A science poem

Atoms and molecules
Are the building blocks
Holding together they
Are of the earth’s stocks.

Combining in ways,
Beyond human’s claims
They get bent in shape
To fulfills its many frames

Anything that exists
Does so, just because
Mushrooming together
Atoms got on the cause

90 naturally and 25 more
Just that few, we wonder
If they are matter,
from atom they occur

Tallied

Honestly I led my life
Righteous path followed
Harsh was the return I faced
When I entered the hallowed

‘Why’’ I now begin to ask
Did I not sway or stray
Why are the good guys
Always the ones to pay

Isn’t there the universe
Keeping the clichéd tally
Aren’t the debauched
Meant to suffer their folly.

Divulgence

A wallflower is what I see

When I think of me

In my childish mind,

There isn’t another way to be

 

Blend in, I was told

A lesson reinforced

Never to stand out,

Moderation was enforced.

 

Now, leading my own

I don’t snap out of it

Living in hesitancy

I scarcely subsist

Damages

Life, as I know, is broken
Without a means to mend

Days go on just a token
No joy to nurture or tend

Dull and gray everything seems
Without a hope to clutch on

Not a ray of bright gleams
Nor hopes of a dazzling dawn

Spring-ter

The wait has been long
For the hues to burst out
The pinks and the pastels
Are delayed beyond doubt

Holding to its last leg
The toothless frigid frost
Let go, if it doesn’t
Our spring could be lost

Winter and summer alone
Cannot hold the balance
The moderates play their part
Even if there isn’t valiance

How I wish to write

Words, they elude me,
But I chase them down
Then I set them free,
To take a life of their own

Verses I pen many,
Just for the love of them
But I do have an envy
For the impactful poem

I wish and sigh
And sit down to write
I will continue to try
Till I get it right

Occupation action

Setting out at oh-dark o’clock

Many a hour, I daily log,

Sitting for long amidst machines,

To the outcome, they are the means.

 

In a paper forest, I subsist

Figures are all that exist

Spreadsheets come in handy,

Reports, I make them dandy.

 

Formulae are copious in numbers

Volume in billions, no encumbers

Though all that matters is speed,

Accuracy is a pressing need.

 

Tickers and trades roll by

With regulations to comply,

The closing bell now has rung,

But I am far from being done.

Cosseted

 

 

Flimsy were his excuses,

All options were rebuffed,

Futile were the reassurances,

As he walked off in a huff.

 

Tense the scene seemed,

As more tantrums thrown,

His little world fell apart,

Signs of hunger were shown.

 

A hearty meal was had,

All was well once more,

There were still some things

He needed his mommy for.

 

 

A dare poem

As meek as I am

I am up for a dare,

 

Never the one to miss

No matter how I fare

 

This month of spring,

A deadline I have set

 

To slow down, to pause,

Of little things not fret

 

The venture to brave

To triumph over fear

 

To embrace the water

In swimming persevere

 

For across from the dread

is everything I desire

Sunshine and strawhats

Temperatures aren’t in the teens

Days aren’t short nor light scarce

Frigidly, the months aren’t spent

Plans, the blizzards don’t thwart

 

Hues of nature, aren’t many

Crisply chill, mornings aren’t

Leaves aren’t falling in hordes,

Skies don’t bring out torrents.

 

On the other hand …

 

Longing, basking is done,

Pools and beaches swarmed

Heat is all that’s around

The occasional day is stormed.

 

NaPoWriMo.net Prompt for Day 1

Break up

 

 

She poured her heart out,

Vilely she wanted to let it out,

All the pent up emotions,

She just wanted to spout.

 

He stood in callous calm

Her cries weren’t heard,

Moved on, he had for long,

A sense of loss never occurred.

 

A sad ending imminent,

As they went their ways,

She had never been his,

He never let go his space.

 

She had held on to him

He was her first love

Patiently she waited

Is spite of his heartless shove

 

It was time, she  knew,

Her heart would never mend,

Though love begot hate,

Not a thing would she amend.

Venerable vegetable

A stroll in my garden,
Past the lush and lively beds
The sustenance of humans
The greens and the reds.

Flowers bloom as they do,
But what makes me glad,
Is the freshest of produce
The healthiest of spreads.

Bell peppers and tomatoes
Lettuce, Spinach and beans,
There?s Zucchini and squash
And pumpkin in the scenes.

Okra in bunches stand tall
Eggplant shows its hue
Radishes in white and red
Beets and berries in blue.

Varied in shapes they are
With the seasons, they grow
Sized in miniature to large,
Their grandeur they show.

A day I overlook their care
They shrivel and give out,
A little love and warmth
In leaps and bounds, sprout

A departure poem

A departure from routine
I sought for long

When the day was here,
I was forlorn

All I had wanted was to
Lay in peace

But worrying about life, I
Wasn't able to cease

With a burden of thoughts
I left home

A new land, far away, I
aimed to roam

In a few days, I returned
To my domain

The yearning for a holiday
does not wane.

A machine poem

I dream of laying

Under the clear blue sky

Opening the blinds

I stay put, wonder why

 

Lodged between the

Couch and the chair

The TV and the PC

Causing technology wear

 

Mechanical, life is now

Dulling the general pace

Paying the huge price

My entire being is debased

Secret

My door shall not open
You have to stop with the chivy
My space is just mine
No one shall be privy
Mysteries may lie within
That need no elucidation
I can have my skeletons
You daren't seek justification.
There shall be no interference
My life is mine to lead
Curiosity is an innate fetish
But yours, I refuse to feed.

Glitter and gleam

 

The roof of my room

Gets blown away

As I get to slumber

Glimmers come my way

 

I gaze in rapt attention

At the gray black skies

They seem to send a message

Of twinkle, in the guise.

 

I pick out the clusters

I join up some shapes

Amidst the fullness

I see all the gapes.

 
NaPoWriMo Day 2 Prompt
 

Resist no more

Fly, soar, in the vast skies,
Shedding the shackles
Sans inhibitions
A recurrent dream of mine

Bogged down by the
Insurmountable weights
Of the daily drudge

Gravity pulls me down
While I irrationally gravitate
Toward the utopian paradise

The urge to run amok
In unbridled joy
Overbearing in its charm

The perfect moment
When I shall be free
A defiant chase toward
Resisting the routine

Fatuous fright

 

I frisk and frolic in oblivious disarray

Ablaze in the irresponsibility of youth

 

Deep within lies the fear of aging

Concealed well, though are its signs

 

Rabid in the horror of the fated

The imminent fallacy of being dated

 

In the present not deemed to be

Beyond the brooding, unable to see