Exhilaration

A normal (rainy) day in Bangalore.

Cloudy thunder


dark lightning

wind swept

the heralds of the end



droplets soft

tinkling splashes

gently seeps

the wetness beckons



face drips 

neck goosebumps

back tickles

arms outstretched standing



primal smell

alluring scent

delectable fragrance

parched earth first shower



laughing mouths

dancing eyes

sloshing feet

puddles seem cool



cleansed body

invigorated mind

rejuvenated soul

the rain gods smile.

Why Men Are From Mars, Women From Venus - 3

 Sometime in Feb 2004

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# 38 RandomMusings For The Day

Based on the recent statements in the media and also reports of overdose of chemicals affecting crops in parts of China

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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.

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.