Quintessential cutie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Queried, his looks are,

Quiffed his locks are,

Quizzing his eyes appear,

Quotidian isn’t his fare.

Qualitied his time is

Quotas for him are amiss.

Quitter, he isn’t one,
Quibbling in his gaggle for fun.

Precious pleasure

Petite in size, he maybe,
Profound in thoughts he goes,
Pampered days, he leads,
Pondering on joys of life.

Puny, he may be in looks,

Petty, he never once becomes,
Pearls of laughter emanate,
Progress as he does toward bliss.

Only own

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oblivious to the vagaries,

Orbiting around his world,
Outlasting apparent tiredness,
Outpouring all my love,
Overpowering emotions pervade,
Optimistic, the days feel,
Overriding feeling of hope,
Onward to brighter ways.

A voice to my choice

Inner thoughts buried deep,
Subconscious makes me weep,
Yearning I have for a thing,
But, wonder what destiny will bring.

People around shut me off,

At my thoughts repeatedly scoff,
For others, I seem to be living,
Being human and forgiving.

A need thriving within,

Driving my thoughts herein,
All consuming it is now,
Though I try hard to disavow.

Nephew

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nudging the days faster,

Nicely settling in as well,

Naively he went about
Navigating his month old dwell.

Nineteen to dozen, he cooed,

Nibbling at our molten hearts,
Nuzzling his tiny head at,
Nabbing the position of ‘smarts’.

Worry flurry

The pressure of life,

The stressful rat race,
No respite from these,
No chance of a volte-face.

Bodies are abused

With relaxation a taboo,
No breaks to catch a breath,
As anxiety we spew.

Who cares about the roses,

No chance to smell them,
A mad dash to nowhere,
Of the bleeding, no way to stem.

My mini man

Mindful of his surroundings,
Meandering his way around,
The tiny little man paused,
Smiling at his mother’s sound.

Months go by in a jiffy,

Meant to be that way,
Milestones he vanquishes
Marveling, we are left, at his ways.

Rekindling

The pinks and hues are out,
Spring seems up and about,
A celebration of life sparks,
Be unto light from the dark.
Refreshing the days out to be,
Languishing is all I can see,
As days go by it may get better,
As, get out I do of grief’s fetter.

Dejected gloom now consumes,

As though a deadline looms,
As I await the perfect day,
Withering my present life away,
The clouds shall one day, part.
And, I shall head for a fresh start.

Entreating

Pleaded in prayer

Vital one wasn’t answered
Final forever   

Archetypic gloom

An apology of a life, I lead,

Continuing to exist and to cede,
A sorry state of affairs present,
Elude, I need to, the inner torment.

A hollow body, soul buried,

The mind, with suffering harried,
Regrets prevail, infinitely many,
Squashed are hopes that rise, if any.

Locks of love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This lanky lad of mine,

A bundle of love, so divine,
Lapping up the days with charm,
Lustered luminosity, he swarms.

Leisured days for him now,

Life is catching up in tow,
Listing his daily milestones,
Largely will there be any unknowns.

Languishing in anguish

 

Like the dusky evenings,

Everything looks gray,

There isn’t a sliver of silver,

To keep the sadness at bay.

 

Like the flow of monsoon,

The tears don’t ebb or fade,

Like the breath of life,

Every moment is invaded.

 

I see her everywhere,

Her resounding laughter,

Echoes on much after,

Like time’s constant patter.

Kiddish knack

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A keen sense of it all,

Kept on peeking up,
Kitty came when he called,
Life was kind of good.

Kindled his little thoughts,

Kick started his day,
Klicked, klacked and smiled,
His little kingdom came alive.

Just love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jazzed up, he was

By the jelly like bear,
Jiggled it did, engagingly,
Joy at it all, was bare.

Jarfuls of pearly laughter,

Sweetly jamming the air,
Jestful acts of fun,
Justifying the affair.

By his jarfuls of goo-goo,

Jeweled, the days are,
Joyance is all pervading
In a jiffy, clears all despair.

Refrain strain

Repeatedly as I write,

The pen on paper, I lay,

My arms are out to spite,

Making my shoulders pay.

Gnawing indeed, the pain,

Carry on, I do with disdain,

Resolution seems to be in vain.

Disregard, I continue to feign.

Parting

My need for her, primal.
The void, the absence,
Forever and final,
It can’t have happened

Grief is a poor surrogate,

For the raw intense ache,
Raising emotions of despair,
Feelings of Desolation raked.

My insides seem to scream,

A silent overriding bawl.
Basking around are thoughts,
As I lay in a remorseful sprawl.

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.