Muse and cues suffuse

Poetry grips me and consumes,
Cautiously I trudge into,
Subjects varied among.

Nature envelopes me
Shrouding my thoughts in color,
Chronic recurrent words seem.

A lack of imagination,
And a fear of the taboo,
Curbs my assortment.

Never the sights of greatness,
Will I ever get to glimpse,
Nor the peaks of triumph.

A simple glee nonetheless,
Prevails in each completion,
Of every middling verse.

Giddy Getaway

Elastic I made my schedule,

Cancelations didn’t bother me,

In the airport as I park myself,

Watching the floating community.

Disappointment was writ large

Labored trip it could be called,

Nothing could dishevel me,

With music, I sat enthralled.

Unperturbed I went about,

Attitudinal change of mine, I see

Turned out to be a wonderful jaunt,

Enjoying, now I am, the new me.

Trek to tranquility

The angelic countryside beckons,
Fostering the thrill of journey,
Where the destination doesn’t ruin,
The passage to a voyage, albeit, stormy.

Idyllic, the pace in life, appears,
Tranquil thoughts, rid of burden,
Annoyance ebbs, soon to evaporate,
Reveling in gratifying delight is certain.

Junction of joy

At crossroads in life,
I choose delight,
Feeling of warmth,
Pervades every cell.

Freeing the mind,
From burdens of unease,
Sounding so simple,
In reality profound.

Leathering oneself with,
Wracking sobs of agony,
Forlornly forgoing,
The sweet feeling of living.

Days are like chutney,
Laced well with the sugary,
Intertwined with the fiery,
But spice and flavor thrive.

Pervasive Pleasure

A jolt of fresh life,
I inject into my day,
Happiness in flesh and blood,
I conjure up today.

Controlling my urge,
Into further sadness wallow,
Today I force a smile,
And, the desperation I swallow.

Razor sharp tongues
Don’t agitate me anymore
I look around, seek joy,
Enveloping myself in bliss galore.

Middling mediocre

Life in the conveyor belt,

A foggy befuddled existence,

Mundane weeping and whining,

Visions of utopia in the distance.

Confidential decisions in the making,

Trade off made in umpteen’s,

Customers of mindless consumption,

Dreaming of charmed ways and means.

Sticker shocks and celebrity interviews,

Blur the lines between reel and real,

Ransacked clean, mind, end of the day,

Such travails are a middle class deal.

Committed conviction

Like a coward, I want to run
From what life has sprung,
Like a juvenile, I want to shun,
Growing wise and remain young.

Like a naiveté I want to believe,
And beckon my surging faith.
Like an optimist, I want to be relieved,
And in hope, myself swathe.

Like a realist, I want to be jolted,
Out of my self-imposed stupor,
Like any concerned, I would be revolted,
And, in respect, rejoice at the trooper.

Like a loner, I wouldn’t be detached,
Plunge in, into the thick of things.
Like a believer, I would be latched,
In prayers beneath the angel’s wings.

Tender defender

When its sisters, it is different,

An instinctive feel to some things,

And, a knack to know persists,

Crushing qualms of reality.

There is a charm to knowing,

The urges of one another,

Whispers are not necessary,

When looks can tell the story.

Picking up shards of each others’

Scattered thoughts of distress,

Brining life to the ashen face,

Soothing what the world scalded.

Espousing among themselves,

The indefatigable forgiveness,
A rip can’t tear them apart,

For love is a glue that repairs.

Revert to refuge

Lumbering away into Thursday,
Gradually, a wee wreck I become,
Anticipation builds for the respite,
To weariness I seem to succumb.

Bubbling beneath the surface,
Is the prospect of a retreat,
A sanctuary to slink away into,
Following that, routine to repeat.

Frail grit

Endurance tested to limits,
More to it, than to eye meets,
No amount of modern amenities,
Negates fact of human entities.

Fahrenheits and wind chills,
Not just words for cheap thrills,
Human fortitude hardened,
While with other trials burdened.

Whims of cyclical nature,
Pillaged by human stature,
Reprisal is not her thing,
On ourselves, affliction we bring.

Full on

Intended to I
Into the New Year tiptoe
Barge, it did on me

Muted murmur

Silence pervades one and all,
The unspoken cuts through, baring,
Words squelch the weak heart,
Joys emanating are sparing.

A hollow shell of a home,
Forgiveness there isn’t any,
The deep dark secrets buried,
In every nook, every cranny

Happiness is elusive anyway,
A small speck of it fell astray,
Toward joy, cannot sway,
For a life to live, perhaps, pray.

Curtain call

A silver hair freak she wasn’t
Aging gracefully was her intent,
Wait, the sliver of time, doesn’t.
Downhill, toward end,began her descent.

A neat feat

I join the exclusive tribe
Of the elite few who lay a claim,
To the guild of cadence,
I played a piece on the piano.

A novice nonetheless, I am
Fingers are no clichéd magic
Hours of diligent exercise preceded
A landmark to record, nothing short.

Roil & spoil

An occurrence that jolted all,
Ailments font differentiate at all,
The whole world crumbled to fall,
Plunging everything to a pall.

Life was blown away by squall,
Distraught, one lay in a sprawl,
While, of it, an attempt to maul,
And, the dire, trying to forestall.

Irresolute resolutions

This year I will let go
Curl up and wait for it to show,
Cross the clichéd bridges
Only when I reach the ridges.

This year, I will take a deep breath,
Cease to lead a life of stealth,
I shall stand tall and announce,
Challenges along the way, trounce.

This year I will learn to live,
And, of myself to me, give.
Not one to look back, regret,
And, to others, always abet.

Piecemeal

Worn to shreds, tattered
A page from my life’s book
Closing the chapter

Attempt to alleviate

I put a thatched roof over me,
My memories bubbling within,
Nothing is lost, nothing forgotten,
From the start of the breathing me.

A gate to cover my flood of tears,
I made with imaginary stones,
Thousands of tear-lets escaped
Left my insides fluttering away.

The hearth of feelings within,
A flash of joy it cooked up,
Thus I embark on my rebuild,
And, at normalcy, I seek to grope.

Deft degeneration

Brutal are the vagaries of life,
Eccentric are out responses,
Outcries over things unfounded,
Coherence, swiftly on the decline.

Sullen is the general populace,
Brooding, the national pastime,
Glowering away for no reason,
Liveliness begins a rapid wane.

Skeptic cynicism abounds,
Fed by an explosion of facts,
Eulogized by men of yore,
Trust is a thing of the past.

Embracing innocence

The sweet illustrations of innocence
Unadulterated brightness in the smile,
Delightful discovery of knowledge,
Milestones are met in succession.

The joy of a puzzle in place,
Beats a million dollar escape,
The dawning of awareness,
Diamonds pale in its brilliance.

Enfolding embrace in its purest,
Envelopes an unmatched quietude,
The bliss and contentment outweighs,
Every tangible substantiations.

Superable, it is

Invincible, it is not today,
Ways and means are many,
Catch a hold, an iron grip,
Tame it like a Spanish bull.

Matadors are built if steel,
Doctors too aren't any less,
Holding on to dear life are
Riders atop the topsy turvy.

Disable, deform it might,
Subdue, it shan't succeed,
A day will dawn clearly bright,
Rising beyond these pin pricks.

A lease of peace

Surface so smooth, a still water pond,
A state to attain, of humans, beyond,
Thoughts, a ripplee start slow,
Soon enough in a deluge to flow.

A plonk of a jolt, comes along,
A pebble to a rock, it moves strong.
Reflection muddled by turmoil,
Serenity, thus, stands to roil.

Rehashed

The new year feels eerily familiar,
The old hasn't let go it's hold,
Ring in, I tried with all my might,
Steadfast,the past kept a clasp.

Many of these have gone by,
Each time previously, I tried,
This year felt jarringly odd,
Renewed wasn't to be had.

Afflicted conflicts

I have nothing to say,
I have moved far away,
I am no longer who I was,
I need to stop, take a pause.

Beliefs of mine have changed,
Life, to shatter me, has managed,
Nothing I say or do matters,
I am in shambles and tatters.

Naught festive cheers me up,
Forcibly, I morning wake up,
Rumpled me, I have to show
Nothing but tons of sorrow.

Fathomless fondness

My little one, born to another,
You are mine, shall be ever.
Proximity needn’t always be,
To love all, when you are free.

Immobile, I am made today,
With your affection, I am swayed,
Retribution in relationship is none,
Continuing with years ago begun.

Connections or none

Relationships, a known farce,
Isolation is never pleasant pass,
Why and how do they sour?
Reasons do people try to scour.

Relationships deter many feats,
Isolation too in the end defeats,
Success rarely has public acclaim,
Failure, albeit brings open shame.

Relationships fester constant strife,
Isolation, breeds sadness rife,
Life never has a single set,
Of rules, there are several to whet.

Reactive reflection

Passive, I am, in my own right,
I obsess on nicety with all my might,
Rarely ever, I put on a fight,
And, others in picture, I never slight.

Days, in spite aren’t all bright,
From the grind, not a respite,
Flagged every day are frights,
Scaling the unattainable heights.

In search of joy and delight,
Of soaring in skies like a kite,
Utopian world with no spite,
Beginning to look a lot like trite.

Flux flummoxes

Standing afar, bare and tall,
I spy the lonely winter tree,
Lacking severe impetus,
But digging deep to subsist.

Solace it finds in cycles,
A succession of seasons,
Varied are its reasons to live,
Unlike me, hardly utopian.

Not long ago, bathed in splendor,
Colors hues and thriving blossoms,
Spring is its ultimate vindication,
Belief in a new and bright morrow.

Momentous milestone

A notch to the crown of pride

A feather to the survivor cap,
You did it, you fared the ride
Earning a spot in the endurance map.

With hours of prayers and bated breath,
Awash with gratitude in every speck,
With pride and appreciation in depth,
Today, with wishes, you, we bedeck.

Dates are but numbers in row,
Quality from within, the years show,
With family and friends in tow,
Prayers for health, upon you, to bestow.

Barrage of bliss

It rained wishes on her,
Deluge of goodwill forever,
Just an year older she was,
A day to look back, to pause.

Forty was a milestone,
To doubts, others'd be prone,
She was solid and sweet,
Staying so, not an easy feat.

Cakes and flowers showered,
From surprises, she recovered,
In the end, a day well spent,
A joyous year, it will cement.

Drenched in quiet

In the serene blues
aware of my every breath
swimming with the fish

Upheaval

When plates over, glide,
When nature and man collide,
Retribution is inevitable,
The prospects are then sable.

Bared open, earth lies,
Panic continues to reprise,
Quivering at, swaying moments,
Beyond fear, it transcends.

To adapt to follies, strived,
Nature, but got deprived,
Slowly let out her wrath,
Annihilation left in her path.

Tides of fortune

A shipwrecked captain,
With nothing to steer,
his worth fell to shambles,
And disheveled he appeared.

How the mighty can fall
At the helm, he shone,
Steady in form, he drove,
Barking in crisp tones.

Change in fortunes,
Happen in an instant,
Hurricanes and tornadoes,
Laid seeds of his descent.

With not a ray of hope,
He wandered astray,
Such are the tales of many,
Filled, of many life's cliches.

Propose and dispose

Mint money till I can
Then spend it all in a span,
That was the big plan.

What I didn't foresee
Was me, ceasing to be,
For the plan, I was key.

This, in the end, stun,
I had died young,
Dreams became far flung.

Seize I didn't of today,
nor smell roses along the way,
Just continued to fight the fray.

Rueful ruin

Man-made creations,
Giants obliterated,
Stories crashing downward,
Its end, just specks of dust.

Massive waste of effort,
Time and money spent,
Large scale destruction,
Here today, gone the next.

Circle of life after all,
Re-birth after the fall,
There is an air of renewal,
Withe the weighed in gloom.

Spooks and Spirits

A collective gasp, precludes,

But eerie silence prevails,

The clichéd pin drop extrudes,

Soon broken by the wails.

The dark silhoutte of ghosts,

Muted cries of the brood,

Surrounded by deep moats,

Danger here, viably brewed.

Ghoulishly forward specters,

Sucking the joyous souls,

Marked and signed as defectors,

All that remained were their howls.

Vile wile

Birds of a look flock,
In togetherness, they shock,
Each other, they pull down,
While pretending, over to fawn.

Their eyes are slit shut,
Their words, each other smut,
Nastiness is in their blood,
Stomping over, they scud.

A group like none other,
Everyone else, they'll smother,
Devilish are their schemes,
Taking it to the extremes.

Like the ubiquitous flame,
They solely, seek to maim,
With vileness, they are signed,
To the fiend, they are affined.

Circle of joy

Drenched in emotions,
Going through the motions,
Immune to triggers of joy.

Radiating melancholy,
Inviting others' folly,
Living like a decoy.

Depression is calling,
Changes I am stalling,
Intervention, I need to employ.

The joy of living,
Satisfaction of giving,
Taking it slow, I enjoy.

Sweeping up shambles

A dose of appreciation,
Is the medicine for my malady,
The piercing silence,
Does nothing to alleviate.

Appearance of joy is phony,
Prevalence of melancholy,
Of success, a travesty,
Of life, a shell of parody.

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.