Reciting poem “Raise” from my book flutter and Glide on Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/flutterandglide/
Recitation “Raise”
Gardener&Orchid
Context: Its been years of trying to keep orchids alive. Every season, we try and we decide no more after it dies. Then again charmed, we try. I just repotted my Cymbidium Orchid with prayers that it will soldier through and forgo past amateurism of feeds and watering routines. In life, what all we take... Continue Reading →
Day of Nurturer
Reflections: So much power have been taken away from the nurturer and given away to the provider and protector. The troubles of psyche suffered are connected to the troubles that nurturers endure and pass on. The new world that is conceived may recognise the promise of the womb and allow the surrender to that love.... Continue Reading →
Allow it now
From Flutter and Glide: A collection of poems Allow it now
blur
If you really want to know
bio- luminescent
April 2021 The supermoon is closest today. Like waves everything is on high tide. There’s no holding back. Distractions and losing self nothing will stop the flow. So I decided let’s manifest ‘I need to grow and glow’
Define Love
Love : I wish it was that simple to handout a roadmap -Rupika Moitra Love could have been simple if our minds weren’t anomalous it isn’t one dimensional love you because you are mine or love you because you are you I see you when you are around or I hold parts of you in... Continue Reading →
Choosing the mirror
I am part lavender The garden plants are a mirror Some hold the value To live only if cared for Some came with mind made up for thrive No particular reliance on the gardener Some blossom only for a year Embracing change Believing in rebirth Some hold onto Earth Packing many lifetimes in one Giving... Continue Reading →
Held
How do you feel 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
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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
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
Core of Love
Hear me read this beautiful prayer https://www.instagram.com/tv/COPNca-HSVN/?igshid=1crckcio6ubak
CORE OF LOVE
Universal love (YOU are I and I am YOU) THE CORE OF MY BEING IS THE ULTIMATE REALITY. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL REALITY IT IS !! MY PAIN IS MY TEACHER, MY JOY IS MY COMPANION WHO KEEPS PLAYING CHASE, ALL THAT I COME ACROSS ARE TEACHERS, ALL ARE ASKING FOR LOVE, SOME FORCEFULLY, SOME LOVINGLY,... Continue Reading →
Silken thread
Ever experienced musical embrace ? Where you don’t know the artist but you have never known yourself without the creator
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 love
My core is Love If you cut me, every pore oozes love Shred me, every piece reads love Try and drown me and you will submerse in love Try and chase me Chase yourself in chaste love I pour love, I exhale love I release love All that mixes comes out as love I am... Continue Reading →
love is more thicker than forget by E. E. Cummings | Poetry Magazine
Enjoy this eternal Poem on full by E.E.Cummings. Full Moon night of April 2021 and don't forget to follow flutter and Glide. Buy the book on Amazon to journey with the poet. Flutter and Glide is available on Amazon 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=1619450288&sprefix=flutter+an&sr=8-1 love is more thicker than forget — Read on http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/22224/love-is-more-thicker-than-forget #poets2021
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
