Cusp of seasons?

It is threatening to rain,
Dark clouds covering sun’s glare,
The day just lost its luster,
Gray can never surpass the shine.

Isn’t it still summer?
Where did seasons go?
Are the leaves ready to fall?
And, rains waiting to pour?

In the cusp of seasons,
Oscillating from cold to warm,
Can I still wait in anticipation,
Of a hot day, before moving on?

Din in the train

As I sit in the train,
Watching people go by,
Detachedly I strain,
To hear words floating by,

“Why, Mummy, why?”
I hear a little whine,
“when can we see the sky?”
I then hear a sigh of resign.

Hushed laughter spots,
A loud bellow interrupts,
An instrument melody waltzs,
A harmonious song erupts.

A soft purring snore,
A whimper and a cry,
A boy practising his roar
And a conversation gone awry.

As I slowly alight,
With a smile, slightly sly,
I witness a wordy fight.
And I wonder, should I spy?

Sounds at work

The gentle whirr of the AC
Monotones like the waves of sea.
The CPU buzzes on in pace,
Voices in subdued tones and bass.

The clicking of keys all through,
Everywhere these sounds imbue,
Whistling and humming I hear,
I try to guess who, before they appear.

Conversations, now are a lull,
Over their tasks, as they mull.
A moment of pause to take it all in,
A day of work, thus shall begin.

Elated!

With mixed emotions,
From across the miles,
Across seven oceans,
My heart breaks out in smiles,

Day of celebration,
For a very special one,
Joyous jubilation,
All previous ones’ outdone.

Someone very dear,
Always in my heart,
I wish I could be near,
With joy share my part!

Happy Birthday!!!

Departed

It was a wrong number that started it
The collapse of their resolve,
The paranoia of death,
The terror of vulnerability.

The telephone rang thrice, in the dead of night,
The darkness accentuating fear,
The dread of bad news,
Amplified by obscurity,

They had loved her with a love, that was so much more,
Their nana she was,
Forever old,
Loved by all,
A guiding light,
Enduring pillar of love,

A return call at night, to her humble abode,
All but did the deed,

She was no more….

Acclamations

Eulogized deservingly, he was,
His greatness – he was human,
Share of flaws, amidst perfection,
Immortalized for being mortal.

Persevere, he did well,
Humble, amid greatness,
Unflinching in dedication,
Devoted to his job, he was.

His past preserved forever,
To annals of history, he moved.
Born into prominence,
Earn it, he seemed to!

Amongst life’s events,
He drew his strengths,
His greatness – he was human,
Eulogized deservingly, he was!

Tribute to a city

The golden grandeur
Majestic structures,
Fantastic facades,
Of impressive edifices.

In its peak of glory,
Flourishing prosperity,
Once that there was,
Seemed to vanish in a flash.

Fractured buildings,
Surfaced with wounds.
Broken pavements lined,
With dried up gardens.
Was it the pain of progress?
The modernization protocols,
The larval metamorphosis
Of shedding old for new, rather.

Grandeur back in display,
Resurfacing affluence.
The noisy lavishness
In the tread of evolution.

Origin as a humble hamlet
Surging on to a urban hub,
From ancient to modern,
Eternal in its undying spirit.


Inspired by: Forwards

Abandon!

The sign on the wall reads
Loud and clear is the message,

Quit now
Quit now

When the going hasn’t toughened,
When the stakes are low,

Quit now
Quit now

When the road hasn’t forked,
When choices aren’t hard

“Do I?”

Then the inner voice speaks up,
Don’t quit!
It whispers in encouragement,
Don’t quit!
The fruits of labor are sweet!

FIVE!!!

Five wonderful years,

Five fold happiness,

Five better than the best,

Five times the success,

Five, a milestone to cross!

Radiant blooms

Graceful with beauty,
Until the day of decay,
A riot of pinks

Pictures courtesy - a friend!

Consequence

Hours of hardwork bide,
Disappointments in its stride.
Stumbles are brushed off
Failures are met with a scoff,
Perseverance had payback,
Getting back on track,
Words fail me today,
Sense of relief I display,
The outcome reinforces,
Optimism it endorses.
The journey began well,
Hope to end it swell!

Carry On Tuesday

When a journey begins badly it rarely ends well

Naissance

I shed happy tears today,
I look on with a heavy heart,
I feel a lump in my throat,
But what do I really know?

An end of a chapter, is it?
A fresh new start, maybe.
To greener pastures, I hope
May success follow I pray!

Hard decisions like these,
Bravery to take the plunge,
Freedom, it shall be
But no rest for the weary,

Livelihoods come and go,
Looking back at this day,
I hope will be noted,
As the birth of something new!

An orb of love

A tiny ball of fuzz
Tugging the heartstrings,
Everyone’s heart it captures,
And as adorable, it qualifies.
Symbiotic exchange of love,
Charmingly it executes,
Devotedly it will follow,
The friendship unbreakable,
Strong she is, as her name.
Gentle demeanor,
Fierce in affection,
Here I shall stop,
Lest I jinx the bond,
To wonders created,
Lola, you will march on!

a tribute to a friend's friend....

Lament

Lamenting her loss, he was,
Days as he knew, had gone awash,
Life was beginning to take a pause,
All his dreams instantly quashed.

Not so long ago, she was a stranger,
Their lives were never to meet,
But fate is a peculiar arranger,
Fatality, to them, was the cheat.

“We think we know the ones we love,”
More than once, he was told,
Abruptly, life can cause a shove,
Her lifeless form, in his enfold.

Style of Poetry: Monody

Legend of love

Perched on the post
By the edge of the path
Eyes far away to the coast,
Looking out for nature’s wrath.

Awaiting the loved one,
Anticipation, tied her in knots,
Anxiety getting her undone,
It was a mix of ‘nots’.

Thunderstorms looming by,
Roughing up the sea with waves,
Tides closing in, quite high.
All this, she well braves.

A flash of lightning struck,
Coloring up the darkened sky,
Pray, she did for a stroke of luck,
Waiting for this to pass by.

Sea turned a fiery gray,
Shadowed by dusk and rains,
Hues of blue went away,
Beach was stained with remains.

Her beloved was in it somewhere.
She sobbed, ‘he’s just in his prime’
pleading, to God, in despair,
as she heard the church bells chime.

Wafting strains of the piano,
The sound brought tears,
Accompanying melody of soprano,
Washed away her fears.

Slowly the skies cleared,
And quietened the sounds,
His tired shadow afar appeared,
Her joy then, knew no bounds!

A tribute to the age old love saga, a tribute to the cliche'd concept

Summery trims

A pitch here I make,
For July’s summer days,
Enjoyable in so many ways.

There are changes in its wake,
As blossoms thrive in glamour,
Striving hard to enamor.

For mother nature’s sake,
Just as winter strips her down,
Summer accentuates her crown.

There is joy in it, to take
And little gems to relish,
to adorn and to embellish!
Style of poetry: Constanza

Aging apathy

The body gradually weakens,
Mind, but remains nimble.
Patronizing behavior sets in,
Demeaning and degrading,
Relationships unwind.
Once the best, there ever was,
Now slowly begins to unravel.
Changes beyond one’s control,
Living transforms to existing
And life plunges into darkness.

Will we all age this way?

Early days

Tire swing in the park
A trip back to my childhood
Can I reverse time?
WHERE IN THE WORLD?
Can I reverse time?
A trip back to my childhood
Tire swing in the park

Home

Opening the door
Fragrance of love wafting by
Home, I have arrived!

Decorated!

Today, I am on cloud nine,
Ecstatic I prance around,
Disbelief and privilege combine,
Gratitude does abound.

Someone I greatly admire,
Kindly gave me an award!
First ever in the blogsphere,
To rejoice, I can afford!

Continue to pass this on, I shall,
To seven others as directed,
Them and others et al
All of whom well respected.

Seven favorites of mine,
Here I shall soon list,
In my own way, I define,
From ordering I shall desist.

Blogging1, I made few friends,
Brought me a feeling of belonging.
To bookstores2, my love extends,
All loved ones3, I think of with longing.

Helping others4, I always want to,
Giving gifts5 is yet another,
Cute little things6 I collect too,
But save money7, I’d rather.

Typing away, I pick you,
Lakshmusings as well.
Firmly rooted is chosen too,
On Just my way of thinking I dwell.

ThomG is an awesome read.
Just a mother of two is one more,
Rude Cactus, I lurk, I cede.
There are many many more I adore.

Here I add a word of mention,
A note of thanks included.
To the awesome Poefusion,
And all great blogs here alluded.

Frame of mind

Scary thoughts cradled in my heart,
With reality - can’t tell them apart,
Just as life begins to seem perfect,
Gnawing uncertainties begin to affect,
Its share of sorrows, life snares,
Anger and disappointment then flares,
Scary thoughts cradled in my heart,
With reality - can’t tell them apart!

Style of poetry: Octelle

Surpassed

A perfect diamond ring,
Moon cradling the Sun
Slowly and gently to be let go
From its phenomenal snare,
A morn swathed in darkness,
Dawned not once, but twice,
Swarms of people awaiting,
A historical spectacle divine!

Eclipsed

Human Nature

Of mistaken identities,
Leading to comedies
Men are like muffins,
With mushy insides
Covered by hard tops!
Society of humans,
As brothers come together,
When tragedy strikes!

Who am I?

I am again measureless patterns,
I seek to know me and my verve,
Am I the undecipherable enigma?
Is there a purpose, here, I serve?

Whether I shall turn out to be,
The hero of my own life…
Will there be some happiness?
Or of conflicts, I will be rife?

How do I come to know me?
Am I really who I think I am?
Is there another side to me?Am I just a big ol’ sham?

Walk in the beach

The flaming red sky,
A setting sun bidding good bye,
Walking on the shore feeling lost,
Loitering along, time to exhaust.
A heavy heart, feeling forlorn,
Walking in a slump, I mourn.
Looking sanguine, in the ocean breeze,
Seeking acuity, from the seas.
Dejected hearts, I see around,
who, sorrows seem to hound,
I pause, as if in a seance,
All around, people are in a trance,
Furless I feel, I stand exposed.
To my world, I am transposed!

Drizzle

Sulking, the sky grieves,
Raindrops drip down the leaves,
A hypnotic daze surrounds,
In the wet and watery grounds,
Thus refreshes nature today,
For a fresh start, clears the way!

Musing

It got me thinking,
How complex things can become,
My life as it is!

Dream on...

Dream on, the sky is the limit,
Dream on, for dreams are sweet,
Dream on, of a great life ahead,
Dream on, and great joys are spread.

Dream on, and fulfill each one,
Dream on, and think of everyone,
Dream on, go till the very end,
Dream on, but doing, time you spend!

NaiSaiKu (July 14, 2009)

It got me thinking,
How complex things can become,
My life as it is!
IT GOT ME THINKING,
My life as it is!
How complex things can become,
It got me thinking,

Poised

Pigeon,
As white as snow
A supporter of peace
Feathers outstretched beautifully,
The dove!

Whys of us?

Why can’t humans forget?
Why do we continue to relive,
Every hurt in the past?
Why can’t we seem to forgive?

Why can’t humans learn?
To love unconditionally,
When will we ever stop,
Needing to keep a tally?

Why can’t humans let go,
Just live for the joy of it?
Why is the world thus?
Can we, these forces, defeat?

Why can’t humans stop,
To smell the roses, pause?
Why the need to one up?
And, of fights be the cause?

Why are humans consumed?
In mundane clichés innumerable?
Why can’t there be a fresh start?
Is ideal just a fictitious fable?

Trapped

Measuring every tick of the clock,
Straining to hear the sounds of time,
The four walls closing in slowly,
The room was getting smaller,
Sweating hard, in terrifying fear,
Listening to the wafting radio hum,
Giving up all hope of any escape,
Breathing heavy, hard and strained,
The trapped feeling is like none other,
Just then, door opens to freedom!

“Wake up!”, he heard the sweet voice call!

Kismets and trinkets

A cat with one paw raised,
The clover leaf, almost razed,
A horse shoe fallen off the hoof,
Rabits foot, tied to the roof,
Rainbows with the pot of gold,
Penny on the ground to behold,
Dream catchers caught on,
Red chinese lantern from Saigon,
Wishbones and bamboo plant,
The seven Gods will always grant.
A stray eyelash to blow away,
A falling star can make your day,
Tortoise, elephant and pigs,
Crickets and dragonflies on twigs,
Across the world these are sought,
A stroke of luck for the distraught.

Circus ruckus

On this October evening divine,
Plans for a trip are in the design,
Of all the places, where do we go?
Soon enough, you’ll come to know.

Off to see all the animals, there,
Something else that not many’d dare,
Acrobats and flamethrowers around,
So many things that do astound.

Ropes of the trapeze were strained,
Performers for hours had trained,
The clowns came out to give a pose,
Keeping the others, on their toes.

The ringmaster is the spine,
Majestic is his royal reign,
Other things add to the ruckus,
That was our trip to the circus!

Subdued

Kneeling in the garden,
Atop a transparent seat,
Soil under her will harden,
But she will keep at it.

Praying for her sanity,
All she seeks is peace,
Letting go of her vanity,
From suffering, her release.

A tragedy hanging in the loom,
Which she seeks to destroy,
There is a consuming gloom,
But she looks for the joy!

Subdued, she won’t be,
Rising from the ground,
From everything she’s free,
And with happiness surround.

Misery

The sky cries with me,
Swallowed by gloom, I am,
To the one, I kneel, but
Nothing can take the pain away,
Transparent is my face,
With grief of the unknown,
Pouring my heart out,
Clears away any self doubt,
This day too shall pass,
Morning will dawn anew.

A voyage

Worn out from the daunting trudge,
Every step, a burden to budge,
Needing a place to rest weary,
Looking for sometime, finding nary.

"Is there anybody there?"
said the traveller, in despair,
Knocking on the moonlit door,
Almost dropping on the floor.

Life is thus, a journey long,
Traipsing on, till the swan song,
Lay to rest, at the very end,
Death, it will then portend.

Summer showers

Standing close to the foggy windows,
Watching the flashes and thunder,
The skies are opening and pouring out,
Monsoons are here and it soon shows.

The parched ground thus reawakens and grows,
Slowly, life creeps out from under,
Insects buzz on and crickets are out
Earth shall regenerate, it knows.


The streams are swelling and along flows,
Rousing earth’s hidden wonder,
Showers rage on, wiping out the drought,
Scenery in its brilliant pose.

Standing close to the foggy windows,
Watching the flashes and thunder,
The skies are opening and pouring out,
Monsoons are here and it soon shows.

Blue rain

Bright and shiny sun
Dreary and overcast sky
Mix to pour, blue rain

Anihuman

Source: read write image #17

A man with a donkey’s head,
An odd and extraordinary tread,
A frayed shade open and spread,
An alien creature or home-bred?
Would he stand a human’s stead?
Or into the horizon, off he’d sped?
Was he one of the sixty’s ted,
Whose heart for none shall bled?
Is he a nightmare to dread?
Or just a creature soon to be dead?

Up and Down

She found the sweet smell of success,
Opened doors, for her to access,
Slowly she left the others behind,
In her race, she aced the grind,
On her way, she amassed a following,
Winds of fame, toward her, were blowing,
Yearning for the sparkle of victory,
Soon, her life became contradictory,
Once at the top, she realized,
Of all the devious designs devised,
Her world collapsed like a pack of cards,
She was left picking up the shards.

Adore, not abhor

The red rose whispers of passion,
A slow murmur of vivacity and verve,
The urge for love attains satiation,
The contented sigh shan’t unnerve!

And the white rose breathes love,
The wheeze of life meant to persist,
Adoration abounds, seeks to prove,
Over loathe and revulsion, can desist.

Prominence

Sink in, it doesn't,
Assimilation is hard,
Ubiquitous grief

Iconic

An Icon, he was known,
Lonely, on his own,
Love him or hate him,
Can’t ever ignore him,
Talk about, they all do,
Things to say, quite a few,
He looked very gentle,
Held the entertainer mantle,
A sadness to the story,
Rise to and fall from glory,
For his soul, an offer of prayers,
A very sad state of affairs!

Rhythmic beauty

Rhythmic beauty
With dazzling exterior,
Rhythmic beauty
Almost the stature of a deity,
Arresting in its demeanor,
None wicked, entirely ardor,
Rhythmic beauty

Poems by a budding poet

Guest poet: Someone's niece

‘Someone’s Niece’ is all of 6 years old and loves writing and reciting poems! This is her maiden attempt at writing


Pop Corn:
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Pop Pop Pop
Popcorn sweet
I like Popcorn
Do you like Popcorn?


School
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School!!!! Its the first day of school
I love school


Cats:
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Old Cat Young Cat
Black Cat, White Cat
Do you like cats?

Sides of a coin

Sweet are the sounds of success,
With the drum roll and the reveal,
Though upon it, we tend to obsess
Failure does have its own appeal.

Rejections hurt, but play their part,
The constant fear of it, did hang.
Lessons of life, it does impact.
“sides of a coin”, thus people sang.

Success, to some, always came late,
Disappointed, they continue to trudge,
It seemed as though it’d never abate,
Turnaround it did, never holding a grudge.

In memory...

Forget-me-not, I cross my heart,
Distance shall never keep us apart,
I promised her and she said to me,
Goodbye until the next time we see.

Forget her ever? No I did not,
Though at times, close I got,
In this and that, her memory I sought,
In remorse, often, I was wrought.

Pausing my thoughts, I realize,
Little things of her, I recognize,
Nowhere else, but deep within,
Safe in my heart, she has been!


In memory of my grandmother... who is always in my heart...

Clutter sputter

Its that time of the year,
When clutter, we try to clear,
Purging our homes, as we do,
Out with the old, in with the new.

Can we also have a yard sale,
For all our thoughts that are stale?
Can we all have a personal pensieve?
Or does the mind always deceive?

On the other hand, I do wonder,
Will any for my thoughts, ponder?
Will I be able to put a price sticker?
At the very thought, I snicker!!

Rationally irrational

Started out with a keepsake collection,
An innocent hobby that was worthwhile,
Soon turned into a dangerous obsession,
Restless in the mission to stock pile.

There is always a fine line of division,
Between various states, for mankind,
There is realist and from it deviation,
Putting us all in a constant bind!