How do you feel held?
Held
Smirk
Don’t let the smirk hurt you more, tell it to come back for the fireworks later instead The world seems to smirk When one is in pain We drag some through the mud to help them feel its bane Really, it’s a cry to share the load Can’t bury all this burning coal Churning of... Continue Reading →
One Poem
One Poem - Rupika Moitra
Yearn
New Poetry from poet of Flutter and Glide.
Fingers
Follow the fingers Insta @flutterandGlide
Treasure Hunt
Meditations from my sessions: •Our dissociative tendencies help us survive. “I am not taking strangers to my cave and showing them what I can’t face.” Yet the counsellor will only matter if he/ she have visited their own caves Up until the walk starts - It’s tendencies and intent •Skills comes after towards the integration phase. What really matters is you, the vulnerabilities, and you finding your way in and out of your cave -Rupika Moitra
Sweeping Rug of Hope
Playing with parts that loves puppy love I dusted the sweeping rug, On a full moon day, Remnants of puppy love, Slipped out like a feral stray, Neglected yet magic borne, Innocence glimmered His eyes still shines with hope’s gold, I kept him there, So he would forget, We would loose the scope, I lost... Continue Reading →
Who will find the self?
Challenge that impostor syndrome and stand in the light of that higher version of self. It will seek you if you seek it
Periodically, The lid breaks
Cycles of Moon brings it up not for us to suffer but to look what needs to be reconstructed
Quotes to self
Rupika Moitra: Poet of Flutterandglide https://www.amazon.com.au/Flutter-Glide-Collection-Rupika-Moitra/dp/B08S8RMPW1/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=flutter+and+glide+rupika&qid=1616312891&sprefix=flutter+and+&sr=8-1
Quote for self
Path
Book flutter and glide - a collection of poems Was the path ever black or white?
Serenity
Amidst the midweek madness, I exhaust it so quickly.
One at a time
One pattern at a time: let it fall off and fill in again
Arching vines
Just like vines, I know the path of nourishment and nurturing You can’t deny me It’s etched deep inside I know where to look for light - Rupika Moitra.
Pyre
Pyre of transformation awaits me, awaits you
Glue
Glue” - A poem about our collective consciousness, our deep yearning to help others, our need to connect, be useful, be part of something beyond us to go beyond, to bind. I voiced that deep yearning by reciting it. May you take that flight.
Latent Goddess
Poet RupikaMoitra with her first poetry book: Flutterandglide. Flutter and Glide is a world of her creation filled with powerful reflective pauses, self awareness, transformations, pain that pulls, being hope, voice, embracing the shadows and experience of love that allows for abundant compassion and grace.
The path continues
Path continues My meshing for my mind to navigate back to path The path continues from Flutter and Glide- a collection of my favourite poems
Govern thy Self
Saplings of love grows into tree of hopefulness bearing grace for all
In company of eccentrics
Eccentrics is showing of randomness in patterns deliberately Cliches are sticking to old in unimaginative order. Which one is needed?
Forgiveness
Reason with the unhealed bits: they are fading, gently let them be Start Here Stay here Take yourself to your presence Remind self of forgiveness self It takes long But this journey is a commitment lifelong
Pandemic of perfection
I am still not released from the deal with perfection. It stops the flow, I want to let go. I keep asking when is it enough? So I look up and the 🌈 hangs low and gently tells a tale.
Canopy of Stars
What if the universe was waiting on you to show it a sign- “that you are ready” Ready to free fall, ready to trust your destiny and your instincts Ready for the realisation that you are made of magic
I, once met this poetic counsellor
Imagine being a fly on the wall and listening to therapist and client conversing in general about therapy and what it means for the world.
Deciduous
All sheds, all refills, let it flow out, It will fill in
Reciting Jailhouse from the book: Flutter and Glide
Thank you for the immense response to the book. I am beyond humbled and excited that flutter and glide can be read in your hand and held and be a part of my reader’s conscious. https://www.amazon.com.au/Flutter-Glide-Collection-Rupika-Moitra/dp/B08S8RMPW1/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=flutter+and+glide&qid=1610836476&sr=8-1 Warmly, Rupika
Dreams of poets: Flutter and Glide Released as a book
From the poet and now author of flutter and glide: “As you draw the line and circles in pattern and turn them into words. They play together: twirl and twist to speak to life’s lived lesson. You watch yourself from outside and laugh at the quirks and the follies. The fact that those swirl can... Continue Reading →
Now a book: Flutter and Glide
Flutter and Glide: A collection of poem Available now on kindle and paperback.
It’s Time
It’s time to unwrap This self ordained incubation has kept her protected, But this scared self created space is also isolated, Between many personas that is demanded of her day, This one she plays in hiding, This space of solace, It’s time to claim it’s presence, And arrange in order of preference, The timeline of... Continue Reading →
It takes a while
It takes a while to forgo the dichotomy of good vs bad. Embrace each bit and show it light. Make a choice. Discernment in Self awareness is a choice. Make friends with the shadow and light will come find. You will falter because you are alive.
Illuminate
Hey you, my friend, Let’s lift this trend, Let’s raise your spirits high, I conquered my shame, But yours is pulling mine, It’s pulling and thirsting and trying to come back, This gift of god, shines on your soul, You washed it off, Or brush it off, Hey you, my friend, Let’s pick up stride,... Continue Reading →
Tantrums of inner child
Wish like an inner child , be like an wise old being...really here to give. For what is yours is seeking you
Legacy of Sun
If I could choose from the legacy of stars afar Who would I choose but, THE SUN, For it’s purpose ethics are impeccable, Illuminates everything it touches, Dressed in its resplendent self- worth, Disciplined for it’s cause, Nourishing life and aspirations, just because, Wants all to grow and glow, If you grew greedy, you would... Continue Reading →
Almost There
We come alone and go alone. We bump Into things that’s all.
Glue
There’s a duty to ourself- to be who we were born to be. There’s a master sitting- who know you are source in specks Be- knowing that Fulfill thyself not from space of strive but from a space of higher self
Feminine
This world of colliding ego- who will be what without a mother’s nourishment. Who is not still chasing for a safe haven of mother’s unconditional love in the universe
Kaleidoscope wala
Who reads poetry? Who is the poet but a brave kalideoscopewala seeing things in different swirls. Bringing forth the visions to her readers in amalgam of herself, her work and universe.
Bathe in self- love
The clouds hurled in, And the thunder gurgled, Today, they ask you to stay out of its way But there’s never ending delusion of chores There’s race and charts for pace Being someone and getting somewhere The thunder and the clouds thrathened They will whisk and wash your ego away Truce brings dead poets and... Continue Reading →
A walk in full moon
Walk me to the moon, In my brightest pearly dress, Staring not at each other But the love of us that encompasses this glorious night The soft breeze spoke of your hidden words of prayers for me It tapped me lightly and whisked away some worries You, me and reflection of this round ball of... Continue Reading →
Flight
Slow breath, Measured stride, Wall of caution, Flight in stride, A little push, A friendly smile, An encouraging friend, A gift to confide, Watch then, As we rise, We rise and propel to glide, Watch with calm presence, As destiny takes flight. -Rupika Moitra
It’s all Proportional
Life is not an absolute. Parts of it are perfect and some part are not so perfect. Embracing the imperfect bits gets harder when we are conditioned to flaunt only the bits that are picture perfect. Here is my effort to keep it chaotic and real. Two corresponding incidents of life: Driving out of my... Continue Reading →
Long road to Bliss
Two parallel roads of life; A road of shortcuts, Curtailing every hurdle, negating all that's diffcult, Road of quick gratifications, Quickly satiating yet quickly forgotten, Reaching the shores, Something seems- left 'Unexplored' The long road is full of rubble, wait and struggle, Yet, it promises, dreaminess of dreams untold, Walking at it, I surrender to... Continue Reading →
Those who pay heed to their wandering often find themselves,
Lost at will they know
Losing ensures strong probability
of knowing thyself
- Rupika Moitra
I am Brown
I try to look away I try holding on to warmth Open the taps of wrath Isn’t there enough already Why Compounding that divisive odd
Carve
Act of self love is carving the demeanour in the care that one craves Rupika Moitra Tools of uplifting :Proteas and lavender essence candles #aliveinsenses
Stir the lot
Ring around a Rosie Wannabes and Weirdos Clones and clowns We seek the same effervescence Aiming the same confluence But for different reasons Fruits of differing seasons Personally, the one in for laughs The one with eccentric spark I will reach out first For the clues The one that seeks the token of praise Patterns... Continue Reading →
Another one in Cave
The voices in cave echoes I was strolling in memory lane It swooped me and carried me to this dark cave Mountains of red grave, It’s alley after alley of compressed voices Silent shrieks of ‘can’t’ ‘won’t’ ‘shouldn’t’ Chains of pain ropewalk have been forcefully cut before This cold, sinister place I have lost but... Continue Reading →
Stretched
Stretched this cup, Wiser the holder, Lesser the rub, Bring out the cup, Pour in it, Pour from it, When no one is watching, Lift it up at the sky, Let it collect droplets of hopes, When it will pour, Ready the cup, Empty it of past, Open up And let it rain - Rupika... Continue Reading →
Cave of psyche
Cave of psyche From the cave, Came up Untimely irrational pain, There’s a party tonight, Now, just now, It demands my attention, It pinch and jabbed, It sat me down, I can’t look the other way, It starts to frown then growl, Then roar, then pound It needs a promise, It needs a day, When... Continue Reading →
