Radhika Puttige

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Fear

dark feelings engulf
trepidation clouds senses
imprisons present

Fury

inner core ruptures
scorching lava sizzles out
wreaks crimson umbrage

Void

quintessence consumed
drowned in infernal abyss
extinct emotions

Facade

a veneer disguise
contrived emotions displayed
dubious motives

Forlorn

lonesome soul cringes
a foreboding gloom pervades
silent cry echoes

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Radhika’s writings reflect her thoughts and ruminations on life. While she mostly writes poetry, her blog Radhika’s Reflection is a potpourri of photographs, prose, and musings. She recently published her first book of haiku and poetry titled Eclectic Verses, which is available on Amazon.

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Originally published 8/28/18, I offer this piece for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #119. Enjoy!

I Write Her

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Feeling and analyzing as the inchoate rises in my mind.
I’m leaning into what arrives.

Layering thoughts to complete some insight.
I’m crafting wisdom.

Nothing is random in expression.
I’m sharing what’s important.

Who does it touch?
I’m hoping it’s you.

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Covering

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Joy feels like exposure to the harshest elements.
In showing it you become a pawn
in the game of advantage
like taken of that is.

Allowing happiness to make an appearance,
well, that’s just a sin.
“Be humble, accept things with grace,” they said.
As they shushed my feelings out of jealousy.

Feeling like a kernel doubling in size,
well, that’s just ruinous.
“Let’s not have a grandiose, public display,” they said.
As they swatted my butt out of anger.

Having intensity acknowledged on the surface,
well, that’s just suicide.
“Behave yourself!” they said.
As they locked me away with a pious vengeance.

Where did it ever get me to give a voice
to what bubbles up happy tears and excitement?
Hide your feelings, stomp them down reactions was all I ever got.
Because no one really wanted to meet the real me.

Rationale Defined

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when life throws
the consequences of living
in the path
of its inhabitants
a reaction ensues

what will it be…
compassion?
schadenfreude?
action?
indifference?

those who are gauche
spew an urge
to oppugn
with their splenetic
reaction

their attempts
to bifurcate
the attentive passersby
is thankfully
limited

attention garnered
by the few impressed
while the majority
dismiss them
as reason holds

… and the sensible go on

Encased

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everything i know about who i am is inside this shell

i see
what my eyes behold in a world belonging to my perspective
i feel
what my being is influenced by
i breathe
what my body needs for survival
i smell
what my nostrils encounter in this life
i touch
what my hands need to grasp
i hear
what sounds out around me
i taste
what i satiate my body with

this body is a vessel
holding in place
all that is required
to thrive

constant motion
inside the barrier
which separates
the external of my perspective

a heart beating on its own
food moving through long tubes
enzymes, bugs, and fungus
breaking it all down

the mind focused
on a gazillion things
while i’m focused
on a trillion more

this being i am
only knows about this one life
i reside in an
encased consciousness