A Chronicle Of Dreams

May 20, 2011

Untitled - Fallout?

Image Courtesy Fantasy Art Design

The sentence falls, the distance calls
musings of another time and place

centres around the tree of grace

People look back askance

where were they perchance??

the devil smiles in disguise

the pantomime player’s rise

another planet another show

that’s how time will ebb and flow

beautifully disgraced, molten thoughts

spewing poison on them all.

*Thought I’ll try this...turning unplanned thoughts into poetic words.....

just deleted the last three random lines to stick to the 55 words limit.

May 16, 2011

Adventures Inc

Dull cloudy Friday, was it the 13^th?

It tantalised and teased,

Started off easy enough as

they port keyed in, screaming for dear life

landing on a pissed off Jill

Scampering on to tumble into Humpty dumpty....

The king’s men chasing the hungry souls

to a witch selling hot cross buns

For the lad and wench, she simpered....

too tired to deny, no galleons to exchange

a silver ring for passage paid...

The stone doors creaked wide

King Arthur and his knights rode astride,

curtsied in jeans and tops

snitched off pastries from the festive lot...

dozing off to find themselves squeezed

in the Mad Hatter’s chair.

Barely escaped to be waylaid by hunting orcs

the side trip to middle earth all her fault...

Hiding under the great oak in time to watch

the huntsman dragging a pale Snow White.

She managed to catch her errant champ

Muttering “yea might be mistaken for

the prince, the way you wince!”

The Grey bad wolf chasing Red Riding Hood

acted as the last straw....clutching at the star

to be at the place they were before.

She clamped the clasps shut,

tiny hands adding their strength

against an unrelenting Giant;

standing on the Beanstalk.

The brave girl threw it in the air watching

it slide back against its nature

to the dark corner of the ancient shelf

Rubbing his hands free of the dust, he said

"these tomes are not for the faint hearted, Aunt"

Slunk away together; one to her Barbie Doll,

the other to watch "Lighting McQueen" nitro boost away;

the third fast asleep on her lap

oblivious of the preceding chaos and mishaps.

*My silly take for my Muses- my nephews Sidartha and Akshay and niece Aishwarya

* Jack Edward's poem on the Zodiac had me thinking if I could go something similar.

Just Another Ordinary Day

The heat seeped in...Sweaty faces everywhere.... patient, stressed, desolate odds...

The lunch break took forever....

The child in the cramped corner bawled incessantly hearing the loud, aggressive voices.

Hush little baby, don't you cry...she whispered to the scared, sleepy child.... the distraught mother who was from a poorer background soothed with kind words of hope...

The bells clanged in the red bricked building, a living testimony of the British Raj....the crowds dissipating into the rooms in the corridor.

They waited silently.....the pronouncement was as expected. Minutes later, handing her the cheque; asking her to use wisely not just the money but the chance at a meaningful life...

Dedicated to Ms. Rajalaksmi, my firebrand divorce lawyer who won an election in my home state last week and has become a Member of the State Legislature...she had hinted at our last meeting of a role in politics but this was unexpected....I hope she uses her new powers for the betterment of women, especially victims of domestic violence.