Dusky one (Shyamal Si) - A 'Poetry Film' by Meena Chopra

 

This is a translation of Hindi poem 'SHYAMAL SI' in English. It is being released on YouTube. It is a poem dedicated to the youthful spirit and aspirations of all young women stepping into womanhood. My daughter Tia's zeal, explorations and her adventurous spirit, along with her resilience, gave birth to this verse. Link to Hindi Poem: https://youtu.be/5aSigOvYqpg

Meena Chopra being featured Art Bar Poetry Series, Toronto Canada, 12th Jan, 2021

 

On the occasion of #HistoricPlacesDay.

What a beautiful and inspiring poem written by @meenachopra the winner of the 2020 selfie contest, on the occasion of #HistoricPlacesDay. pic.twitter.com/gOsCnntftf

— National Trust for Canada (@nationaltrustca) August 13, 2020

I stick to the moist damp earth

fearing devastation.

My mouth is full of clay. 

Is it the smell of the soil that I eat? 

The dry coarse earth? 

Is that me?

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Confines

I sit near 

a clear flowing stream

trying to read

but my book

does not open

I try hard
eves dropping
to descending shadows
from the mountains
but it seems
my password is lost
in a dark lagoon.

Words have taken the wings
soaring,
valley below is deep
my fist is tight
eyes swollen
tired and sleepless
words are seamless.
They are lost
in a whirlpool.

Why?
Why can I not
read my book
for once at-least?

-Meena Chopra

The Mystery Book

I am a faceless face

in a real time display

structured and showcased

in a trendy way

Disguised 

behind the cleverly constructed images.

The shadows

constantly knock  

my doors and windows

colliding 

till they fall down

fractioned,

splitting in sharp

glassy pieces

piercing,

till I bleed.

My doors and windows are admant

they remain closed.

I am  heedless and distant.

I tweet reality every day

but I am blind to

the silent charisma,

surrounding mysteries

of my hidden mystery book.

because

I am a viral socialite

standing on a virtual plane

humanizing

a faceless face

on Facebook page. 

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Reverberations

The thrills masquerade

Far away,

I shrink in a black hole,

searching?

The charismatic remote leisure,
Strengthning
facing
the deserted truth.
A plunging darkness
bare as death,

and a dot
disperses a line
in a voluminous circle,
folding the fire
a living time.
Images annihilate.
The bodyless prevails.

What was it?
That whispered
Reverberations
in a chilled silence.

From my book 'Ignited Lines'
#canlit #poetry 

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Exuberance (from Facebook)

ICONOCLAST

Is she a vase
or a statue on a pedestal ?

She is no icon!

Her feet strong 
firm on ground.
The earth supports her.
The real in her 
longs to be 
revealed through layers
seeking identifications 
undraped 
in a figureless 
formless existence.

In vain,
she searches - an iconoclast, 
beyond the turbidity of love.

Will she find one in you ?
- Meena Chopra(from collection of poems "IGNITED LINES)


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