Feint a faint

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prompt courtesy: Sunday Whirl

 

 

In an instant, everything changed,

Buckling I was under my pressure,

Stride stopped short, but I managed,

To maintain dignity in large measure.

 

When my vision cleared, I heard humming,

There was a crowd bustling and milling,

Like being drilled, my head was thumping,

But, no one around, seemed to be spilling.

 

Navigate, I had to around medical terms,

Garnering and gaining, day by day,

I would not miss my dreadful squirm,

As among the machines, I drifted away.

 

By fortune, I was finally graced,

That bright morning had finally dawned,

From illness to health, I slowly paced,

Today, years later, this memory I spawn.

Homecoming

I open the door and step in,

A sadness lies deep within,

A welcome feeling, yet strange,

Back home, did I manage?

 

Seeing the familiar, my heart flutters.

My home, like my mind, has clutter,

The good kind, of the lived in tatters.

My reverie shall not be shattered,

 

Pictures in frames, of my past,

Trinkets of life, over time, amassed,

Souvenirs collected over travels.

Walking by, my story unravels.

 

Every step now, is a burden of pause,

Avoiding any possible faux pas,

Lingering within are gnawing doubts,

Coming to terms, with my whereabouts.

Mystified misgivings

 

 

 

Downhill, my life seems to go,

Crashing into the dark trenches,

The strength I seek, eludes me,

The waterfall of hurt, drenches.

 

A river of agony washes over,

Taking me to the ocean of despair,

Baying, I moon around in the jungle,

Murmuring a helpless prayer.

 

From mountaintops to gorges,

I hunt for my vanished joy,

Confined within, like a lake,

Days continue to be a decoy.

 

A stream of love, is all it will take,

To break this flow of gloom,

With a splash in the pond of inclusion,

Under the stars, I try to bloom.

Tot’s opus

Waving his fists in rhythm,

He hit the perfect note,
Precisely moving his feet,
Impulsively trying to emote.

The sweet whisperings of music,

The choreography, his creation,
The emitting of the right sounds,
that displayed infinite elation.

A hop and skip, to the distance,

Tugging at an invisible drape,
A kneel here, a twist there,
Thus the routine takes shape.

Enthralled with himself,

Oblivious to watching eyes,
He was on his way to bliss,
And ready for the reprise.

An agonizing account

Criticized, she was today,

For leading her life astray,

Amplifying issues, they alleged,

Unpleasant memories, it dredged.

 

She was moaning, they barked,

In exasperation, she remarked,

It can never be just one’s fault.

Though it all, she did vault.

 

Then one day, something snapped,

Reached within, at skills untapped,

Discarding the cloak, that was her past ,

Onward to her goals, she surpassed.

 

Moving on beyond banalities,

A small price to pay, the causalities,

In serenity and peace she was,

Nothing short of a rebirth, ‘twas.

An ode to the runner

In heat and in sleet,

Alone and in a fleet,

Their destiny is to run,

The race has just begun.

 

Their mottos may vary,

Of failure, they aren’t wary,

The thrill unprecedented

To others, may seem demented.

 

This is not just any race,

The need to keep up pace,

Until their final breath,

A last run at the face of death.

 

This maybe their swan song

From start to finish, amidst the throng,

Collapsing in complete exhaustion,

Their life, the ultimate inspiration.

 

A tribute

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fabled Dawn

A slow drive unhurried,

Deliberate and lingering,

Smelling the proverbial rose,

Or here, the leaves, dwindling.

 

Spirited yellows, the ripe leaves,

Bright reds enveloping the way,

Few greens peeking from within,

As dried browns, rustle away.

 

Washed over by a elusive calm,

Mornings like today are scarce,

Soft melodies waft by, gently.

And, in the moment, I immerse.

 

Across ages

Face lined generously in wrinkles,

But the smiles, bright and shining,

Her life’s greatest joy was there,

And, their lives were intertwining.

 

She waited long for this moment,

The sweet sounds of his guffaw,

Tightly bonded, the world of theirs,

As I stand, watching in pure awe.

 

I thought I knew her, all there was,

Then, the grandma in her emerged,

Oblivious to others, ingrained in love,

Enthralled, my love for them surged.  

Food, glorious food

 

Image: Google search

 

 

In all hues and colors,

In wide spectrum of flavors,

Arranged in gastronomic order,

People seated in patient ardor.

 

The magic was in the hands,

Of the chef, catering to demands,

The process a sight to behold,

Proof is in the eating, I am told.

 

Of flavors, a delicate interplay,

From sweet to spicy, it sways.

Seasoned in perfect accord,

Of tastes an infinite horde.

 

The  savoring is captivating,

As patrons await salivating,

As amid scene and scent oscillate,

The zesty essence dominates.

  

Ignite the imminent

Marking the 500th entry, a wonderful journey, with hopes for more...

 

The day started out as any other,

Peering into the mirror, into my soul,

Going through the motions did smother,

Felt like, a smile to myself would console.

 

Time ticked by, as wait it did for none.

Though a creature of habit, I stood rooted,

With the routines, I seemed to be done,

This spark had come at a time, well suited.

 

In a divine calm, I felt soaked,

A smile in my lips and a skip in step,

A mix of glum and glee it evoked,

As I slowly wove my way out of the web.

 

Years of comfort built, held me back,

This place seemed part of me, extended.

Till this moment, when I was hit a smack,

Life as I knew, would soon be amended.

Strive, strain and stress

 

Daunting the task seems to be,

Chip away, can I? I try to see

Minutes then turn into hours,

While I begin to doubt my prowess.

 

Fastidiousness is my nemesis,

Perfectionist, I am not, I insist.

My efforts though get intensified,

Near the end, I stand petrified.

 

Deadlines don’t faze me, I proclaim,

The challenges I face, keep me aflame,

Intimidating that once I had tagged,

That job is now done and bagged.

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.