just walked away.
    He loved to capture wild birds
    but not skeletons.


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    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 47w

    Of this life, tired I have grown; let me die
    Immobile and all alone, let me die

    My atrophied muscles and weak bones scream
    I cannot move on my own, let me die

    Empty handed, I'm eager to depart
    This journey I can't postpone; let me die

    My deeds have been suitably rewarded
    I'm reaping what I had sown, let me die

    I've been a sinner and I regret it
    But there's no time to atone; let me die

    Into the unquenchable fire of hell
    This soul deserves to be thrown, let me die
    ©charudatta

    #ghazal (10 syllables in each line) #life #poetry

    #writingcontest #creativearena #life #poetry

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    Of this life, tired I have grown; let me die
    Immobile and all alone, let me die

    My atrophied muscles and weak bones scream
    I cannot move on my own, let me die

    Empty handed, I'm eager to depart
    This journey I can't postpone; let me die

    My deeds have been suitably rewarded
    I'm reaping what I had sown, let me die

    I've been a sinner and I regret it
    But there's no time to atone; let me die

    Into the unquenchable fire of hell
    This soul deserves to be thrown, let me die
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 47w

    Respected
    guests, please allow me,
    the owner
    of this (he)art
    gallery to welcome you
    with a smiling face.

    You don't have
    to pay a single
    dime for this,
    and mark my
    words, none of you will ever
    forget this visit.

    Please take these
    boxes; you will need
    them later.
    Let's get in
    through this dark passage which has
    been deodorised.

    The fragrant
    exterior must
    have brightened
    up your mood.
    Here is our first display case.
    Guess what it contains.

    The pitch black
    image is my mom's.
    She never
    received love
    from her husband who treated
    her like a machine.

    Next to it
    you can see a plain
    face with a
    pair of cold,
    expressionless eyes; that was
    my heartless father.

    Here are my
    childhood dreams; they have
    been long dead.
    But in this
    place, I've a coffin where their
    ghosts can wine and dine.

    The lovely
    portrait that you see
    in the next
    case is that
    of my sweetheart who left me
    for a better man.

    She was a
    faithful lover and
    I wasn't,
    and I'd use
    various tricks to hide my
    infidelity.

    Next.. we've a
    cell that holds many
    secrets which
    may be dark
    and ugly enough to make
    some of you throw up

    Please open the
    boxes; you will find
    filters and
    masks inside.
    They'll help you block the horrid
    stench that awaits you.

    On display
    you will see all those
    evil plans
    and plots which
    I'd often hatch in order
    to destroy others.

    They look like
    heaps of putrified
    meat and that's
    natural.
    Hatred and jealousy can
    never be fragrant.

    That's enough.
    There are uglier
    things here, but
    in my view,
    the less spoken about them,
    the better it'd be.

    Go out now.
    Remove your masks and
    breathe fresh air.
    I hope this
    trip was memorable if
    not a pleasant one.


    ©charudatta

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    Respected
    guests, please allow me,
    the owner
    of this (he)art
    gallery to welcome you
    with a smiling face.

    Please open the
    boxes; you will find
    filters and
    masks inside.
    They'll help you block the horrid
    stench that awaits you.
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 48w

    ☕☕☕☕☕
    (1)

    Returning from my
    morning jog, I cooled down and
    then showered quickly.

    The breakfast would be
    as usual, unwholesome but
    it didn't matter.

    A mug of piping
    hot tea would almost never
    fail to refresh me.

    *I do not like the
    stovetop kettle but I am
    getting used to it.*

    It would have been just
    another day but it was
    not meant to be that.

    A photo in the
    daily newspaper had the
    power to change it.

    It carried me back
    to my not-so-distant past,
    moistening my eyes.

    It is "her" wedding
    anniversary and she
    looks very happy.

    We had been madly
    in love with each other and
    nothing else mattered.

    But I began to
    turn into a jealous and
    possessive lover.

    The poor girl tried her
    best to make things work but her
    efforts were in vain.

    One day she told me
    that she found my behaviour
    intolerable.
    ����������
    We were seated at
    a restaurant, sipping our
    favourite sweet tea.☕☕☕☕☕

    Unable to take
    it, I started screaming, and
    created a scene.

    It was a public
    place and we were being watched.
    She felt embarrassed.

    Our love story had
    ended and nothing could have
    reunited us.

    I thought the break up
    would shatter the girl but she
    managed to move on.

    After that I stopped
    drinking sweet tea and got used
    to the bitter type.


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    ☕☕☕☕☕
    (2)
    *I do not like the
    stovetop kettle but I am
    getting used to it.*

    I like my tea dark,
    strong and bitter and I
    prepare it myself.

    I follow my own
    method, rarely bothering
    to go step by step.

    Adding tea leaves and
    crushed ginger to the water,
    I stirred the mixture.

    The temperature
    was set and the stovetop was
    turned on as usual.

    I really love
    the extra-strong smell that those
    pitch-black leaves exude.

    The liquid started
    to heat but today I found
    that smell repulsive.

    The whistle produced
    light hissing sounds which appeared
    to tease and mock me.

    Finally it screeched
    hard and I turned the knob off.
    My tea was ready.

    The drink tasted a
    bit too bitter even to
    a person like me.

    I took a few sips
    with much difficulty and
    then discarded it.

    The bad aftertaste
    remains though I have rinsed my
    mouth several times.

    She is better off
    without me and that makes it
    even more acrid.
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 51w

    One foggy morning
    I reach the capital and
    start walking around.

    A concrete jungle...
    Enormous and dense, complex,
    crowded and noisy.

    Twenty million heads...
    Forty million nostrils and
    forty million lungs.

    Dust, smoke, plastic waste
    Dirt, garbage, noxious gases...
    It goes on and on.

    The capital wakes
    up to find itself in a
    blanket of thick smoke.

    Blame it on dust...or
    blame it on stubble burning...
    But yes, pass the buck.

    Vehicles, garbage,
    industry... all contribute...
    yet no one's guilty.

    Polluted water...
    Air full of impurities...
    yet no one's guilty.

    Dreaded diseases...
    spreading their vicious wings but
    It's nobody's fault.

    Burning eyes, sore throats
    Collapsing immune system
    headaches, coughs, fatigue.

    Accusations and
    counter-accusations will
    go on as usual.

    There are too many
    preachers but who's willing to
    lead by example?
    ©charudatta


    This post may be about a particular city...but it could be any town/city/settlement/urban agglomeration...



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    The capital wakes
    up to find itself in a
    blanket of thick smoke.

    Blame it on dust...or
    blame it on stubble burning...
    But yes, pass the buck.

    Vehicles, garbage,
    industry... all contribute
    yet no one's guilty.

    Polluted water...
    Air full of impurities...
    yet no one's guilty.
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 53w

    Dedicated to my muse


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    The angel came
    with some missing fragments of
    my broken heart.

    One by one,
    she set them back in
    their right place.

    Letting out a
    a radiant smile, she sang
    a soulful tune.

    My heart began
    beaming with the glow of
    a thousand suns.

    With her soft
    caresses, she breathed life into
    my inanimate quill.


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    Letting out a
    a radiant smile, she sang
    a soulful tune.

    My heart began
    beaming with the glow of
    a thousand suns.

    With her soft
    caresses, she breathed life into
    my inanimate quill.
    ©odysseus