#NaPoWriMo# Day 22

‚ÄčTerrace Garden

(Georgic poem)

When one is stuck on a high rise building

From where giant trees appear like pygmy bonsai

Growing plants in pots becomes a challenge.

I decided to take up this herculean task

Hoping to have my own hanging garden.

It starts with selecting the right pot
Then comes the soil, compost and fertiliser.

You have to take a call on the right mix of plants

Choosing ornamental, flowering and herbs.

You next step is to make sure they get the right amount of light

The watering schedule is crucial too.

But the most important thing to keep in mind is 

Give them your tender, loving attention To see them in their full growing glory.


#NaPoWriMo# Day 21

‚ÄčThe Neighbour

(Overheard speech)

“If you know what I mean!”

I would often hear our neighbour remark,

I was a young kid of nine then

Curious and with an overactive mind.

I would wonder and wonder

My brain going in overdrive

What exactly did she mean by that?

My imagination would run wild.

And for me that bespectacled, buck-toothed

Female of unfathomable age 

Was nothing less than an oracle!

One who could see in the in seeable future

Who would leave things half said, 

Juxtaposed with… you know what I mean…

And I wondered at the minds of the adults talking to her

Marvelling at their ability to read her mind.

And so I remained fascinated as well as fearful  of this neighbour.

Till one day I had an epiphany 

Suddenly this neighbour lost her aura

I realised she was nothing more than a snooty, nosey woman

Who actually knew nothing at all!

#NaPoWriMo# Day 20

Love at Crease

(Sports imagery)

I was at the batting crease,

When she came from nowhere.

Her looks threw a googly

And I was clean bowled!

No slip was required,

 Nor a midon needed

I was the maiden wicket

For I scarce scored in her presence.

Some say it was hit wicket,

Others accused me of not playing the ball

But the truth is the maiden bowled me over

With a quick flick of her gaze.

(The terms in bold are used in cricket.)


#NAPoWriMo# Day 19


(Creation myth)

As the kitty ran away with the ball of thread,

Rolling and unfurling it between its paws

It got knotted and pulled

in all directions.

Finally tired of all entanglement, the kitty came to a pause.

When she finally retrieved the ball from the kitty,

She was amazed to see the pattern as she pulled it taut.

The knots and the loops looked daintily pretty

And gave her the idea to not knit, but instead knot.

Thus using that as template she tried many a times

Knotting and pulling , then giving some slack

Her fervour waxing and waning in turns.

Giving up in frustration, then redoing at her pace,

At last she perfected the art of tatting on her own.

And gave the world a craft of making lovely lace.


#NaPoWriMo# Day 18

Wedding in the family, guests and illness have put me back by almost 10 days! But I am trying my best to catch up. So I am posting 3 poems today.



Pitter and patter the rain fell

Causing a rumblebeat on my roof

Phlat! phlat! It fell on the slats

Sometimes sounding like the pussyhoof.

The tiny droplets fell tippytoppytap

The big ones went plopish

At times the rain fell slumberingishly

At others, frenzichaotically.

I lay next to the window gazlongingly

Looking at the merrdance of drops

Wishing I could outdoors be

Waving my limbs like a field of crops.


#NaPoWriMo# Day 16

To You, Forever!

(Poem in form of letter)

Dear Husband,

If you are reading this letter

Then I think I did better

And moved on to the next level

Where I don’t have to struggle

To be what you wanted me to be,

But rather be what I was always meant to be.

Forty years ago, I married a man I scarce knew,

Willingly, accepting without a cry and hue.

Trying ever so hard to please all the time

To be myself, I never had the time.

You loved me, I cannot deny it

But it restricted me and tethered me a bit.

Perhaps I too was at fault, I think,

Making you the centre of my universe in a blink.

Thus you got in the habit of lording over me,

It filled me with pride first, later it suffocated me.

Loving you was the be all end all of my life

But it was not reciprocated fully and ruined my life.
I could not go out without your permission,

I could never voice a contrary opinion,

Meeting my relatives was frowned upon,

To be true, on your relatives you didn’t ask me to fawn.

These were not a written writ

But subtly wrought bit by bit.

I thought love meant twin bodies and one soul

Your soul remained intact, I inflicted a self goal.

By the time I realised I was stifled and misused

To my ministrations you had gotten used

Every time I tried to flex my wings

You clipped them with baubles and things.

Thus I asked god for only one wish to grant

Outlive you, I simply can’t.

Now you would know my true worth

When in my absence you will be given wide berth

No one now at your beck and call

No one to help you when you fall.

Perhaps now you will have time to ponder

Maybe at your autocracy you will wonder

Every time you call out my name

Maybe it will be with regret and a bit of shame.


#NaPoWriMo# Day 17

Missing You


Shallow clouds float languidly,

The moon hangs low over the horizon,

Zephyr blows softly, setting the mood,

I am here all alone, wishing you were with me.

I lie awake as sleep eludes me,

Your thoughts fill my whole being.

The moonlit night looks sad,

The fragrant breeze gradually dies down,

The clouds drift away.

I curse such beauteous nights

That I spend longing for you!

When you are not by my side,

Nothing gives pleasure to me.


#NaPoWriMo# Day 15


(Half way poem)

As I look back at my journey so far

After having reached the half way mark

I think of all that has happened

And wonder about all that is going to happen.

I realise life is not a profit and  loss game

Where you tally the loss against gain.

 It has been a learning process,

Learning and unlearning by osmosis.

At times life gave me some hard knocks

At others, I easily surmounted stumbling blocks.

Gaining friends as I carried forward,

Losing some loved ones moving onwards.

I don’t know exactly what future has in store

But I am prepared to lose some more for sure.

With age comes equanimity and acceptance

And the realisation of life’s impermanence.

This is how life goes on

I’ve learnt to take things head on.