This journey started

Carol Pinto
September 17, 2017

This journey started
In coffee cups
Over ideas that brewed to life.

It started when I saw the rain fall upon the window pane.
It started when freedom learnt to speak
And when insecurities looked bleak.

It started with conversations in the sound of new languages
And in the middle of unfamiliar streets.
When a stranger's look turned into friendly greets.

It only started,
When it all ended

All my worries, all my expectations,
When I finally realised there are no real destinations.

I crossed over boundaries
Broke down walls,
No restrictions, no duty calls.

This journey started
While I sipped on that coffee cup,

I heard a whisper, that said
Maybe Travel?
Then I just let my dreams unravel…

It started with some wander lust
When all the ghosts faded to dust

I packed my bag and set free,
Clinging to freedom, I went on a spree.

I packed up my troubles in my bag,
Of new places, now I could brag

I opened myself to New horizons,
Of learning and knowledge
That I earned in tonnes.

In between stolen kisses and paper rings
And in the midst of tears and healing wings

A pile of useless hope departed
With new hope for the broken hearted
And new dreams to be charted
This journey has just started.
 

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Danny
 - 
Friday, 5 Jan 2018

Well written carol, I see rich experiences in between the lines

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Dr Parinitha
January 17,2020

We came on foot, we came on boats, shouting slogans of Azadi.

We stood on roof tops and sat on walls under the burning midday sun,

Listening to the words that we had longed to hear for so long.

Words that had been scripted through the lonely fears of our hearts.

Words that were spoken now with the clarity of courage.

Words that were spoken now with the suppressed strength of pent up anger.

Words that were spoken now with the certainty of belonging to the soil 

Which had become one with the dust of our ancestors.

We stood there in the waves of heat

Feeling the surge and press  of countless bodies around us.

Bodies meshed through the odour of sweat 

And the shared fear of a common persecution.

And hanging from the roof tops,

And tied to the poles,

And clutched in hands slippery with sweat,

And wrapped round the pillars,

And spreading into our blood,

Were three strips of colour with a wheel of spokes,

Sewn together into the shape of our being.

Woven into the folds of our future and the creases of our past. 

Stitched to the seams of the earth, the water, the air and the sky 

That belonged to us and to which we belonged. 

And we stood there from noon to evening,

We the people of India.

Raising our clenched fists like signposts to the future.

Chanting slogans like a new anthem.

Kin to each other through the ties of community.

Born to live and die 

In a nation that was ours to hold on to

And ours to belong to.

Dr Parinitha is a professor of English in Mangalore University. She penned the poem soon after participating in the historic protest against CAA, NPR and NRC at Shah Garden, Adyar, Mangaluru on 15th January, 2020.

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Abdullah
 - 
Wednesday, 29 Jan 2020

Salute to you siter for your meaningful poem.  This is reality.  However, the enmy is blind/deaf/dumb.   May God give right way of thinking to enmy and in case he is unlucky, let God finish him and let him beg for death.  

Indian
 - 
Thursday, 23 Jan 2020

Waav..What a Heart Touching poetry...

 

Hats off to you ma'am....

 

Love from all Indians...

 

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Muhammad Ayaan Yusuf Kolnad
July 23,2020

It’s day to the emoji fair

Where the fun begins with happiness

It’s day to the emoji fair

Where the fun ends with happiness

The water is waiting for you to come

To make you enjoy a lot,

The smooth – awesome slide is cool

That makes this park wonderful.

Be ready to laugh

Because the clown will

Tickle your funny – bone

Get ready to have fun

The funny coasters are here.

It’s a day to the emoji fair

It’s time to say goodbye

To the … emoji fair.

COME BACK AGAIN

Muhammad Ayaan Yusuf Kolnad is a Grade 7 student at Sudhana Residential School, Puttur

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