Meeting place

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prompt courtesy: We write poems

 

 

I hardly contain my excitement,

At the prospect of an encounter,

Is there the perfect one, ever?

To take on my muse’s character.

 

Can there be the sanctuary?

The kind that can impart,

Wings to the humdrum pen  

To turn words into works of art.

 

 Is it just the unassuming chair,

And the mundane cluttered desk,

Or need it be  wistfully quixotic?

The quaint café with patch picturesque.

 

Do I really need any of these?

Or am I seeking out props?

Is it just enough to have –

My words and my thoughts?

Not one firm bone

 

 

Head floating in clouds

Heart hovering on the ground

Me, just who I am

Natal bonds

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wordle courtesy: Sunday Whirl

 

 

Drunk with the joy, at the expected,

The turn of events, as they unfurled,

The birth of this little on trumps

Every other episode in the world.

 

The divine bond of love that bind us,

Prophesized from time immemorial,

Mending any upending sorrows,

Turning the carefree into territorial.

 

The spontaneous dancing in circles,

The thunderous yelps of delight,

Teetering on the edge of sleep,

Nothing thus far, feels like trite.

Tractable tribute

 

For you, I sustain your beliefs,

For you, I adorn your attire,

For you, I hold back cynicism,

For you, I try, like you, to inspire.

 

Remorsefully, I handle your absence,

Regretfully, I sigh in despair,

Ruefully, I try to cope with it,

Rapidly, my heart seeks hasty repair.

 

For your loved one, I dreadfully fall short,

For your loved one, I try to march strong,

For your loved one, I seek out respite,

For your loved one, I follow him along. 

Ticks and tocks

 

 

Striking the iron while hot, red hot,

Molds it into marvels, from the taut,

Grabbing the days by their horns,

Seizing every moment that adorns.

Thus are born the tales of success,

With contentment, that one can caress.

 

My days, however, whiz past by me,

Of scattered moments, I hold the debris,

Stealthily, the time seems to slip,

Days into months and years, skip.

While I don’t seek a complete pause.

A tiny slowdown wouldn’t hurt my cause.

Happy Haiku

 

Happiness for all

I believe in that premise

With a pinch of salt

Ode to the toddler

 

A cutie, he is, handsomely so,

All of four, years he has to show,

That doesn’t change the fact,

Making up in smiles, any lack in tact.

 

Easygoing in his ways, the little one,

Always on the lookout for fun,

His people among many are two,

Who dance gladly to his every tune.

 

One by  one, he ascends milestones,

Garnering courage for some unknowns,

His vocabulary he enhances swiftly,

While maneuvering his play deftly.

 

Days turn into months and years,

He steadily overcomes his fears,

Onward, he moves, winning hearts,

All the while advancing his smarts.

Lark about

He blundered through snippets,

of their life together, some vignettes,

Seemed he enjoyed being the center,

at times he was like the stentor.

 

She cringed at his every word,

with every laugh, he was spurred,

Drunk he was with attention,

Alcohol needed no special mention,

 

Silent she was, thoughts suppressed,

Waiting for the moment, he digressed,

however, wasn’t to happen this time,

As he continued his comedic mime.

Stock Squawk

Serenity was all she sought,

As elusive as happiness was,

With tears, she was wrought,

A life of regret, she deemed.

 

Anticipation, however, kept her on,

A brighter tomorrow, she yearned for,

Fearlessly, grabbed the bull by its horn,

One happy day and her heart began to soar.

 

Things in years can change,

In an instant from bleak to bright

For smiles, tears can be exchanged

Love can work its way on even the trite.

Destination fascination

Like a little girl in a candy store,

I was awed, amazed and more,

The fantastic game, that was,

Felt like time had taken a pause.

 

The thrill of being up close,

And, in the moment engrossed.

Could say was just another game,

At the moment, with interest,  aflame.

 

In much anticipation, I kept waiting,

Rains showed no sign of abating.

Finally turned away in despair,

Of ups and downs, once again aware.

Relative insanity

 

 

She is known to go berserk,

Fixating on issues at hand,

Dismissed as just another quirk,

But, her manner is always offhand.

 

Duplicate tantrums are thrown,

At inconsequential details,

To magnitudes, quibbles are blown,

Still callously, she goes happy trails.

 

Not a single bone of kindness,

Seems to exist in all of her,

Leading life in ostensible blindness

And continuing self seeking demeanor.

Inspired in agony

 

 

Into the depths of darkness, you faded,

Steadily into despair, I plummeted,

In the shores of agonizing anguish,  

In a sorry state, I began to languish.

 

Life shrouded by obscure shadows,

Soul hollowed by misery of sorrows,

Without looking back, you left,

In fading life, you left me bereft.

 

You were my friend and my guide,

Now, within my heart, you bide.

Living on without your presence,

Devoid of any and every pleasance.

 

You were the rhythm to my silence,

Even as shaken melody, you are the finest,

Your outpouring love, shall reassert,

Like a sporadic breeze in the desert.

 

Strengthening my resolve, I flow,

Into the unknown, with your thoughts aglow,

By your persistent zest for life, aided,

Though into depths beyond, you faded.

 

 

Inspired by these amazing words

Kindred spirits, aberrant merits

 

 

Delinquent in relationships,

Circumstances forced her to be,

Others sucking her dry like thrips,

While haplessly, looking on, was she.

 

Ignoring her own emotional wants,

Torn by regrets of aloofness around,  

Suffering through all of the taunts,

Suppressing the triggers to breakdown.

 

Heartrending day, what to say…

 

Wishes, I send your way,

As I go on, like another day,

When will the hurt cease?

Will I ever be at peace?

 

Let go, to ask, is unfair,

As I subsist on, in despair,

Joyous occasion, it was to be,

Now is bleak, devoid of glee.

 

With gnawing guilt, I end the day,

For some serenity, I try to pray,

As for joy, the heart still resists,

Loneliness, without you, persists.

 

Peek into her

 

 It may seem like,

She’s on a tirade,

Damaging herself,

Raining on her own parade.

 

Her ego intervenes,

When she tries hard,

To take a step back,

Gets left picking up the shards.

 

Legitimately, she is,

Person with nice bones,

Though she portrays,

Being a fiend’s clone.

Glum, her dole

 A clever retort, she thought,

Would finish it all for good,

With tension, she was wrought,

Continuing to incessantly brood.

 

Relationships, she wanted all,

Silky smooth, was her call,

But, in a beat, they began to fall.

Filling her with dismal appall.

 

Lonely, in a crowd, she felt

Yearning for the affection,

But life continued with welts,

And, all she felt was dejection.

Spawned

 

 

Darling she’ll be of mine,

Adorably, hearts she’ll steal

Unbelievably, my life’ll change

Guardedly I shall tread.

Hopelessly in love, I’ll end up,

Tirelessly, I will endeavor,

Enthusiastically with her

Relishing indeed every moment.

 

Forbidden alliance

 

 

Furtive stolen glances

At each other

Sneaky messages et al

To meet further

 

Secretive calls from

Out of nowhere

Keeping up the pretense

Of normal fare.

 

Covert is the affair

Between them

Illicit is the way

It shall stem

 

Stellar are the means

To meet further

Spiking their interest

For each other.

Lines of pain

 

 

Lyrics of life

Is what I write,

Songs of sorrow

Is not my plate.

 

Time fleets by

I make way

Heading on,

Subsist, if I may.

Coveting connection

 

 

Can’t any of my little ones

Send me some wishes today?

 

Like mother, or important to me,

Some words like that, they say?

 

A small gesture from them, shall

A huge dividend to me, will pay.

 

Or is motherhood, so very elite

And, has to uphold its restrictive way.

Tiny tender tot

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Truly blessed I feel,

Totally in love, I am,

Thankfully, I count blessings,

The joy at the sight of him.

 

Tangible, my love isn’t,

Thrill at the smiles from him,

Tugging at my heartstrings,

Twirling at the glimpse of me.

Subtle serenade

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Smothered, he is with love,

Sleeping as he was in peace,

Slowly drifting into bliss,

Surrounded by his world.

 

Soon enough, bursts awake,

Searching for familiarity,

Sleep fades away from him,

Starts now, his cute routine.

Right of relation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reveling in my little baby,

Remarkable in every way I see,
Revitalizing the exhausted me,
Redefining new life to be.

Ransacking my heart for love,

Revolved around him, I am now,
Relishing the moments with wow,
Rays of sunshine he does endow.

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.