Summer days

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the last leg of the day

From summer of this year

Is the crisp warm evening sky

That will soon disappear.

 

Rituals of the warmth

Imminently to be replaced

In respect of the freeze

With cold, as days are laced.

 

As it had often been done,

A hop and a skip outside

Shall be a thing of the past

As, nervously  are huddled inside.

 

A lucky show of the sun

A shy sunny day, in between

The critters come out to play

And, nature does her preen

 

Seasons are a friend to all

Like shopkeepers doling out treats

The cycle slowly moves forward

We see our share of repeats

Parroted

There’s no other locution

Used more often

Reminiscing or speculating

Vocal or written

 

Life without regrets

Utopian at the least

But the joy it begets

Aspired and beseeched

if only.. translated

 

If only I did

If only I could

If only it were

If only he would

 

The hapless sighs

And the lost hopes

The wishful eyes

And incessant hopes

 

A prompt each day

 

 

 

Be you, be cursed

He just throws them

Like that

Humiliating

Belittling, trivializing

Words, sharper than sword

Churning in her mind

They wound her

Pecking away joy

Like a woodchuck

Until the final blow

Striking her down

Negativity cultivated

Cursed by all

From maternal

The heritage, ancestry

Spewed forth

The melancholy, he permeates

To his loved ones

The most loved

Word, with words, he strikes

Forever, mired in such

resentment. Be you, be cursed

The far away gaze ...

 

 

Into the horizon she gazed

Amidst the chaotic crowd

Transported to eons away

As for answers she scoured.

 

Burdens of thought pervaded

Not a moment of respite

There are lives to be saved

Not a day of plain old trite.

 

Amid the race to cure

There’s the other side

Responsibilities to kinfolk

That she needed to abide.

 

She was bound for prominence

Mundane life tied her down

Though pale in comparisons

In banality, she started to drown.

 

Untethered should have soared

Instead against the currents swims

Life is nothing, if not strange

Upheavals are created in a whim.

 

A sort of a tribute ... you know who you are ...

Pipedream

 

Half-baked lines

float around

I write one down

And blanks abound

 

A word stands out

I rush to make a verse

Stubbornly it resists

And, I take a recourse

 

Books and pens I buy

Dreaming a fresh start

But a few pages into

Nothing stands apart

 

I move my place

From work and home

Even a bookstore once

Thoughts continue to roam

 

Not a chance I have

To see through my dream

Of filling up my rhymes

In papers by the ream

 

Infliction

Addicted, I am to the thoughts

To the concept of suffering

 

Defiantly I resist all relief

Not to let go of the misery

 

In the filthy pool of self-pity

I wallow incessantly

 

I wait for the wave of tears

Between now and nether

 

Ridden in the guilt of joy

I refrain from the happy

 

Addicted I am to the pain

The soul wrenching kind

 

In reverence, a homage

Death beckons at will

The gentle souls fulfill

 

There’s an end, to everything

The precursor to a new beginning

 

Some things don’t make sense

Especially when all feel the absence

 

Inspiration he was for all

Humble beginning to top it all

 

On his toes, till the very end

The common he did transcend

 

Dreams and visions he installed

Legacies remained to be built

 

Sacrifices, he stirred in many

From nothingness, he taught plenty

 

For the children, a better morrow

A life of joy, bereft of sorrow

 

Ideas, he worked for, tirelessly

But destiny took him irreversibly

 

A fine citizen, a cherished president

Collectively a great loss evident

 

Mourned by his countless countrymen

His greatness hailed time and again

Adornment

 

The rays of sunshine

Dance with the leaves

A graceful rendition

A ballet of sorts

 

Shadowed amidst light

The foliage prance about

Breezed away gently,

By the summer wind

 

The elegance, the joy

The blissful trots  

The sparkling rays

The rustling trees

 

Operatic allegory

Of the unseen nature

Nestled within

The deep forests

 

No prying eyes

Just carefree abandon

The primal purity

And pristine grace

Mythical demesne

 

 

Resurrection begins in isolation

In werewolves and witches nation

 

Voodoo dolls are blinded aspiring

Nemeses begin their veering.

 

Hunted and branded they’re as fruitcake

Spells are chanted in heart break

 

Alone, they are left to face the facts,

Amidst scorpions, vermin and the bats

 

Perchance among mortals, they appear,

Ordered by the heads to cut off ears

 

An occasional sighting in the royal ball

Is enough to make the subject appalled

 

Persecution is all they have faced

From the face of earth, erased   

 

 

Sunday whirl

Legacy left behind

 

The rains, clouds and the roof,

The game of a lifetime

Merciless, the opponent

Obstacles continued to climb

 

Feels like no tomorrow

The sun shall not rise

Sinking feeling in the heart

Familiarities reprise

 

Dreaded destiny is brought up

Maturity is summoned

Tears are stemmed, through

The rough, emerges the diamond.

A day from the past, today

I seek ways today

To pay my tribute,

There seems no way

Attempts seem moot.

 

Stuck up and formal

The very word sounds

Not meant for you

Whose laughter abounds.

 

I think up rituals,

Ceremonies and rites

I plan to recollect all

Of the sounds and sights.

 

Nothing will bring you back

That hits me hard

No matter what I do

From life you are barred

 

The loss shall remain

The ache gnaws away,

Time lessens the pain?

But not like what they say.

 

Destiny and fortune, I

Seem to call out much,

For want of anything better

That will calm me much.

 

As long as I can

Smile at thoughts of you.

That shall be my homage,

From my heart comes true.

Remembering you, today and always... I pray, it stays that way  

Happy Birthday!

Exhausted essence

  

Aloof I want to remain

Ponder at the absurdity

Of the painful past

Of imminent adversities

 

Temporary, I deemed it,

But transient, it hasn’t been

Nary an up follows the down,

What am I supposed to glean?

 

Living is hard, I conclude

In reality, I shouldn’t carp,

Among privileged, I count me,

But, cannot stop this harp

 

The body of mine holds up

The broken down soul

When can I mend the tears

And become my old whole

Entwining comfort

 

 

Weaving quilts of memories

Heartfelt grains of joyous moments,

Splintered by ominous worries

Cracking open anxiety torrents

 

The feeling pervades the bones

Dubious qualms crawl within

Escaping the cynical tones

And let some bliss seep in

 

Collapsing in a huddle of thrill

Crowing in a collecting hurrah

Like the clay pot water’s chill

Life takes a welcoming yaw

 

Sunday Whirl

 

 

Debased

 

 

Raspy, I got today

Trying to instill

Come obedience

But was a tedious drill

 

In a high, I set out

With a bag of wins

Brought to my place

With quips that stings

 

A nobody that I am

Was made to realize

Somber the moment

When I was left to theorize

Fettered and free

 

 

Nervously I set out

To grab life by its horns

Changes that I envision

Are not without thorns

 

Puzzling, the actions seem

But that is just the way

Fearful, I admittedly am

Decisions, nothing shall sway

 

Lumped up life, I led

Unwavering the right course

Throwing caution to the winds

Freeing the shackles, I endorse.

Move on

Dead as doornail, my spirits are

Hunger for life, nonexistent by far

 

Threatening to stagnate, my days,

Unless mend, I did, my ways.

 

Blemished, as a consequence of past

Lopsided life was getting too fast

 

A commemorative to be erected

“Her life sapped, now corrected”

Spat with summer

The sun shines bright,

I am gray within

The breezy world beckons

My legs immovable lead

 

The cheery chirping

While I wallow in quiet

The joyous awakening

I choose to give a miss

 

I wait in patient gloom

For the apathetic autumn  

Mirroring my own ennui

Preview to the forbidden frost.

 

 The Tuesday Platform

"I had a lover's quarrel with the world."
- The epitaph on Robert Frost's grave.

Green elephant

 

There’s an elephant in the room.

And it can’t be seen

No matter how much you zoom

He is beyond the screen

 

There are squirrels in the nook

Rainbow birds kissing

But however hard you look

The elephant is missing

 

In the jungle thick and dense

The trees have been

Veiling. If you look in the distance

This elephant is green

 

 

A betrayal

I should show, not tell,

Feelings to be deciphered

Not said. I try to yell

But its eerily silent

 

It hurts and hurts bad,

Love shall heal, so will

time. There’s no salve

just emotions to distill

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

Time of life

Annoyed every morning,

At the recurrent pain,

Gnawing away the insides,

Seeking relief in vain.

 

Age is the cause,

But it gets hushed up,

The need to stay young

Necessitates cover up.

 

Like a switch turned on

The aches began to garner

Just as she went past

The proverbial corner.

 

Admittedly she did not

Look anything like old

But the body discerns,

The groans are foretold.

Short stint

 

Not so long ago

Your head fit in my palm

 

I look again today

My hands are normal

Far from gargantuan

 

I think I blinked

The customary forty winks

 

Where did time go

Was I enshrined

In suspended animation

 

Is the time continuum

Inflated exponentially

 

Age is just a number

While I stop tallying mine

You accumulate digits to yours

Gift of infatuation

 

Giddy with anticipation

Was a clichéd one-liner,

 

The lewdness of her gaze,

Wasn’t lost on her or others,

 

The craving was a frill

The lavishness a guilt,

 

Needless to say, she was

Just a slave to her desires.

 

Her heart was in tremor

And her head dizzy in excess

 

The day finally was here

It came packaged in white

 

As she pulled away the covers,

Revealing the shiny new gadget.

 

An attempt in stealth

From her loved ones

 

A lapse from prudence

For just this once.

In contentment, in joy

 

You, to be born tomorrow

Of me, mine shall be called

You shall bring me no sorrow,

As with you, I shall be enthralled.

 

As much a part of me, you are

Though seeds, I’d have sown,

Truth could be very bizarre,

You shall be of your own.

 

I shall bring you into the world,

I will wait to see your face,

And then let you free to unfurl,

Every bit will forever amaze.

Defiled

 

 

My sacred sanctuary

Away from the routine,

Unlike my crowd that

I think I fit in

Was violated beyond repair

Left with a gaping hole

 

Not so much a compunction

Not a sense of qualm,

Again my soul is stripped away

As I try, to move on, get a grip.

Baffling

I don’t get that about me

Unexpectedly I begin to rebel

Against the unfairness of it all

 

Right thing, I thought if I do,

Always of the virtue,

The evil bias shall not

Raise its iniquitous head.

 

That was not to be

Prejudicially, I was taunted,

The clicked lesson reinforced

 

Life is far from fair

 

Questioning the premise,

Gets me nowhere

Why doesn’t everyone

Live and let live