Wednesday, December 28, 2016


Dappled was the year past
I don’t care to elaborate
Looking ahead without bias
And, to not anything berate

The filthy shards of life
Are unsalvageable
While days are passed on
Maneuvering the rubble

Prompt: 3WW

Friday, September 16, 2016

Delicate, the equilibrium

The fragile balance of life
Yet again threatened
A firm and grave warning

The heated frenzy of action
Timely, we hope in anticipation
The answer arrives in the future

The pain, the suffering
The wounds, the dressing
Life moves in remediation

Therapeutic, the healing
The renewal, restitution
Cyclical is the motions

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Rise high

Dank my spirits
I refuse to let anything
Enabler of my destiny
In my step I will add a spring

Cinching contentment
Is an oxymoron
As I see it in print
I feel the derision

There’s a new dawn
I embrace in awe
As I move forward
I leave behind the hurrahs

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Wistful over wishes

Unabashedly I lay claim
On my spawn, my creation
Blinded by unconditional
Outpouring love without ration

Selfless, I deem to be
Putting others before me
In its wake, spiraling myself
Gnawed by guilt, I ain’t free

Winnowed by one and all
My days like all are numbered
I look forward to the time
I shall become unencumbered

Cliches and replays

I pen my thoughts

 And I pause to ponder

What I envision as poetry

Is a transcript of maunder

Clichés abound in volumes

Unspoken remain few

And, of banal verbiage

There are certainly a slew

There seems to run

A constant theme

If I were to start a clique

I’d call it a meme

If connected by words

My life would seem bleak

Figments it is after all

Into imagination, a peek

Building walls

Building a wall around

My swing of emotions

Impenetrable enclosure

Keeps away even oceans

Adept, I am getting to be

At hermit mentality

While attempts are a fail

To move away from banality

Nothing seems to dent

Nor create a notch

Such is the impassability

Will not dislodge

Sunshine and happiness

Are held at bay

Darkness in the confines

And in the soul weights

Heart cries out to be free

The brain holds back

The day shall come

When the wall shall wrack.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Glockenspiels and Jingle bells

Alone in a sea of few

People who love and care

I flaunted it in pride

And cause me more despair

When the tides turned

Crowds beseeched me

I seemed to belong

In company, I decried

Push away the proximal

Retreating within my shell

This subsistence will

Prove to be my death knell

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Wily words

A tart response to every word
Biting the tones, the undercurrent
This has what it's come to be
Life has turned out to be errant

Underhanded, the thoughts and ways
Devious plotting, forever hellish
Vindictive, if I begin to think
In its fumes, I will perish

There's a tomorrow, there's hope
Snap out, everyone will, of phases.
I pray that it happen sooner.
And, able I am to outmaneuver mazes.

I read me

Disappointments define me
Regrets reinforce it
As each day goes by
There is just more of it

Is it just a phase in my life
Am I not the one I used to be?
Toxic and negative now,
Does that describe me?

Is there a breaking point
Or one of no return
I day dream of such
And, of the end, I yearn

Monday, August 22, 2016

Spinning spiral of life

Out of the spinning spiral of life,

Stems the mist of muddled mix ups

Living with the constant ticking of time

I sometimes lose sight of the crux

Cringing within, at my dishevel,

I boot myself out of my stupor

To trim my toxic self-reproach

But misery is a constant intruder

Lifting my spirits seems futile

It is not for want of trying

Imprinted in my heart and soul

Is the incapability of striving

The hurt and the pain of the past

Shipped slowly at my core

While I moon at a moment of joy

Sorrow slowly begins its gore.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Murky muse

A tentative wobble toward
Joyous and content tomorrows
Initiated by shedding
The sadistic blows

As I scour my past,
For snippets of joy
I come to realize, pursuit
of happiness is a ploy

A ruse, after all, it is
Like those holidays
Created by Hallmark
Joy is indeed elusive.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Vague verve

A nebulous life we lead
the heart continues to bleed
Minor infractions are touted
And, feelings are largely flouted

Slick and oily, the emotions
In general, of values, an erosion
Bleak and dreary, does it look?
life is something we brook.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

A day in my life

I look around,
see the crowd
unconcerned as
they go about.

There's not a word,
A 'how are you today?'
A 'is everything well?'
is too much to ask.

All the dedication
the diligent support
Not a peep of
or appreciation

Why did I get made
the way I am
what genes got me
into this shape

I close my eyes,
just for a moment
I wait, I get nothing.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Burden of words

A sassy retort, a snarky snap,
A trigger the cause to all mishaps,
Quick to draw, throw an insult
With nary a though of the result

Biting remarks, bordering on rage
Pointing fingers and ripping rampage
Raw emotions and fury abound

The slurs he continues to pound

Friday, June 10, 2016

Mulling over melancholy

Years have passed to no avail
This past year, will however prevail
A bag of disenchantments dominate
As ways to get past, I ruminate
Not a single triumph to recall
Of misery, I seem to be in thrall
Little moments seemingly so
Even those have been a blow
How did I get myself into this rut
Of dread and dreary, entire gamut
Snap out of it one can; I used to say
Different altogether, when it’s my day
Persons, things and events,
Have contributed their contents
However hard, I seem to try
From its clutches, I can’t pry.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Yet again, gloom

I look at you, yes! You there
Is your life really simple
Are you devoid of worries
Or filled with chaos ample?
Outlandish, as it may seem
Mine has no prospects
Lack of hope charts it out
Gone are the happy aspects
Perplexed I am too, at this
But, misery continues to nibble
At my already broken spirit
My soul is now awfully brittle.

Thursday, June 2, 2016


I fear rejection
There I put in down in a paper
I bear not any malice
But I’d rather do without.
I conform to others’ views
In hope of inclusion
I stay away from states
Where I need to pick a side
I don’t act in rebellion
Nor pioneer any reverses
I wait and I view myself
As this life passes by
Even in poetry, I toe the line
Not me, to stray from the
Path of righteousness

Stranded on the shore

The misty horizon beckons
The deceptive spring day
Frolicking in the beach
I hoped to, but turned out gray
Amidst the teeth chattering chill
I still had my sweet way
Far into the frigid waters
I let the ways on me, play.
Life isn’t waiting for the calm
As goes the oft repeated cliché
Its dancing amidst the cold rain
Keeping it up, be it sunshine or nay.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Ruinous reign

A lethal combination
Of misconstrued communication
And petulant demeanor
Made up for a downer.
Between the two, there was
no love lost. Many a faux pas
Cringing at the conversation
Sneaking away in desperation
The maniacal accusations,
Heralding each other’s’ frustrations
Kook, one is berated as
And, so on goes the razzmatazz
Caught amidst the melee
Near and dear, enter the fray
Unpleasant are their ways,
Mired in the loveless life maze.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Wistful - a day on the beach

Spring seems to have glossed over
Of seasons, I have lost track
Missing is the clichéd may shower
While for the beach, today I pack
Sand under my feet, I can bear
Scorching nights will appear
I make it my mission to care
For a sense of disarray brings fear
Itching for the pleasant tropics
Willing to meander the trudge
A backyard destination, nothing exotic
In peaceful serenity, to indulge
Bells and whistles don’t matter
If only I could turn off my thoughts
On the sand, I stay splattered
Sans the glamor and the gloss
Forever the workhorse, that’s me
Harried life, a price that I pay
I look forward to a day by the sea
On this calm and gorgeous day.


Wednesday, May 18, 2016

I wait in hope

Giddy I am in anticipation
Of the enchanting day’s arrival
The joy I could not contain
For my love for him, was primal
Fanatical, in my preparations
I buzz around being busy
Every little bit, perfect for him
I drive myself into a frenzy
One thing makes it all worth
His look of love, with a yelp of delight
My heart swells in contentment
Everything else feels just trite.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Valued veneer

Cherished life I lead
Seemingly, from outside
Strong in the face of
It; adversity I scoff
I babble incessantly
Within my own entity
Prized be damned
Upright, I barely stand
The façade stays subtle
Through motions as I muddle
This life, I have conned
Survival I have spawned

El Yunque

Like a speck of dust,
On my messy table
I stand in awe at
The foothills of the mount
The enormity strikes
Spell bound, I remain
Multitudes of magnitude
I try to envision
Gentle giants they are
Staying put in peace
Letting life flourish
Standing tall, untouched
Refreshed and renewed
I head back home
The moment was the end
the beginning and all in between

Friday, May 6, 2016

A half-full realist

Laying under the stars,
A romantic notion,
While I explore and pursue
Alas, not come to fruition
That grass holds bugs,
Comes to mind
How about bears?
Chasing my behind
It could rain and pour
While I scramble for shelter
Or in summer nights
In torturous heat swelter
Seemingly is about the art of
In life, slowing down
But the pragmatic in me
Dismisses it with a frown

Tuesday, April 26, 2016


Love, the illicit kind
Scarcely, the legitimacy
Sneaking away is thrill
Heightens the intimacy
Pacifying the prying eyes
Playing hide and seek
The rage of stealthy hideout
For each other, thirst bespeaks
Covert, one tries hard,
Forbidden fruits tasted
Other throws caution to wind
In so many actions stated
In passion, oblivious
Surreptitious glances
A tryst into verboten
With blatant advances

Onward in Optimism

A melancholic day
It began in earnest
Anxiety and panic
The heat at its sternest.
Nimbly, I tried hard
To maneuver my day
Opaquely stared back
While options, I weighed
Doomed and bleak
Words popped in my head
Dismissing it away,
In hope, I march ahead

Irrational ire

Livid, he turned pale
Impolite words slipped out
Pounding on the frail
The evil he began to spout
In knotted anticipation
His subjects tremble in fear
As he flounders in frustration
The ambience is austere
No rhyme nor reason
Is seen in his outburst
Irrationality the season
To ambiguity, cursed.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

A perfect day

Halting my wavering mind
From its turbulent thoughts
I brought a flicker of joy
To my life’s, be it ersatz.
Elated, we set out in tandem
Reminiscing the days past
A good day in the repertoire  
Amid memories amassed.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Last Hurrah, or not

The innumerable photos,
The awed silence
The enthusiastic bravos
The victories of science
Milestones attained
By the human brains
Praises for each claimed
Reaching unknown terrains
To mars in a discount
Reusable rockets follow
Fascinating heights paramount
In success, mankind wallows.
Amidst all this gala
Unseen, unheard the ones,
They, with unbridled talent
Mostly facing the shuns
Fading into oblivion
The many worker bees
With not even a mention
They ready for a reprise

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Savored sustenance

Concocted, a meal
Prepared in great pomp
Traditional menus created
In a jiffy, bowls are filled.
The courses are many,
Flavors, loads of them  
Tangy, tart and spicy
Sweet, ripe and mellow.
Elaborately served in
The majestic banana leaf
In grace, it is served.
In artful sequencing
For each, a place and
Rightfully so. The flavor
Smacking deliciousness
Of gastronomic chow

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

In search of sagacity

A novice, I remain in
The field of life, day by day
I continue in my quota
Of apprenticing. Forever,
Or so it seems.
Age, a number I rack up
But wisdom, does it bring
Remains to be seen. I
Lay in wait for the
Epiphany, days of gray hair
Becoming of the learned.

A flowery tale in heirlooms

The Canterbury bells ring
every day at four o' clock
when the lassie panting
in a baby’s breath
fox gloved and in cotton
run across being
love in a mist, awaiting
the lads, prim in their
bachelor’s button, for the
the customary rite of love
in the morning glory
of the day after
black eyed Susan vine
remained a wallflower
in the Chinese houses
while the bells of Ireland
rang in the cosmos.

Monday, April 4, 2016


At arm’s length, I place
The many who seek me out,
There are an elite few
Closeness I can tout
Uncomfortable in proximity
I need my distance
No matter the reason.
This defines my existence
A step forward, if one takes
Instinctively I step back
Familiarity bounces off me
While I stay wrapped in a mack

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Three obsessions

A fixation to happy endings
In movies, I see. visions of cheer
Neatly tied up in bows
A fascination for storage I
Seem to harbor. Deep down
Within, everything I enclose
A passion for memories, the
Mania for photographs, frozen
In moment are the laughs


You can do no wrong
In my books, at least
In a pedestal I place
You, the highest among
Flawless, in demeanor
The flawed are others
Not a speck of dust
In your spotless life
It is just a game
They all seem to say
At the top echelons
You always stay
Stoic and solid, you
Barge ahead in grace
Accepting defeat in
Same breath as victory
Lasting, your legacy
Shall remain. A spot
In the world’s history
At the very lonely top.
Prompt courtesy:

Saturday, April 2, 2016

He said.. She said, they concurred

He said that life was meant
To be lived in the slow
Making memories not money
And not collecting baggage to tow.
She said, nothing short
Of a rat race, life was
Milestones to attain
And no time for a pause
He saw the beauty
In the mundane things
He promised to be the
Wind beneath her wings
She raced past in
Her dogged pursuit
Deserved accolades
And gaining her repute
Comfortable in their
Own unique skin
No place for conflicts
To idyll, their life was akin.

Chip of the block

A little bit of both
I am, I have heard
My father stands tall
My mother in gird
Of the same mold
And chip of the block
I seem to be of my
Parents, in chock
What I shall become
Shall feature me
The launch pad is
Solid, as it can be
The lessons are from them
Theirs, the values imbibed
Gently propping me up
While victories to me ascribed

Prompt Courtesy: NaPoWriMo,net

Friday, April 1, 2016

The beginning

Launching my pursuit
With zeal and passion

Friday, March 18, 2016


Memories flood our eyes
The heart doesn’t play nice
Stories pour out today
Just the same as every day
Of this tiny being, who
Brought moments, a slew
The distance now exists,
The bond, however persists.
Not a day goes by
in recollection, we don’t sigh
Days into months and years
We await, holding back tears
The yearning still lingers
Refusing to ever wither
Our arms ache to hold
And, his joy to behold

Monday, March 14, 2016

The battle’s begun

The innocent face
Looks at me in faith
I let him down
wont emerge unscathed
the world got to him
before I could
leaving wounds
heal, no salve would.
Before the race,
Began, was snuffed
Out and screened,
Treated with unjust.
Life ,I have heard
Is always unfair
To my little being,
Explain I wouldn’t dare
Break barriers
Rewrite destiny,
He shall, with the
grace of almighty.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Silence? relatively ..

A piercing screech
of incessant chatter
Baring souls, heart
in naked banter.

The words burn on
my poor brain
obey my commands
it seems to refrain

White noise, in effect
nothing but that
polluting my little
serene habitat

Sunday, February 28, 2016


Maybe I can be sad
Said a three year old
Wise beyond his years
With words profound
From tomorrow I
Try to barter and probe
Like the little boy from
The other side of the globe
He rewards me with
A million watt smile
Today is for us to live
Tomorrow away by miles
It may turn out
Great, bright and cheery
Not like what I feared
Not dark or dreary

(dedicated to a very important little one, who has enriched my life beyond words)

Looking within, letting go

I flutter above
Suspended animation
I oft state
I want to watch
Myself go by
I await completion
Of a well put day
Instead of a chaotic
Mad rush of
Surrounds my
every move
every step of mine
fumbles and slips
I fool myself
Of being settled
Far from it! Very!

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Enveloped in love, strangely ...

Limp with overwhelming
Gratitude and joy
Marveling at all the
Love pouring in deluge
With not a hateful bone
None of any spite even
A day and people
Filled with pure love
Unlike any other
Today was different
Just a warm blanket
Of much needed affection

Silent love

Oh you, I remember everyday
Beside you, I sit to converse
Without you, tears will flow
If only, time, I could reverse
Today, the first of the rest
Of my life, as I begin
Milestones none, void many
Just a series of has-beens
Little does one know, I
Walk in silent love
Burying regrets within
Hearing you, from up above.
(Self commemoration for the birthday, a milestone one...maybe)
Walt Whitman’s Leaves of grass, 1900
“O you who I often and silently come