Take a Step
Poem
What’s in a Name? You Ask.
What is in a name? You ask.
Not much and everything.
Is it the hill I want to die on?
Is the the reason I want to dig my heel in?
Would it have made a difference for Herman?
Would he have fame?
Would he have enjoyed the riches?
And not died heartbroken, a dockworker, a layman
an not so famous author?
If he had only chosen to name his narrator
Tito, Jimmy, John or Alex rather than Ishmael
?????
for Moby Dick?
Go ahead
Call me Corvette, not Purvi
TrIII ve DDDa not Trivedi
Call me Zaa EM ba, not Ziemba
Scramble up my name,
Call me a maa’m,
At end of the day,
I will remain the same.
But really,
would it be too much to ask
that you call me Purviben?
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I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site. The whole month of march, we blog and share little slices of lives- some we experience, some we find while walking around. Would you like to join us too?
Stay a child
To my child(ren)
Summer afternoon,
Lazy, Breezy, Carefree.
Enjoy, Relax, Be a child.
Before long, the calendar will move the pages.
Summer will be gone
and….
so will this carefree days.
Be
A Child, A Girl & A Boy Little longer
Before Becoming A Woman, A Man
And shepherding the responsibilities.
Stay.
a child little longer.
For me.
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#SOL20
I am again participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site. The whole month of march, we blog and share little slices of lives- some we experience, some we find while walking around. Would you like to join us too?
Knock
Knock
Knock brings a hole in my gut, a shard in my heart
Anxious, afraid, unsure yet with a resolve.
Tape, knock, bang on the door, are youn bent on ruinging my future.
Removing my padre from me casa?
ISIS, I am here to stay.
Not to be thrown away, like yesterday’s garbage
Ask me my value,
Me. The Future. The Dreamer. The Warrior. Knock away. I AM HERE TO STAY
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Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell me how can I go on,
Take rest,
Get a job
Get good grades,
You can do it,
You will excel,
Just try hard, harder,
You will make it.”
Tell me how?
I am only one.
There are all these classes,
Then the masses,
Training for games
ACT / SAT > COllege Applications > Scholarship
Accepted / Wait ….listed /….
How do I choose?
What I have to lose?
Where is the gain?
Is their pain?
How do I know it?
Running from rain
of expectations
Working, studying, playing,
How I am going to keep on going?
I am still a kid
and I feel a need
to scream and shout and get a hand out
Tell me,
How can I go on,
Why can’t I stop & breath.
Can’t life wait for me?
Will I waste it?
Will I make it?
Will you be proud of me?
Tell me.
Tell Me.
Tell ME
TELL ME.
TELl ME
TEll Me.
Tell Me
Tell Me.
Tell ME
Slice of Life: Spring Break
Time to sleep late for a week
No Homework, No Rush
Breath easy Life is Lush
No 4 minutes between one class to next
No gulping lunch in a quarter of an hour
No classes merging into one another
No homework to be buried under
It’s going to be fun n wonder.
Oh! Lovely, Lovely Spring Break
How I need you,
What will I do?
Watching Netflix, playing games,
Staying late n sharing fruit gems
Reading books without any shame.
Jumping with joy,
Playing with my toys.
Yes, Fun. Fun. Fun.
Dreaming, Swimming,
Building, Sculpting,
Nope! No Cleaning!
Walking in the woods,
Singing in tunes,
Making no Kahoots
& Listening to the Hoots
Spring Break, Spring Break.
Stay longer, o Spring Break,
So I can have some slack.
I have plans with my friends,
We are going to conquer the land,
Skyrim, Fallout4, MineCraft and Whatnot,
Spring Break you unite us.
Hide! Hide!
Here Comes Mommy
With her list of things.
Hide
© Purviben K. Trivedi-Ziemba
Molly Hogan, Thank you for always encouraging & inspiring me. I am using your words- copying & pasting below:
A huge Thank You to Two Writing Teachers for all that they do to create and amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write, learn, share and Grow.
#SOL18
#DWHabit
Slice of Life: Cross out n Create
I believe it was Margaret Simon who wrote cross out poems with her students. One of my goals for participating in Slice of Life challenge is to stretch myself and grow. With that in mind, here is my humble attempt to write a stanza for a cross out poem that is a message to self using feedback on one of my assignments.
Design your reflection to locate present
Do a fantastic job to balance components
Create visuals, promote learners
Now your turn to share your poem.
Peace (in creating)
Thank you Two Writing Teachers for hosting Slice of Life challenge where community of reflective writers meet every Tuesday and for whole month of March to encourage & learn from one another. You are invited to join too.
#SOL18
#DWHabit
Be
Be.
Kind, Joyful, Hopeful
Beating heart, bringing luck
Blessing to Family, friends, community,
Sharing, caring, daring to be different.
Respect, Grace, Courage to live with freedom
Take charge, forge ahead, Honor thy parents
My beating heart, Listen.
The heartbeat of your child, your love.
Do you hear, the song of solitude?
Are you playing a catchy tune?
Be still, race ahead, stay rooted while soaring to sky
Be yourself.
Before you can be anything else.
I am writing this post for March Slice of Life Challenge hosted by Two Writing Teachers. You are invited to join the reflective writing community too.
#SOL18
Does my mother knows of my Despair?
As parents, we wish our kids’ to do better than us. We want them to excel in life. In our quest of a legacy, to have a secure future for our progeny, have we stopped and ask them what they want?
Drop whatever you are doing. Be still and listen to this unspoken plea. Yes, it is written by me but it comes from many kids.
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I am writing this post for Slice of Life Challenge hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write & post each Tuesday and whole month of March. Come join us.
Thank you Kevin, for introducing me to plethora of experiences, including Two writing Teachers and connected learning MOOCs.
#SOL18 #CLMOOC
Mamma, Here For You
MAMMA, Here for YOU
Looking at you, I knew.
Did Something happened?
Did someone harmed you?
Did they let you go, at end of your first day?
What …. happened ….. I thought?
Who broke my bubbie’s hopes?
With tears held back,
You said:
“Mamma, the Boss’s Boss came & said
I am too young for the job”.
What can I say?
My heart ached for you.
Before I step forward & give you a hug,
You took charge,
Extended your hand, grabbed me for a hug
and said with a radiant smile
(reminding me of the sun peaking out from clouds
after torrential monsoon rain)
“Mamma, they did pay me.
Here. This is for YOU.
The $$ I made, my first pay.
Use them Only for You, I love you“.
I am sharing this post for Slice of Life challenge hosted by Two Writing Teachers . On Tuesdays, we write about small moments in life that brings us greater joys, at times sorrow and a meaning. You are invited to join too.
If I Die
If I Die,
Would you go on?
Like wisp of a willow
Or, would you hold together & Keep on walking
Keeping one foot in front of another
Till the day we meet again?
If you die,
Would I die with you?
Lost amid sea of life without my anchor?
Or would I gather the broken pieces of my heart
& keep on walking till I find you again?
Will we Perish or Go on?
We know the answer.
We will go on.
Yes,
at one time
we would have walked …..
barefoot over the desert of hot sand
to answer the call of each other
But No more.
Now, we have our kids to look after.