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.

Supper gone awry

Suitors in arms,
Waiting hand and foot,
On the unsuspecting
Lady-to-be, in devout.

A supper when she sat,
Down to, this bleary night,
She wasn’t for interruptions,
Or a garish display of might.

A blanket expression,
She wore to ward off,
Their actions amusing,
She walked off with a scoff.

In the merry month of May,

In the merry month of May,
In a morn, by break of day,
I woke up and I wondered,
Would I live upto hundred?

What brought about the thought,
With worry, I was wrought,
Of loved ones moving away,
Fears they continued to essay.

Prayers for all, I decided then,
And, follow the words of wise men,
Work! work with joy and pleasure,
Results and outcome, without measure.

Desires none, there shall be,
Happiness then, will continue to be,
Attachments always breed sorrow,
Think not of, what is for morrow?

Living for today, day by day,
Following the age old cliche.

Captivating charms

With a grin, I stumbled into
The fascinating bead store,
The jumble of colors did
Make me yearn for more.

Some too tiny for the naked eye,
Hardly weighed a gram,
Others covered in layers of art,
And, as big as my palm.

The beader hard at work,
With her head bowed down,
Creating magic with her hands,
Her love for the art – shone.

3WW

Grandiose verbose

Rambling wasn’t her forte,
Crisp and dry her repartee,
Acting lessons made her stray,
In a tangent, wandering away.

Loquacious, an occupational hazard,
Putting on a false façade,
Bordering on loud and effusive,
Far from her previously pensive.

Not anymore, who she was,
One day, she would take a pause,
For now, frontward to the fore,
Milestones many, she had to explore.

One Single Impression

Machination

In my rusty language,

I strain for words,
Words to convey my love.

Rusty I had become,
In relationships,
A loner I lived as for
Far longer than I cared.

A strain this brought
In my love for her,
And hers for me.

A robot I had created
I become on with
A monster I turned it
And, it turned me!

Weekend Wordsmith

Dreary dampness

Damp, today promises to be,
Incensed skies pouring away,
Sheets of water deluging to sea,
Life slowly skids to a stop today.

Gray and cloudy keeps at it,
Wet slippery paths facing all,
Venturing takes a lot of grit,
A wrong step leads to a fall.

3WW

Museum manifests

A day at the museum,

Exhibition of the past,

Exposition of the art,

Anticipation of future.

Art in its entirety,

Genres of several kind,

Masterpieces of yore,

Mingled among potentials.

Bones and fossils crowd,

The flora and fauna cloud.

Machines from the bygone,

Rudiments of the science.

Voyeurism of life inherent,

Inexorable curiosity  reigns,

Transparent show for posterity,

The cycle of inquisitiveness.

OSI

Yielding away

Surrendering to sleep,
Is my dream for the day,
Into dreamland I will sweep
Off myself away.

My brain tell me to stop,
The body tattles with sign,
I artificially myself prop,
And vigorously feign.

Till no more of it can,
And the time is here,
Let there be no plan
And, into void disappear.

Sunday Scribblings

Heart of joy

He brought joy to his mom,
His dad was his rooting team,
Managing his life on his own,
Was still a far fetched dream.

Little victories, they lived for,
A mini piano recital he performed,
He dressed up in his Sunday best,
To all who cheered, he warmed.

Forbidding all from any sorrow,
Was his sweet and pure heart,
Brandishing his innocent appeal,
All over joy to all, he did impart.

Clasped and clenched

Locking my words deep within,
With rage, when I am seething.
Trying to portray a sane front,
So, them with words, not affront.

Words once out, can’t come back,
With strength, havoc they wrack,
Full control over anger, my artillery,
One that helps me avoid pillory.

Planet Halt

If I knew, I had just two,
Weeks that remain in the world,
I thought hard of what I’ll do,
For a moment, my brain swirled.

Exotic, I thought, some action,
Doing seeing things not from before,
Then, family brought fond reaction,
Memories there were a galore.

Thought some more, then I did,
No end decision, I came up with,
Knowing before I may forbid,
And, dismiss, prior to it, as a myth.

Rude Cactus

Principal's principles

Skating on thin ice of diplomacy,
is enough to give the best - jitters,
Without an air of supremacy,
Sweetened every one of the  bitters.

With aplomb and grace, was handled,
The sticky and sensitive affairs,
One that in a blink, could be mangled,
And, caught them all unawares.

3WW

Stage and its players

An actor is seen in glory,

Deserving, is he of the standing?
Rich fruits begets his labor,
Unworthy the largesse demanding.

Isn’t life a movie in motion?
Every day a new act in play?
Not one, but performers are all.
Each one’s story a ballet!

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players

Still life of activity



Magpie Tales 64

 The child in her arms,
After a long day of work,
A photograph was not,
The thing to do then.

A cranky one, slipping
Away from her arms,
With a strong lock
But she held on.

An active baby,
Setting out to run,
Forced against will
To capture for ages.

A test of patience,
For the impatient pair,
Each would rather be,
Anywhere but here.



Magpie Tales

Framing

In a jiffy, a line is drawn,
Maps are made in closed rooms,
Relationships in a snap, withdrawn,
And, a separate future looms.

Families are broken apart,
All for an arbitrary line,
Fences built, play their part,
With the singular aim to confine.

Creating borders is fairly swift,
Mingling, conversely, daunting.
Rather than at division, be miffed,
Togetherness, shouldn't we be flaunting?

Not a piece of cake

A multilayered cake, I presume,
Atop are the stately bride and groom,
Intricate sugar icing in play,
Centerpiece of the wedding day.

Flowers intertwined, bright and gay,
Perhaps roses and daffodils, in bouquet,
Thistles and shamrock to wrap up,
The best ever, to savor each sup.

Royal Nuptial

Splendid in display,
Restrained extravagance,
Regal attires in plenty,
Elegance in vogue.

Majestic, the key players,
Stately subdued in emotion,
Noble, the intent in all,
A modern fairy tale.

Innocence

Guilt is castigated,
Innocence is glorified,
Is there a balance?



Haiku Heights

Snooze Abuse

A day of so much joy,

That sleep wasn’t needed,
With emotions, it did toy,
But sleeps call wasn’t heeded.

Slowly but surely, it did,
As day went by indeed.
Into delirium, slowly slid,
And, finally, to sleep concede.

Theme Thursday

Predicament medicament

I have lost touch with my past,
And, I certainly have no future,
The day left me a little aghast,
A broken heart, I need to suture.

A little taste of my medicine,
Felt bitter beyond what it sounds,
A long pause, all I could glean
Now to soothe and salve my wounds.

An ode to the wedding dress

The impeccable white one,
Laced in intricate beauty,
Train falling in layers.
A subtle design all over.

Veiled in gorgeousness shines
Through, with the happy glow,
The one that will be traced,
By many to follow in steps.

A perfect sheath of fabric,
With not a single wary crease,
Designed by the best there are,
Frozen in frame and minds of all.

Devoid of disorders

A world without the many,
Dreaded ailments, aplenty,
Toward it, there is a teem,
Will that end an empty dream?

For no reason, they strike,
Hitting the rich and poor alike,
Of deterioration, seems a surge,
As if earth is on a human purge.

Discoveries of cures proliferate,
Derivative disorders escalate,
Physicians with their hands dull,
From the dire, back they pull.





Idyllic in a utopian world,
Where the ideal life is unfurled,
One day it shall be there,
Maladies will be on the pare.

Customary

A mishmash of words I try,

A poem among them, I spy.
Not a single day goes by,
When I don’t with words ply.

Days when in a deluge fall,
With words, I then have a ball,
Other days, I cajole and call,
Even then they seem to stall.

Satisfaction comes at the end,
When the rhymes all blend,
And slowly the verse does distend,
And, next one will impend.