A Chronicle Of Dreams: poetry

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May 26, 2011

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.

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.

May 08, 2011

Mother's Day - Haiku 14

Image courtesy where did my smile go

World's force feeding /

Turning poison to nectar /

A mother's touch //

April 25, 2011

Unstable Undetected??

Glances here, there, everywhere

pain, heartache never ending, relentless...

A brewing storm, clutching at ribs,

Dragon's fire - belching bolts

the heart asunder.

dull eyes, shimmer less gaze,

blank stares, sees no face

tethering on the edge,

thin line divides

sanity and craze.

Bright lights invisible

to all save one

pulls on, farther away.

mind craves, falters, yields to

the cold caress of light and dark in turn

echoing laughter off the wall, rebounds.

Flowing torrent as sudden as death,

dim recognition fails, gone for now,

in the blink of an eye.

April 23, 2011

Torturous Days

Life is never straight nor calm, tragic

when he turns on that so called charm

Not a funny bone in the body

and yet speak of comic timing.

The party is on in full swing

wishing you have a shift to still be in.

The stunned silence isn't quite adulation

the life of this one?, funny thought.

Costume themed? definitely not.

Bet, you purposely forget.

Blue velveteen and floppy ears

stands out among jeans and T shirts

This to mock me, I know

Easter bunny stunt pulled out,

just means, "now is time"

to give you the marching lines...

Added To Saturday Centus

April 16, 2011

Nebulous Voices - Haiku 13

The thoughts meander /

Precious memories blaze by /

Distant resonance //

April 14, 2011

Kafkaesque Love

The starry night,

a red moon crescent,

the rhythm unfolds...

take a step forward

with fresh hope lingering

warily, the distance kept

the tables turned abrupt

the warrior sizing me up

a cruel smile, a rough tumble,

beaten, retreat into the cocoon.

Now it’s you, stepping

on the invisible line

pushing, prodding,

in disturbing waves

another piece of my heart

on the floor stomped,

the bright red blood

trickling under your

hob nailed shoes.

Dawn and momentary succour

to gather dense thoughts

find the will to break free

from the obsessed, maniacal

gaze you bestow.

Footfalls of the evening

all in vain

This submission of mine*

Still could be the death of me*

To the dance floor we take

long ago willingly

often now at your behest.

Another twirl, another piece broken

till I can leave

without a backward glance.

Until you, someday,

see me for myself

Our love story not,

nor hints of normalcy,

the makings of a tragedy.

{Written 6 yrs ago, except for the * lines added recently.... :) }

April 08, 2011

Girl Child - An Alternate Reality

Burned to ashes...

Never to be held to the warm bosom.

As I watched, weak and helpless,

The comforting embrace of known arms

Enclosed in their hold, not for long.

Mud I smelt, wet, dust caused sniffles

Calloused hands unwrapped the blanket

Shivering body laid to rest...

The billowing earth, burning lungs,

Choked cry stuck in the chest

Wriggled, twisted in agony,

The ochre colours blinding the vision,

Left to breath my last.

The heavens sadly smiled,

Warm burrowing hands desperate in their search

Burning tears of rage, echoing growls from deep within

My saviour stood fearful

Till my feeble cries of thanks he heard.

Grandfather never minded

Was his daughter's last thread left

You murdered me almost, father

Your own flesh and blood

Wouldn’t it have made a difference

Had I been a born a boy??

April 07, 2011