Special Edition: Pankajam Kottarath

K Pankajam

Greedy Growth of Hopes 

Hope and resilience are in her blood

and greedy are their growth in her mind. 

Her heart is not bound by any spiritual cult

It finds its own ways to ease and exult.

   

When gloom sits down deep slurping salaciously 

from the blistered pools of passivity

She clings to its flimsy folds and float 

till the light of liveliness slowly, but surely unfolds.

Poets, you have in you great vigour of mind

allow it not to sap in sloth or sink into the mud

else it rots like iron rusting from disuse

and allow doom or gloom to vanish into the seas. 

Same is true with her dreams and desires, unwavering 

To shake them, one needs to chase up to their verges.  

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Sinking Discords

Hard she tries to untangle the knots in her thoughts  

A discord once born breeds in unlit bends fast,

leaves its scars those refuse to fade out from hearts  

prompting thoughts grow beyond bounds, unhinged.

To destroy the roots of deep-grown hurts, tough 

Hard though, not impossible, she gathers herself.

How to reach the fort of success alone in her thoughts 

and steadfast in her resolve to win, she ventures out. 

 

What if it is at the farthest end? Resolute not to quit.  

Hurdles to fade away in the force of her new-found grit

for the road-map of victory is clear and distinct

she gains momentum, nothing to distract, thwart or prevent.   

Wearing heart on her sleeves and faith in her guts  

she moves forward battling the winds of baffling doubts    

upon which coiled discords sink to the bottom, never to revert,

thunders and storms slowly settle down in her heart.

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Bridge of Belief

Sun and moon guiding day and night

Why at all a doubt when start is fair, if not smart.

Wish I build a bridge with belief, 

between imagination and truth

pushing back reeking flaws of the past

and as I cross it from this end to that

doubts dissolve; destiny disappears

transpiring to widen the horizon of my dreams

my feminine inklings fly away in their force.

As passion and precision manifest in success

the whirlwind of vile thoughts I try to suppress,

to keep cool within and outside, I thrive, 

hold the infinite flames of my hopes alive.

My desires intense, goals modest

vision clear and on ways varied, as I meditate  

chances emerge multiple to choose from the best, 

When fear of failure is forced to take a back seat.

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Setu, June 2025