Learnings, Triumphs, Transformation.
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 →
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 →
Challenge that impostor syndrome and stand in the light of that higher version of self. It will seek you if you seek it
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 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 →
Cycles of Moon brings it up not for us to suffer but to look what needs to be reconstructed
Book flutter and glide - a collection of poems Was the path ever black or white?
Amidst the midweek madness, I exhaust it so quickly.
One pattern at a time: let it fall off and fill in again
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 of transformation awaits me, awaits you
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.
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.
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
Saplings of love grows into tree of hopefulness bearing grace for all
Eccentrics is showing of randomness in patterns deliberately Cliches are sticking to old in unimaginative order. Which one is needed?
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
Part- Wandering from my book flutter and Glide
He plays this role quite often, ‘I am deprived’ thus ‘I am depressed’ Looking feverish, Burning inside, As though, his rage changed its course and Started targeting self, passions chased desires, Never returned with his price, Consuming life source, Tired from resent, repent and represses, There was no one Who didn’t know the address of... Continue Reading →
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.
Flutter and Glide 