Midnight Poets Quest ~ Special Selections Entry 4

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The Dragonfly

Lost in green’s, lost in the beauty so vast,

You try to get a glimpse, my wings flutter so fast,

Folklore’s stories, what all have you heard,

Everything but the truth, everything absurd…


Trapped in your bottles, being your best friend in the younger days,

Tricks up your sleeve to catch me, you’d find newer ways,

The joy on your face, the twinkle in your eye,

The way you’d jump when I’d fly by…


Oh I’d do anything, to make you my only friend,

Trapped in your glass bottles, even though it was the end,

I’d dance and sway and flutter my rainbow wings,

I’d see my reflection in your eyes, you were always my king…


My wings you would caress, colours you’d admire,

My eyes you would look into, my life you would desire,

And in the green, among the beauty so vast,

You made me feel pretty, you’d hold me so fast…


And when you plucked my wings, I never felt the pain,

I’d scream with joy, feel beautiful, feel vain,

My colours on your fingertips, and I would cry,

You make me feel so wanted, I’d give up the urge to fly…


Without my wings, I’d still flutter in your glass jar,

Your astonished eyes make me forget all my scars,

And with my last breath, I would admire myself in your eyes,

So what if you destroyed me, you made me feel beautiful inside…


To the world I was ugly, just another winged fly,

Shunned away lonely, lost in a corner I’d cry,

But to you I was beautiful, the twinkle in your eye,

And just so that you don’t forget me; my name is Dragonfly.


By Shobhita Singh Parmar

Midnight Poets Quest ~ Special Selections Entry 3

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बचपन के सुने आंगन की चारदीवारी में
दो कौतुहल आँखों से उम्मीद को उतरते देखा,
पारदर्शी पंखो से सजे, किसी परीलोक के दूत सा
कुछ रंगीन किरणों की चमक आँखों में बसा
एक अल्हड़ बेल की छोर पे जा बैठा ड्रैगनफ्लाई
किलकारी की छ्टा सी बिखर गयी बादलों में
इन्द्रधनुष के तार भी छेड़ गया खयाली, फिर …
भाग छू लेना चाहा था मैंने, मेरे बचपन को …

By Mr. Amit Sinha


Midnight Poets Quest ~ Special Selections

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The Dragonfly

There is no beauty
In your mesh-like wings
Or the hollowed body
That writhes at the mercy
Of whims of the air.

Your irritating noise!
It buzzes like a conundrum,
It is a noise, that does not stand apart from the noise of the world…

I have seen many like you,
They stand in groups,
Around the houses of rich,
Or are standing in posh porches,
Sneering at the life…

They are constantly pursued,
By demons of their worries,
Or are drunk and scattered,
In corners of a roadhouse…

People like you are violent successes,
That plunge into the abyss,
Faster than they rise,
Or they are those perfect failures,
Garbed in cloaks of their incomplete, desperate, annoying excuses;
For “perfection”…

What is so unique,
About you?
Only that you can wish to sit and settle,
Fly away remorseless,
Upon a whim,
As soon as you are satiated,
Become insatiable…

I see you every morning,
In the hollows,
Around my vacant eyes…

What is the difference between you and me?
We both are noisy nothings,
Of a world noisier than us;
We both are choked,
With need for stability…

What is the difference?

You are what I am;

By Mohita Raghav

The Dragonfly ~ By, Parvaneh Eshghi

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This beautiful frame of “Poised” by Rochana Deb, is on its way to you! 

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The Dragonfly

I remember so vaguely,

Your caramel skin,

Like mine,

Delicate hands with elegant fingers,

Showing me,

Showing me so many things,

Crouched down,

To compensate your tall frame,

With my littleness…



Smooth rocks,

Nature in your warm hands,

Generously transferred,

To my inexperienced clumsy ones,

You brought the world,

Close to me,

Into the frame of my small life…

But the most etched in my memory,

Is the day you held,

With delicacy,

A pulsating,


Vivid dragonfly,

Teetering on your finger,

Holding it with a fragility,

That I will cherish forever,

Your caramel skin heightened,

Through the transparent, multi-coloured wings,

Taking on the hues of nature,

Steady elegant hand,

Even calmer under her vibrations,



A sparkling fluttering heartbeat,

With such care…

(I adored you so back then)

I have not seen you since,

But I love you,

For your transparency,

And fragility,

Your embodiment of nature,

And for having held my teetering heart,


So delicately,

With such care…

By Parvaneh Eshghi


A complete exercise in poetic simplicity and poise, the rendition of a memoir, in such gentle articulation; every word falls upon the reader like a raindrop. An ode, a tribute, a panegyric  so deeply felt has been penned down here effortlessly it seems; while every word seems to flow with grace, painting a visual so lucid yet so beautiful.

The beginning holds a perfect introduction to our subject here “the dragonfly”, which has been brought in with subtlety and care enough, to not overplay its presence. The semblance and the relationships between the poet’s mother and Mother Nature as well as the dragonfly and the poet’s heart have an endearing character to them and add warmth to the poem.

The poem holds together two subjects of deep longing and love by the string of a memory; the memory of a dragonfly and the poets reflection of a moment lost in time, but preserved in thought, and now, ink.

~ InkBlood, Midnight Poets Quest – May 2013