Fingers
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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 →
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 →
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 →
The lid breaks
Cycles of Moon brings it up not for us to suffer but to look what needs to be reconstructed
Path
Book flutter and glide - a collection of poems Was the path ever black or white?
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
In company of eccentrics
Eccentrics is showing of randomness in patterns deliberately Cliches are sticking to old in unimaginative order. Which one is needed?
Wandering
Part- Wandering from my book flutter and Glide
Depressed Actor
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 →
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
Copyright and Credit
Reading mirror of consciousness next. Look up flutter and Glide on Instagram Blessed people, you all are equipped with skills within to bring your own truth. It is the most important truth of life. All my material is copyrighted and for our collective experience and you can add to the completion. There’s no one who... Continue Reading →
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.