Clandestine

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

 

April 20, 2016 – 3WW (Pacify, Rage, Scarce)

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

 

April 13, 2016 – 3WW (Melancholy, Nimble, Opaque)

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.

 

 April 6 2016 – 3WW (Impolite, Knotted, Livid)

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.

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

 

Poetic Asides Prompt Day 13

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

 

Prompt courtesy: NaPoWriMo.net

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.

 

Poetic Asides Prompt

A flowery tale in heirlooms

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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

kiss-me-over-the-garden

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.

 

 

Prompt courtesy: NaPoWriMo.net

Distance

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

 

Poetic Asides Prompt

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

 

Poetic Asides Prompt

Luminary

 

 

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: NaPoWriMo.net

 

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.

 

Poetic Asides Prompt

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

The beginning

Launching my pursuit

Poetic
With zeal and passion