Falling in love

If I had one more heart

I would readily give it to you

And to you, you and

perhaps to you too!

But you see, the one I had, is already taken

Yet everyday, I keep falling in love

unplanned and spontaneously

my senses so easily enraptured

I fall in love with your sunrise

I fall in love with my dusk

I fall in love with traditional cooking

When the heady aromas envelop

I romance aromatic baking

For it brings a smile on my kids’ faces

Makes my home smell heavenly

And store bought cookies replaces

I fall in love with the angelic tangle of arms and legs

now asleep without a care

Whose sibling rivalry and revelry fill my home and heart

As well as my life and soul

I fall in love with your words, your turn of phrase

What you say and what you leave unsaid

I fall in love with the verses that reach out to me,

The stories that only your mind can create

Your unique experience that you kindly share

I fall in love with the pictures of blooms and pets you send

I fall in love with the magic of movies

And their world of wondrous make- believe

I fall in love with many a books

Their life like characters and their authors

And the belief and conviction that they portray

I fall in love with the music I listen to,

The singer, the writer and the musician

I fall in love with the raindrops falling

The overcast skies and the crescent moon

I fall in love hopelessly and completely everyday

And as my whimsical heart waxes and wanes in love

The one who captured my heart many moons ago

Sits in a corner looking indulgently

At the shenanigans of my wayward heart

He draws me close and holds my hand and says

” Your heart is not my captive, let it love and love freely

As long as I have a place in your heart

Accommodate as many loves as you can”

Thus, in freeing my heart, he captures it again.

Momentous occasions (OctPoWriMo)

(From Pexel)

Day 17

Prompt: Celebrating milestones

Form: Memento

Balloons strung and candles blown
For fun times we gather

Celebrating milestones
Coming all together

Everyone happily posing
Fun memories; oh boy!
How sweet.

Cosy family gathering
Ceremonies; what joy!
We meet.

Sonnet 611 (OctPoWriMo)

Day 16

Prompt: Love (or not!)

Form: Sonnet

Marriage of true minds is all bunkum;
On seeing impediments in its way,
It proves to be not at all fair dinkum,
With trepidation it does quail!
Nor is it as steady as the north star,
In the wide inky star spangled sky.
Easily shaken by even a tempest in a jar,
Incapable to withstand every how and why!
Love is surely Time’s fool, when beauty wans
Ravaged by its relentless march.
Love flies out of the window if visits to salons
Fail. Unable to withstand Time’s forward charge.
If at all thee thinketh love can last forever,
A bigger fool than thy, can there be never!

(Taking liberty to turn sonnet 116 on its head😅)

And the leaves come down (OctPoWriMo)

(From Pexel)

Day 15

Prompt: Leaves

Form: Enclosed Tercet

You wander lonely in the soft breeze
Pretty red leaves and yellow leaves
Leaving bare the lofty trees.

Floating gently through the air;
Falling noiselessly on the ground
Pale sun peeps from everywhere.

Scurry and scamper and run leaves run!
The wind is chasing you with all his might
He laughs at you in the autumn sun.

When you eventually tire of flaunting around
Howling old wind will drop you underfoot
Rapid moving feet will crush you to the ground.

Tenderly someone may pick up thee
Tuck you within the leaves of a book
To send to a beloved sometime, maybe!

Gliding gracefully you fall on earth
Clothing her bare skin in many hues
Year after year taking leave of your hearth.

Sharing at dVerse OLN.

Theatrics of life ( OctPoWriMo)

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Day 13

Prompt: Theatre

Form: Rhyming couplets

Hey, Mr. Director! I think the script needs a revision
There are very few happy scenes and too much tension!

Could you tell the scriptwriter the cues are all askew
Why is it the same old story and not something new?

Why don’t I as the main protagonist have the centre stage?
Why does the audience age as in the play I age?

It’s my life’s drama, shouldn’t I have a say?
Somehow I am not happy with the progression of the play.

Why wasn’t I given a bound script at the very beginning?
Why do I have to improvise only on your telling?

Why, pray, can’t I do it when I need to?
You treat me as a puppet on string, yes sir, you do!

And listen, Mr. Director, you can’t just thrust me into limelight
We need some rehearsals if the show is on day and night!

Next time when you decide to cast me in the drama of life
Do allow me to play the role as I envisage to avoid any strife.

I am not the kind to leave the production midway
Even if it is not to my liking, till the end I’ll stay!

Next time I will be my own script writer as well as the director
It’s time, sir, for you to hand over the reigns of this theatre!

I have made peace with pain

(From Pexel)

Pain visited me occasionally
like a migratory bird;
it was seasonal.
I never liked her visits but
she threw joy in sharp relief.

Then her visits became more frequent
she liked to perch on my soul
trilling her melancholy song
the deep ache in my heart burgeoned taking roots there.

These days pain and I are inseparable
she lurks behind my smiles
she tinges my happiness with grey
she stays awake with me on moonless nights.

I have learnt to savour
each single slivers of happiness more
no longer immersing myself
completely in exultation
I live on the periphery of jubilation
with pain shining a light on
little pleasures to be lived to the fullest.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host Ingrid says: What I would like you to do for this challenge is a kind of therapeutic exercise. I do NOT want you to open any old wounds which are too painful to approach, or torment yourself by reliving painful moments. Let’s always keep in mind Wordsworth’s definition of poetry as ’emotion recollected in tranquillity.’ If you are able to, I want you to revisit a time in your life when you have felt pain (emotional or physical, acute or chronic) and come out on the other side stronger. As hard as it is to go through, we learn from our pain and grow as a result of it. So let’s examine the personal and artistic growth which can be achieved by finding the silver lining behind the cloud of suffering.

Ode to gooey indulgence (OctPoWriMo)

Day 12

Prompt: Ode to something you love

Form: Ode

Thou oozy overload of sweetness,
Thou sisterhood of deliciousness and lusciousness.
A mere gourmand can’t thus express,
A flowery tale more sweetly than my rhyme:
What perfect torus is thy shape;
No mortal, nor immortal can be immune to thy charms.
In the confectionery shops dotted across the worlde,
What pâtisserie chef worked magic with simple dough?
What piece of baked goody art thou?
What gustatory gratification you generate?

Eaten goodies are sweet but those uneaten,
Are sweeter; therefore ye sight for sore eyes, stay on;
I pray, play with my senses no more!
Sugar dressed beauty, I canst leave thee alone,
Thy allure is beyond compare!
How do I count the ways that I yearn for you?
Fathom no one can, the depth of my longing.
My bold lips yearn to kiss thy scrumptious skin
The untold bliss that you have coated my soul with;
Is unparalleled elsewhere in this universe!

Ah! Delirious do I feel as I bite into
The pillowy softness of perfection!
My eyes close on their own with ecstasy;
As a cavalcade of flavours dances on my tongue.
The unselfish gooey creaminess is something to die for!
I care not if death knocks at my door in this moment of indulgence.
Fie! I say to anyone who tries to warn me about your so called imperfections!
Jealousy is known drive man to unknown nadir;
I dare anyone to make perfidious or calumnious claims against you!
I worship the altar on which you sit queen like;
My day incomplete without a visit to my majesty,
Long live your exuberant voluptuousness!


(Inspired by Keats’ odes)

End/Beginning (OctPoWriMo)

(From Pexel)

Day 10

Prompt: Ending/Stopping

Form: End-stopped

Is it the end of the road for me?
Life still has some aces up its sleeve:
Keeping her fist as closed as it can be
And occasionally bringing us to grieve;
Not all of us get what we quest,
Sometimes what seems like a beginning,
Is the joker dealt by life in jest,
At others we may not see where it is ending.

There are no tricks to surviving, it seems,
You go with the flow and not against it;
Not every rock is diamond though it gleams,
And sometimes it is best not to fight but submit.
As long as we play fair and square,
Even if it is the end of beginning, we needn’t get scared!

Press ctrl+F5 or not (OctPoWriMo)

(From Pexel)

Day 9

Prompt: Relax and Refresh

Form: Loop

Bones when achy, scream rest
Resting with a book seems the best
Best to curl in a corner quiet
Quiet is the balm needed to revive
Revived finally feel my achy bones.

Tangled nerves make my mind jangled
Jangled mind needs calming down
Down I sit with a cup of tea
Tea soothes with the aroma of undulating Darjeeling hills
Hilled mind gradually uncoils and untangles.

Thoughts trouble me and hold sway
Swaying to inner rhythms I measure and weigh
Weighing thoughts quietly ebb out
Out of oven come baked good to satiate
Satiated thus I think happy thoughts.

Tired feet protest carrying weight all day
Day’s work done I prop them upu
Ups and downs I need to discuss
Discuss heart to heart with a friend
Friends best antidote when tired.

Life moves at a whirlwind speed
Speed never my  choice of thrill
Thrilled my heart is whilst constructing verses
Verses flash by, I grab a pen to write
Writing is truly my life.