Reflecting spirit /
Night rider streaks across sky /
Darkness flourishes //
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
September 05, 2011
September 04, 2011
September 03, 2011
Haiku - 15
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| Jean Baptiste Corot 1845 |
The windmill slows down /
Soft footsteps on the stone floor /
My heart picks up speed //
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September 02, 2011
August 28, 2011
Child's Play
*Tried an Acrostic after a long time.....using each succeeding alphabet of the prompt as the first letter of the lines of the verse.
“Surprise!! I’m pregnant”
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| From photobucket |
Said the report; the Gynec, sad frown
Utter silence across the table
Reminiscent; ashen faces, of cremation grounds
People once friendly,
Rendered snickering gossips
Infatuation at 12, paid bitter price
School authorities bid nasty goodbye
“Egg rotten, spoils the entire set”, they proclaimed.
Insensitive relatives advise,
Admonished parents, for letting things slide,
Mother calls her a harlot now....
Ponder how a child is begotten,
Remember it takes two to tango...
Ensure censure for other’s fault
Given leeway, playing the field
New victim to warm his worn bed
Allowing him to deny
Not justice decreed
Tonight she sleeps...tomorrow....
*based on a news heard....12 yrs old should be enjoying childhood...but T.V, movies make them
indulge in reckless behaviour....
* My heart goes out to the 12 year old, especially with no schooling for now, living in a traditional society she has a tough life ahead.
Would you like to see this as a poem or as a 100 word story?
August 22, 2011
Wave The Flag
the blue of transparency
Let the streets burn
in the fierceness of your passion
The mighty cower and hide
covering their tracks in vain
People's power where it truly belongs
not in the hungry corridors of parliament
in you and me who put them there
Not for avarice and mindless ego trips
to make our lives a better fare.
Remind them time and again
of the people, by the people, for the people
is still the clarion call of Democracy
* This is my BLUE contribution to the fight against corruption - a people's movement that has erupted all across India, asking their elected representatives not to forget what they are here for.
Wave The Flag
the blue of transparency
Let the streets burn
in the fierceness of your passion
The mighty cower and hide
covering their tracks in vain
People's power where it truly belongs
not in the hungry corridors of parliament
in you and me who put them there
Not for avarice and mindless ego trips
to make our lives a better fare.
Remind them time and again
of the people, by the people, for the people
is still the clarion call of Democracy
* This is my BLUE contribution to the fight against corruption - a people's movement that has erupted all across India, asking their elected representatives not to forget what they are here for.
For Jinksy In Tandem 6, Gooseberry Goes Poetic
August 08, 2011
My Story
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miled again, rather
Grimaces in pain
The spotlight never her thing.
Millions of eyes, ears,
mouths and hands
Dissecting the enigma
On the canvas.
If portraits could
If portraits could
Speak their minds
As do in Hogwarts...
My face would
My face would
Mesmerise no longer.
The long hours,
Aching limbs,
Stretched endurance
Worth the while.
Few stolen moments ,
A valid excuse,
Bought at heavy price
Of heartache and heart break.
Throw a curve ball
Throw a curve ball
That proclaimed
The furrowed brows,
Pigment stained fingers
Dipping onto the palette
Belonged to the one
My secret love.
The man belonging
with the world but
never with any one.
Do you Like this as a poem or a 100 word story?
Do you Like this as a poem or a 100 word story?
July 18, 2011
The Watchers
She stood there, watching
the face break into giggles and squeals,
brow scrunched in intense concentration,
a voice that hummed along soft strains
merry feet and giddy moves,
He stood there watching
the sleep laden lids struggling,
the once palpitating heart, breaking
the listless body drifting
monologues and arguments in emptiness.
They hung there as they always had
through changing walls and rooms
the silent sentinels musing over
the ever changing fortunes
of their mistress and her lady luck.
painting whispers
( based on this glass painting of RadhaKrishna that my cousin sister Nimmi
made and gifted for my first wedding anniv.
A decade, three cities, a dead relationship later; they still hang on, my precious gift)
June 21, 2011
Haiku - 17 Refugees
Herded like cattle /
stinky boats and trucks, entrapped /
blind dreams, bleeding souls //
June 14, 2011
Despotic Dreams
hates my being a drake.
Stands by insisting I wear lavender;
to be seen as a pansy
by all the hot ducks I fancy.
Added To Grandma's Goulash and Poetry Potluck
June 06, 2011
White Wizard
White Wizard,
He's going away,
White Wizard,
Can't you make him stay?
All this time you were around,
Silent and Eager, Quiet and Strong.
Took for granted all the moments
Now long gone just memories
Of our unfinished song.
There you were
When need made me cling..
Its a crime, a crying shame,
That fear made me let go
Of what was mine...
First there was Fate,
And then there were Rules,
Strangers both to
One's that choose.
One sealed my lips,
The other crushed my soul,
Together tormenting,
Never for a moment apart.
Desperate mind that never knew,
Hell it would be,
To live without you.
Wishful thinking of a foolish heart,
Things would change..
Tonight the stars will shine'
Tomorrow the sun will rise again....
(This was inspired by the song White Demon - The Killers)
White Wizard
White Wizard,
He's going away,
White Wizard,
Can't you make him stay?
All this time you were around,
Silent and Eager, Quiet and Strong.
Took for granted all the moments
Now long gone just memories
Of our unfinished song.
There you were
When need made me cling..
Its a crime, a crying shame,
That fear made me let go
Of what was mine...
First there was Fate,
And then there were Rules,
Strangers both to
One's that choose.
One sealed my lips,
The other crushed my soul,
Together tormenting,
Never for a moment apart.
Desperate mind that never knew,
Hell it would be,
To live without you.
Wishful thinking of a foolish heart,
Things would change..
Tonight the stars will shine'
Tomorrow the sun will rise again....
Haiku - 16
She stood on the ground /
Pride and grace personified /
Nature's porcelain dream //
Haiku
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