A brash rehash

Banter he didn’t come for,
Furtive glances at her, he snatched,
Years past with the secret yearning,
Of possibly being reattached.

Reunion of his high school class,
Was the ever clichéd event,
To fumble once again in love,
Can he now unflinchingly prevent?

Gawky gliding

An early fall broke my spirits,
Bruised my ego, than my tailbone,
A giggle from little girls emerged,
Jiggling their procession, prone.

Cushions aren’t overrated,
When balance is an alien word,
Qualities like perseverance,
Now are best left unuttered.

A trip to the skating rink
Was all that was to be,
Didn’t deem an introspection,
But, its there for all to see.

Dispirited dejection

Maintaining a decorum of civility,
In times of such blatant senility,
Futile is any attempt to please,
There isn’t a moment of peace.

When one ignores the raised query,
And, the imposed gag order gets weary,
With the selfish intentions overpowering,
Relations, I predict to begin souring.

Omitting the possibility of joy,
Success, to achieve, is the ploy,
Amidst it all, lives get destroyed,
Hardly a moment, thereby enjoyed.

Feminine

Stinging like a bee
Floating like a butterfly
Strength and beauty combines.

Tigress if ever needled,
Bunny when coddled,
Such the power of woman.

Sedoka

An improbable trip

Glitter and glue took me
On a delayed voyage back
To childhood that was free
Incomparable to life now.

Skeletons in closet, none
That could come to bit,
But there wasn’t much fun.
With life’s whats to be done.

Elephantine fear about things,
Held me back from gaiety,
But soared away on the wings,
Of childish fertile imagination.

A capricious rebel

Temperamental programmers,
Losing their grip on life
Coding software syntaxes
They see their life passing by.

Preference they seem to have,
For machines over humans,
And the last thread of sanity,
They begin to lose it then.

A limerick I spout

A man who was proud of his clout
He believed was due to his snout
He walked around in pomp
Expecting an easy romp,
But life trounced him to a rout.

Not days, years...

Not so young, groom and bride,
Both were their parents' pride.

Tall, handsome and dignified,
Subdued, gentleness personified.

An articulate mind, inured,
A silent one, firmly moored.

Woven together, tapestry of lives,
Joy from the other, each derives.

A growing family ensued,
Toward better life, to collude.

Careers put on hold, when needed,
Family's calls were timely heeded.

Days went by, with some U-turns,
Speed bumps causing concerns.

Dedication to each other shone through,
As goals were steadily pursued.

Years passed by them swiftly,
As they busied with life deftly.


Every passing day is a wonderful sign,
Of their togetherness, a shrine.

A intricate woven tribute this forms,
As they continue to weather storms.

HappyAnniversary to you!

Cataclysmal calm

Just the word ‘alter’ triggers,
Something filled with rigors,
Of life, as I know, an upheaval,
Change from things primeval.

A fondness for change, I have not.
Customary stirs my proverbial pot.
My unattainable reverie is to seek,
Tranquility if I can manage to eke.

Delicious delightful diversion

A burst of cold misty spray,
Made the little one's day,
A slurpy lick of ice cream,
Made him, with joy, scream.

A ride in the carousel,
His fear did slowly unravel,
Sight of a flock of birds,
Brought forth string of words.

Penguins, peacock and hawk,
Sweetened the little one's gawk.
Bison, leopard and a big bear,
Cougar and panda in the fare.

Pheasants, silver and golden,
His gait now did embolden,
A sip of water before a content nap,
The day was a feather in his cap.

Elusive consistency

An erratic life I lead,
Schedules barely met,
Meals skipped aplenty,
Disarray constantly beset.

Dreams about organized,
Structure in arrangement,
Method in madness I hope,
Stability is the intent.

An omen, I wait for,
the changes to effect,
The luminous inspiration,
As I anticipate to perfect.

Supper gone awry

Suitors in arms,
Waiting hand and foot,
On the unsuspecting
Lady-to-be, in devout.

A supper when she sat,
Down to, this bleary night,
She wasn’t for interruptions,
Or a garish display of might.

A blanket expression,
She wore to ward off,
Their actions amusing,
She walked off with a scoff.

In the merry month of May,

In the merry month of May,
In a morn, by break of day,
I woke up and I wondered,
Would I live upto hundred?

What brought about the thought,
With worry, I was wrought,
Of loved ones moving away,
Fears they continued to essay.

Prayers for all, I decided then,
And, follow the words of wise men,
Work! work with joy and pleasure,
Results and outcome, without measure.

Desires none, there shall be,
Happiness then, will continue to be,
Attachments always breed sorrow,
Think not of, what is for morrow?

Living for today, day by day,
Following the age old cliche.

Captivating charms

With a grin, I stumbled into
The fascinating bead store,
The jumble of colors did
Make me yearn for more.

Some too tiny for the naked eye,
Hardly weighed a gram,
Others covered in layers of art,
And, as big as my palm.

The beader hard at work,
With her head bowed down,
Creating magic with her hands,
Her love for the art – shone.

3WW

Grandiose verbose

Rambling wasn’t her forte,
Crisp and dry her repartee,
Acting lessons made her stray,
In a tangent, wandering away.

Loquacious, an occupational hazard,
Putting on a false façade,
Bordering on loud and effusive,
Far from her previously pensive.

Not anymore, who she was,
One day, she would take a pause,
For now, frontward to the fore,
Milestones many, she had to explore.

One Single Impression

Machination

In my rusty language,

I strain for words,
Words to convey my love.

Rusty I had become,
In relationships,
A loner I lived as for
Far longer than I cared.

A strain this brought
In my love for her,
And hers for me.

A robot I had created
I become on with
A monster I turned it
And, it turned me!

Weekend Wordsmith

Dreary dampness

Damp, today promises to be,
Incensed skies pouring away,
Sheets of water deluging to sea,
Life slowly skids to a stop today.

Gray and cloudy keeps at it,
Wet slippery paths facing all,
Venturing takes a lot of grit,
A wrong step leads to a fall.

3WW

Museum manifests

A day at the museum,

Exhibition of the past,

Exposition of the art,

Anticipation of future.

Art in its entirety,

Genres of several kind,

Masterpieces of yore,

Mingled among potentials.

Bones and fossils crowd,

The flora and fauna cloud.

Machines from the bygone,

Rudiments of the science.

Voyeurism of life inherent,

Inexorable curiosity  reigns,

Transparent show for posterity,

The cycle of inquisitiveness.

OSI

Yielding away

Surrendering to sleep,
Is my dream for the day,
Into dreamland I will sweep
Off myself away.

My brain tell me to stop,
The body tattles with sign,
I artificially myself prop,
And vigorously feign.

Till no more of it can,
And the time is here,
Let there be no plan
And, into void disappear.

Sunday Scribblings

Heart of joy

He brought joy to his mom,
His dad was his rooting team,
Managing his life on his own,
Was still a far fetched dream.

Little victories, they lived for,
A mini piano recital he performed,
He dressed up in his Sunday best,
To all who cheered, he warmed.

Forbidding all from any sorrow,
Was his sweet and pure heart,
Brandishing his innocent appeal,
All over joy to all, he did impart.

Clasped and clenched

Locking my words deep within,
With rage, when I am seething.
Trying to portray a sane front,
So, them with words, not affront.

Words once out, can’t come back,
With strength, havoc they wrack,
Full control over anger, my artillery,
One that helps me avoid pillory.

Planet Halt

If I knew, I had just two,
Weeks that remain in the world,
I thought hard of what I’ll do,
For a moment, my brain swirled.

Exotic, I thought, some action,
Doing seeing things not from before,
Then, family brought fond reaction,
Memories there were a galore.

Thought some more, then I did,
No end decision, I came up with,
Knowing before I may forbid,
And, dismiss, prior to it, as a myth.

Rude Cactus

Principal's principles

Skating on thin ice of diplomacy,
is enough to give the best - jitters,
Without an air of supremacy,
Sweetened every one of the  bitters.

With aplomb and grace, was handled,
The sticky and sensitive affairs,
One that in a blink, could be mangled,
And, caught them all unawares.

3WW

Stage and its players

An actor is seen in glory,

Deserving, is he of the standing?
Rich fruits begets his labor,
Unworthy the largesse demanding.

Isn’t life a movie in motion?
Every day a new act in play?
Not one, but performers are all.
Each one’s story a ballet!

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players

Still life of activity



Magpie Tales 64

 The child in her arms,
After a long day of work,
A photograph was not,
The thing to do then.

A cranky one, slipping
Away from her arms,
With a strong lock
But she held on.

An active baby,
Setting out to run,
Forced against will
To capture for ages.

A test of patience,
For the impatient pair,
Each would rather be,
Anywhere but here.



Magpie Tales

Framing

In a jiffy, a line is drawn,
Maps are made in closed rooms,
Relationships in a snap, withdrawn,
And, a separate future looms.

Families are broken apart,
All for an arbitrary line,
Fences built, play their part,
With the singular aim to confine.

Creating borders is fairly swift,
Mingling, conversely, daunting.
Rather than at division, be miffed,
Togetherness, shouldn't we be flaunting?

Not a piece of cake

A multilayered cake, I presume,
Atop are the stately bride and groom,
Intricate sugar icing in play,
Centerpiece of the wedding day.

Flowers intertwined, bright and gay,
Perhaps roses and daffodils, in bouquet,
Thistles and shamrock to wrap up,
The best ever, to savor each sup.

Royal Nuptial

Splendid in display,
Restrained extravagance,
Regal attires in plenty,
Elegance in vogue.

Majestic, the key players,
Stately subdued in emotion,
Noble, the intent in all,
A modern fairy tale.

Innocence

Guilt is castigated,
Innocence is glorified,
Is there a balance?



Haiku Heights

Snooze Abuse

A day of so much joy,

That sleep wasn’t needed,
With emotions, it did toy,
But sleeps call wasn’t heeded.

Slowly but surely, it did,
As day went by indeed.
Into delirium, slowly slid,
And, finally, to sleep concede.

Theme Thursday

Predicament medicament

I have lost touch with my past,
And, I certainly have no future,
The day left me a little aghast,
A broken heart, I need to suture.

A little taste of my medicine,
Felt bitter beyond what it sounds,
A long pause, all I could glean
Now to soothe and salve my wounds.

An ode to the wedding dress

The impeccable white one,
Laced in intricate beauty,
Train falling in layers.
A subtle design all over.

Veiled in gorgeousness shines
Through, with the happy glow,
The one that will be traced,
By many to follow in steps.

A perfect sheath of fabric,
With not a single wary crease,
Designed by the best there are,
Frozen in frame and minds of all.

Devoid of disorders

A world without the many,
Dreaded ailments, aplenty,
Toward it, there is a teem,
Will that end an empty dream?

For no reason, they strike,
Hitting the rich and poor alike,
Of deterioration, seems a surge,
As if earth is on a human purge.

Discoveries of cures proliferate,
Derivative disorders escalate,
Physicians with their hands dull,
From the dire, back they pull.





Idyllic in a utopian world,
Where the ideal life is unfurled,
One day it shall be there,
Maladies will be on the pare.

Customary

A mishmash of words I try,

A poem among them, I spy.
Not a single day goes by,
When I don’t with words ply.

Days when in a deluge fall,
With words, I then have a ball,
Other days, I cajole and call,
Even then they seem to stall.

Satisfaction comes at the end,
When the rhymes all blend,
And slowly the verse does distend,
And, next one will impend.

Prayer, words strung together,

Imploring and seeking some,

Expressing gratitude rather,

And, generally within one, from.

Beliefs of one’s own, they are,

Whatever or whoever it is,

Of a strength maybe near or far,

Anything that the heart’s eye sees.

Someone above all is felt,

To whom to surrender it all,

The sorrows then begin to melt,

Happiness is in for the long haul.

A day like none other

An day like just another, I disagree,
Today is the day special, beyond measure
A day when not a thing can be ordinary.
A day of joy and absolute pleasure.

Even if there are none but you and me,
And, there are no packages wrapped in bow,
Today is just the best there can be,
A day with some apropos and a lot of wow.

A year older, playful yet mature,
With love, I cherish this day of yours,
A day with my smart entrepreneur,
A day spent in the out of doors.

Happy Birthday, dearest!!!

Wishes works

Belated today, I set out,
to commend dear little one,
She is one, I always tout,
She never ceases to stun.

A day to celebrate her birth,
Was bright and dawned pretty,
Was one of some lovely mirth,
Where we all sang her a ditty.

With love, she envelopes us,
With joy, she fills us with,
Handling every day with finesse,
The day, birthday, was her eighth.

Quiet Qualms

Maybe I am not meant to be,
A person with no skills, I see,
Am I worth anything today,
Have I contributed in any way?

Maybe I shouldn't have come,
Maybe I should have waited some,
This life, I built for me, here,
Unworthy of any credit, I fear.

Maybe my career should have been,
Some place where I'd not be seen,
In this moment of self doubt,
I just feel like an inept lout.

Prompt: Poetic asides

Self – spirit and scenery

Each letter to pen is hard,
My brain seems to be charred,
A cleanse I need to effect,
Some life into these, inject.

My heart melts at my state,
Constant disarray is my fate,
Languid lethargy causes,
Life’s innumerable pauses.

Worry kneads my being,
Into submissive agreeing,
Flowing with what goes,
And, overlooking my woes.

One day, I will explode,
Today’s events forebode,
The day is not too far,
That, my life, could mar.

Conquered by character within

Hair brushed imperfectly,
Pink cheeks faked with rouge,
Flaws hidden by makeup
Concealers in abundance,
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She reeks of cheap cologne,
An atypical fragrance flows,
Garish accessories abound
In unmentionable hues.

Suits of faded polyester,
Frayed along some seams,
Crumpled and creased,
Competing with her skin.

Dress maketh a man,
Heart overrules all,
A mediocre exterior,
Conquered by character within.

Prompt: Poetic Asides

Meager emancipation

A shackled existence I lead,
Tied to my work, I seem to be,
Straight jacketed with deadlines,
Ceasing to persist for none else.

Is there a way out ever?
Am I sealed in an airtight box?
Will I be able to come up for air?
Can I choose to wish it all away?

Pretext I am probably seeking,
to hide behind, so my pathetic
excuse for the life I seem to lead,
doesn't seem so dismal.

Balance sheet of life

Age creeps in and you wonder,
What did I do, when younger?
A decade in the real world
What is it that unfurled?

Did I get anything I crave?
A bank balance, did I save?
Or life, satisfaction to look back
Memories my heart can tack.

A million he saved at fifty,
Cool, isn’t that quite nifty?
Me, on the other hand,
Quagmired in quicksand.

Living life to ones’ own,
Seeds of dreams now sown,
What do people after all need?
If not for some of our greed?

Nice n Spice

Spice in life, I have plenty,
Could never of any other way think,
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Tastes changing all in a blink.

Food follows life in ways,
Bland leads to lack of flavor,
Mild was never my craze,
Drama of zing, I’d rather savor.

Prompt: Theme Thursday

Much ado about outdo

The continual will to excel
That’s inherent in her,
The desire to surpass,
Is becoming a curse.

Shut off she is by
The mediocre many,
Illusions of grandeur,
For them she denies.

Evident in the animosity,
That she faces day-to-day,
Slowly, but tragically,
This will be the death of her.

If at first, you don't succeed

Several cliches exists now,
Success and its interpretations,
Trial not once, but a few,
Abilities, a part they play,
Outcome, much less they say.

Effort is the measure I hear,
Lack of, can be failure,
To each, his own definition,
One's poison, another's food,
Ultimately much chased after.

If at first, you don't succeed,
Another try will make it so,
If again, not up to par,
Another one will take you far,
Thus goes the age old adage.

Incensement

The sweet smell of incense,
A purpose does it serve?
Awaken the senses to prayer.
Force out the serenity.

Will it dame my mind
Enough to entrance it
Sufficient to coerce me
To break out into piety.

The fragrant fumes billowing,
Incenses me into deference,
Spirituality zealously guarded,
I lose myself in a stupor.

On no account...

I dream of the day
My fingers will fly,
Creating symphonies,
Never did I dream,
That there’d be a start.

As I pack my bag,
With sheets of music,
Lug around the keyboard,
Never, never! I say
Will I stop learning.

A class recital bit,
I play and take a bow,
Never in my wildest,
Did I ever see it so.
Today, in these, I revel.

Prompt: Poetic Asides

On the dot @ 5.30pm

A paying guest accommodation,
The owner, a lady dignified,
A promise to check out more,
And, a cautious goodbye was bid.

A call the day after went,
Lady with a pissed off voice,
A call was promised at 5.30pm,
What with the delay of four hours.

Dusk set out in the midst,
Frantic searches for a place,
An innocent student life,
Was to begin in a week.

With trust was welcomed,
By another single mom,
A bipolar, she said she was,
Nicest was who she really was.


Prompt: Poetic asides

Spike over silk

The proverbial bed of roses,
Shunned by the daring breed,
The thrill of thorns fulfills
The ceaseless need for speed.

Normal is oft eschewed,
Audacity, the sought after creed,
Routine is balked at as dull,
Invigorating – life is to be decreed.

Whimsy vision

The shredder whirrs away,
The monotonous drone
Consumes the large room,
With everyone but her
Having gone for the day,
Paper ribbons fly by me,
What if this was done,
Rushing in a bid to hide?
What if these innocuous,
Ribbons would reveal bygones,
That could burn our ears?
What if the morning after
Would bring about a buzz?
What if these could have
Made a wonderful life for some?
What if there was evil lurking
Within these strewn strips?
But now at winding down dusk
The shredder whirrs away.

Prompt: Poetic Asides