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?

PORT CREDIT BY NIGHT

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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. 

Post by Meena Chopra.

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 

Post by Meena Chopra.

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)


Post by Meena Chopra.

Charisma

Drawing by Meena

Lush jade jungles

Tracks un-trodden

Lead into the anonymity.

Silence drizzles dew

The grass is still wet
The sun sets on the back of the camel
Deserting daydreams.

The night unlocks

the mysteries