Itsy bitsy intensity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Idyllic it was today,

Intended to be that way,
I am with the little being,
Indebted for this feeling.

Intertwined are our lives,

In anticipation each day arrives,
Inherently bonded, we are,
Irrepressible love beyond compare.

Lament of loss

How can death be,
A celebration,
An end of a life,
Be a joyous one?

Young and old alike,

However be the shape,
A last breath is one,
Always to be mourned.

The stamp left behind,

By the fading soul,
The one last time,
Of doing what is done.

Even a hunter of yore,

Mourned the hunted,
Survival be it for,
Even that’s duly grieved.

Hankering for hugs

 














The tiny handsome hunk,
Stole my heart in a blink,
Always the happy trooper,
Hungry for minute adventures.

Hugs and cuddles sought,

With high spirits, day is fraught,
Heavenly, the sounds, he makes,
To hold him, my hands ache.

Petite boy, Giant joy

Guffawing in Elation,

With genuine rapture,

A gladness pervading,

Like a gentle spring breeze.

Gaggling on constantly,

With many a goo goo sounds,

A pride at the gumption,

Of grasping another milestone.

Grabbing with two hands,

Gathering near, not far,

A grand smile of content,

And, gratification at life.

Sevenling

It was a joy to behold,

The new arrival to the fold,
My heart felt like it’d explode.

Life to change forever,

In ways imagined never,
With love, to devour.

He came today.

Connected

Fond exchange of glances,
Fascinated looks of love,
Fawning and doting aunt,
Fulfilled and content nephew.

Fully in joyous bliss,

Unfailing mutual feelings,
Unfathomable affection,
Forever, the bond.

Infant Ebullience

Enchanted he is by his fingers,
Enticing him to his bidding,
Enthralled at the myriad shapes,
Excited guffawing at his act.

Expectantly awaiting response,

At ease on the receipt of one,
Exuberant are the joys,
Of the endearing little one.

Math path

 

Life goes numeric

Additions there are

The newborn beings.

 

Subtracted cruelly,

Are dear and near,

Leaving us a zero.

 

Pluses in existence are

Bleak as life seems,

Seriously outnumbered.

 

Minuses, the deceptive,

Sneaky little ones,

Overpoweringly stay.

Hold that moment ...

Lest it pass away,
Hold on to it tight,
Veering on the edge of
Slipping away in history,
is that devastating instant.

Freeze it without fail
Once past, wont return,
This shal be final,
There is no deja vu
Forever, it will gone!

Time needn't heal,
And, move on, should not,
Routines and normalcy,
Let them hold thereon,
Hold that moment! That moment!!

Desired dearie

The darling of my eye,
my dazzling little one,
Dabbling away at life,
Daring to have some fun.

Displaying his personality,
in myriad dioramic ways,
Grinning delightfully at all,
in his distinctive style.

Deemed

Death doesn't call ahead,
Neither does it leave behind,
Comes with no calling card,
Leaves everyone in a bind.

Definite as it can be,
There isn't any other way,
As long as there is birth,
Death can't be kept at bay.

Dynamic is life, in eternity,
But it is stopped short,
The finality of a demise,
not a thing can thwart.

Charming cheeriness

Channeling his inner child,
Chukling to himself cutely,
He cozily cuddled with me.

Comfortingly cocooned in
My careful arms, he
cherished the coddled sleep.

Calm and composed, I was
Content in my chap's
Chubby cuddly contour.

Maybe Baby

Life is indeed a maybe,
Provisional events, at best.
Squinted deals made with,
The unseen higher power.

Arguably agreed is the case,
When daily events, give a licking,
Hard to march on, with definiteness,
When faltering are the steps.

Perhaps and possibly are
Oft recurring expressions,
Uncertainty, being the only surety,
We are in for a rough ride!

Baby boy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bright and brilliant

The day dawned,
Beautifully unblemished
And beyond belief, stayed.

Boldly branded as

Best among the betters
Brought a brand new
Bundle of bliss

In honor of my li’l nephew

Dedicatory, in memory...

Swathed in Pallid whites,
the ostentatious marble facade,
A testament to love apparent,
Or pompous feeding of self worth?

Unparallelled the beauty indeed,
Tantamount to unadulterated joy,
Standing tall on riverbanks
With guilt ridden souls beneath?

Decades of laborious creation,
Charmingly intricately intertwined,
Motifs and ornamentation galore,
Artisans' crafty sweat and blood?

Festering centuries of passion,
the eternal everlasting kind,
Epitome of romance' portrayal,
Concealing boiling rage within?

...About the wonder of the world Tajmahal in India...

Prompt: Write about a magnificient place.

Spanking new

Battle cry of the new arrival,
The short sweet yelp of life,
Music to the ears of all,
Communication begins thereon.

Embark on his adventure,
thereby called life, he begins.
Every moment, a voyage,
toward the unseen morrow.

Escapedes and exploits, his,
Are awaited with bated breath,
The pristine quest of life,
Incessant until the last breath.

Murky Melancholy

The blaring alarms awaken me
I fight a losing battle with time,
Crushing an inner urge to give in,
To the dejected thoughts within.

Fluid is the fickle weak mind,
Attempting to elude life’s grind.
Resisting harvesting my desolation,
Is my only ray of consolation.

Engulfed existence

 

I shall not succumb

To the sinister dark souls,

I shall emulate the others,

The perky and vivaciously do.

 

Lacerating my core, and

Prodding my upbeat essence,

Is Life, but shall not win,

My psyche will ensure.

 

Ripe, I feel, each day

For the merciless picking,

In dignity, I plod on,

Through the swamp of being.

Perceptible Gratitude

 

Her eyes open wide,

At the thought of school,

She dresses quick

Waking up at crack of dawn.

 

Her brain is wired tight,

A watertight compartment,

Of thoughts and actions,

Are a sever disconnect.

 

Her parents wait in calm

Anticipation of that joy,

In wishful thinking,

They seem to survive each day.

 

 

Illicit affiliation

I savor from afar

The nuances of this web

That’s intricately spun by

The liaisons’ linked.

 

The unspoken glances,

The enticing peaks,

The hushed undercurrents,

Oblivious to all, they flow.

 

Smug, they exist,

In the false sense of lull,

Naïve to the infuriation

Of the discerning around.

 

Chancing upon this is

A poor clueless soul,

Unaware of the clout,

Of this unsaid force.

 

Calamitous calm

 

 Life hinged on it,

Lethal though, in excess

An inevitable need,

With the medical nexus.

 

Supported artificially,

By many a chemical concoction

Days are passed

In extreme caution.

Circle of time

I offer a tiny shimmering
Flicker of light
To the newt black night.

It took it with a smirk,
And snuffed it away,
Plunging into dimness.

Left me in obscurity,
Sending a shiver of gloom,
Murky, dreary despair.

I stood motionless,
Awaiting the torment,
Of the melancholic darkness.

Amidst the shadows,
Rose the radiant glow,
Of the bright and merry dawn.

One of the dark days when everything looked bleak....

Wheels of time

Awakening to the jarring
Blare of the mocking horn,
That was my alarm bell.

The moment of panic as
consciousness begins to dawn,
At the pacing needles of time.

The breaking out in sweat,
In fear of missed deadlines,
and, regrets over lost time.

The harried breaths taken,
Until the eyes open wide,
And the brain comprehends.

This too passes away,
And, time continues,
Unabashedly, unabated.

Hopelessly hollowed

My roots, eaten away,
The burrowing termites of worries,
The branches I spread out,
Moan under the burdens taxing.

My limbs creak and scrape,
When I attempt to bloom
Uprooted from the breed, I lurch
Bared to the bones, barks peeling.

Core sucking vermins crawl over me
Weakening my relentless vigor
Tomorrow  I crumble to dust,
Unknown, unseen and forgotten. 

Immortal portal

The perfect door eluded
My ceaseless pursuit,
Grudgingly, I compromised,
Holding on was moot.

Miraculous happening,
On the slated day,
The builder made it,
A two panel doorway.

Embellish I did with,
Colorful accessories,
And, now it shall feature,
In lot of my stories.

Pastoral Upheaval

Stormy seas, I navigate,
Its the calm I fear,
Rages of the river, I weather,
The rippleless current I dread.

Complacently, I set sail,
In the hope of a tempest,
A downpour is welcomed,
And, the sunny bright stunned.

I surrender the ship,
And, persevere in a raft,
tumultuous ride, I anticipate,
Now, the fear does abate.

Abeyance

This moment, I stop
Just an abrupt stop,
I pause fearing to breathe,
Lifeless, motionless, I sob.

Beneath me, just below,
Underneath, my pale skin,
Is a deluge waiting to flow,
A day's -  not; year's worth.

Is my life a sorrow?
It isn't, I can't deny.
Ceaselessly I borrow,
Inspiration to keep so.

What is it I await?
What is this hollwo?
Why does it fall apart?
In this slime, I wallow.

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.