Friday, April 19, 2013
Triplets on Observation - Creative Challenge #246
Monday, December 10, 2012
Despair
Surrounds my life.
Everything seems to be
Yet its too much for me.
Driving far but getting nowhere,
Doing a lot yet seemingly undone,
Working, or so the tired bones whisper,
Repeating, everyday the same way.
Dark, dreary and rushed,
Yet mundane mornings,
To wake up to.
And tired evenings
When the mind just falls off
Without Knowing
Into a fitful,
Dreamy yet dreamless sleep.
Waking inevitably to the call
Of things to be done
Of lists to get through
Talking seems a waste
Cause nothing gets understood
Nothing is worthy of being understood
Maintaining a resentful silence
Breathing deep to keep the peace
Restlessness bothers the whole being.
A lull exists,
In the chaos of change
Lost destinations, unmapped territory
Invisible despair shows
Through unseen spirit
Hunched over, hugging knees
Keeping together
Whats left of me.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Letter from a Mother
No amount of hurrying will lessen that time.
I know you dont want to listen
It matters not how many adult words you use
but how many touched your soul
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Creative Challenge #218 - Hot
Cane juice and watermelons,
Sugar-palm fruits and buttermilk.
You walk by, Cool as a cucumber
Holding me with a smoldering look
My quenched thirst , thirsts again.
Saunter through here for more CC #218
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Creative Challenge #214
Salt the simplest of flavours,
Most basic of condiments.
What would life be, without Salt?
Salt, like People,
Hold personalities of their own.
Some are kosher, some not.
Some Flaky, fall off before you eat.
Some Earthy, a pinch in a drink,
Cramped muscles, ease from the brink.
Powdery, jacks of all trade,
yummy curries are made.
Crystalline, quite set in its way,
Sculptured lamps in exotic ways.
With salt, Were discovered lands across the sea;
With salt, Gandhi made History;
With salt, Trade routes born;
With salt, Superstitions are borne
Sharing salt makes a loyal friend
Throwing salt over the shoulder, keeps the devil at bay.
Marking salt around a place, protection from evil.
Offering salt, shouldnt pour from hand to hand but picked up.
Salts, on People,
Flow through a sweat of metaphors
Warriors, battle with the salt of honour.
Sages, wise with salt of truth.
Sportsmen, win with the salt of practise.
Lovers glisten with salt of passion.
Farmers smile with salt of toil.
All of us, The Salt of the earth.
Salt, the simplest of flavours,
Most basic of condiments.
Salt, beats blandness out of Life.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Creative Challenge #213 - Aqua
Crater Lake, OR, USA.
Famous world over
Known with different Names-
Apas, Aqua, Ab, Eau, Mizu
Neeru, Paani, Taneer, Vada
Wearing different costumes-
Clouds, Hail, rain, snow and steam
Your tender touch, soaks our earth
Quenching our thirst.
Cradling civilizations,
Then and Now
Your presence, a perfect yin-yang
Giver,
taker
and sustainer of life
Water.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Ease - Creative challenge #204
She lives up to her name
With a warm, sunny disposition
Warmth oozed from her with ease
In the reach of her hand
And the touch of her palm
In the tilt of her head
And the smile of her eyes
In the lilt of her voice
And the pout of her lips
Her face, a mirror to her soul
What she felt showed.
So if you saw her cold,
And feel unease,
Learn to see,
Through her eyes.
You will find,
A mile of unresolved thoughts,
A horde of un-forgiven deeds,
A hive of unforgotten trespasses,
With, layers of analysis, to get through.
For all her easy warm summers
There are those eerie winters.
So if you profess to love her
Remember to be the summer in her winters
And keep her warm with ease.
Monday, May 7, 2012
I am here
As much as I care about you.
As much as I love you.
As much as I enjoy doing things for you.
As much as I wish to erase the things that hurt you,
I cant.
I see the tear line your eyes.
And let my tears flow, in your stead.
While I will you strength, to carry on.
Hoping, you know I am here,
No matter where you are,
I will be thinking of you.
Its all I can do for you.
Ghosts of past love
Would you evaporate,
Like the mighty mists under rising sun?
If I ignored you some more
Would you disintergrate
Like the nightmare I woke from?
If I ignored and deny ignoring you
Would you become a secret part of me
I would never know exists,
Yet, comes out every once in a while,
To haunt my seeming existence?
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Creative Challenge #198-Dormant
With all the dormant guilt
If I had a planet, built
It would be so heavy,
The solar system will need a levee
To stave off, its sinking pull.
My spirit wasn’t dead but quiescent
While he thought it deficient
A few years under his thumb
My spirit, felt like pond scum
That stuck under a wandering shoe.
There was latent rage
That was difficult to assuage
I stored it all, like white phosphorous
Waiting for ignition, was torturous
Relieved, as fire burned his world to ashes.
Monday, March 12, 2012
I see You
On my walk this morning,
A tree stared at me.
“I see you” it whispered
Asked me questions,
I didnt want to answer.
We starred at each other
For a while
Not wanting to be defeated
By its stare
I took its mugshot,
A proof of its rudeness
Saved for posterity
Captioned “I see you too!”
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Creative Challenge #192 - Poem
When I stand before you
Alone in our alone-ness
I suffer a sensory overload
Your eyes drown my thoughts
Your voice entices my being
Your lips make me yearn
Your hands make me yield
What I hold dear
My sanity, becomes insane
In that moment,
who I am, is forgotten
My mind's map becomes invisible
My voice is lost in silence
A part of me is torn
Between wanting to be Me
And melding with you, in one-ness .
Holding on to the tiny sliver of sanity
I turn my back and walk away.
When the distance blurs you
From my sight,
I sit down and pour what I feel,
On to parchments, of verse, prose or imaginings.
Friday, February 3, 2012
That kind of day
Its that kind of day
When life goes its own way
The Coffee had salt
I swear, it wasnt my fault
The knife fell on its tip
And my toe it did nip.
Hot oil flew out of the wok
Burning a hole in my sock
Dinner was charred
Shiny utensils, marred.
My brain took a walk
Lost its way back to the skull dock.
Its been that kind of day
I hunker and hope it doesnt stay.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Societal Heydays
In Her heydays
When power she could sway
She said “Boys will be boys”
When her son looked up the skirt.
When he stabbed the family cat.
When he slapped his sister for disobeying him.
In Her heydays
When power she could sway
She said “Girls ought to be like Girls”
Encouraging her daughter to act coy
Never to oppose the authority of the Male
Never to speak her mind, leave alone act on it.
In Her heydays
She let the son explore freedom with Freedom
She arrested her daughter with Honor
Son, the Heir, here to stay;
Daughter, the Honor, to give away.
In the Now.
She watches her life’s work unravel
As the Heir imprisons Honor,
In the name of freedom
She inherits the prison and loses Her honor.Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Dear Child
Dear Child,
I know you want to grow up
Grow up as fast as you can
Yet, I ask you
To use this as a lesson in patience
Growing takes time
There will be times when you grow on the outside
And times when you grow on the inside
Both are needed
No amount of hurrying will lessen that time.
I know you want to talk like older people
Use words that they use
Yet, I ask you
To not tax your tongue
Into saying what you dont understand
Words are precious and powerful
Take your time learning the words,
Learning their meanings,
So you can really mean what you say.
I know you want to look like an adult
Wear clothes like them
Yet, I ask you
To think through before you dress
Ask yourself -
Am I comfortable in these?
Is this appropriate for the occasion?
As sad and unfair as it is, clothes do make a (wo)man
Doors open or shut depending on what you wear.
I know you dont want to listen
To parents, when you have friends
Yet I ask you to stop and listen
Listen to the love and concern in their voices and words
Listen to their knowing of the world around you
They have experience, you havent yet earned.
They have lived longer than you, learned a thing or two
You dont have to do like they did
But stop and have a conversation with them.
When all is said and done
It matters not how fast you grew
but how steady a person you are
It matters not how many adult words you use
but how your words made the other feel
It matters not how fashionable you were
but how elegant your spirit is
It matters not how many friends you have
but how many touched your soul
It matters not if you didnt do what your parents did
but how well you did what you do
Its about how tall you can stand
When there is no applause.
Loving you always,
Your Mother.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Five Liner - Dreaming or Waking
Dream, we wake from,
Knowing it was a Dream.
Life, we never wake from,
Never knowing it was a Dream.
Existence - Waking and dreaming seemlessly.
In my Dreams
In my dreams,
The world is Green
With so many streams
Trees rustle and preen.
Hearts are Warm
Gentle winds in the Palm
Night stars shine bright
People shine their light
Such wondrous dreams, I dream
In my dreams
Lives filled with love
Kindness rides on the wings of dove
Passion in every hearts cove,
Humanity reigns every soul
Children and elders part of a whole
Youth, hardworking and fair
Truth, every soul does share.
Such wondrous dreams, I dream
Each time I wake
I sigh, knowing it was a dream
Wishing never to wake
The next time I dream.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Creative Challenge #157 - Undeniable
In Noise and Numbness,
In our imagined Powerlessness
Lies the camouflage for lies,
For All of the lies, one buys.
We struggle and refuse to be
In the silence of our being
For if we did
Undeniable, would be Truth
Frolicking in eternal youth.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Creative challenge #152 - Repose
I had to try out this format so here I am. Hope you enjoy it. Thank you Tim(aka Gileson). I am borrowing your explanation of the format.
Tetracty is a poetic form consisting of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys can also be reversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1. Double Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1 Triple Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
Closed
Mine Eyes
Dream in peace
Cozy my heart
As tranquility flows, into our world.
Sleeps a child, cuddly soft, awakening
heavens around,
Bliss is mine
As I
Sleep.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Creative Challenge #150 - The Fine Me.
Everyone says I am fine,
But I hear the difference
In the tone of their voice
And, I see different
In the hold of their shoulders.
Everyone says I am fine
But I feel the difference
In their step as they walk
And, I know different
From the waterline in their eyes.
I remember Me,
When my voice was fine
But I wasnt.
When my shoulders slouched
Yet I kept a straight spine.
When with each step,
I heaved a black hole.
When my eyelashes leveed
To hold the waters in.
Everyone says I am fine,
While I know different,
Letting them Be.
