End of Summer Scavenger Hunt (9)

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

Time to post my last poem on the last day of August.

13. Blitz on death

End is truth

All things die
All things end
End is nigh
End is inevitable
Inevitable is demise
Inevitable not birth
Birth is joy
Birth is beginning
Beginning to end
Beginning of life
Life is beautiful
Life can be pain
Pain to be endured
Pain can kill
Kill with weapons
Kill with words
Words are a balm
Words can be sharp
Sharp objects maim
Sharp words hurt
Hurt I retire
Hurt I hide
Hide your feelings
Hide behind walls
Walls to safeguard
Walls are haven     
Haven is home
Haven is heaven
Heaven is here
Heaven or hell
Hell on earth
Hell after dying
Dying sunlight
Dying is fated
Fated to live
Fated to endure
Endure hardships
Endure all aches
Aches my heart
Ache my bones
Bones turn brittle
Bones will be interred
Interred forever
Interred for eternity
Eternity is humbug
Eternity is truth
Truth is death
Truth is proud

With this, the August Scavenger Hunt comes to an end. Val, thanks so much for the inspiration and encouragement. Thanks fellow bloggers for taking time to read and leave encouraging words.


School it is!

The consent form for offline classes lies open on the desktop. To send or not to send is the dilemma we face. Our fourteen year old was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes a few months ago. He is excited at the idea of going back to school finally. But should we expose him to the possibility of infection? Is it worth the risk! I can’t overlook the fact that he is listless and inattentive during online classes. Missing live interaction with teachers and classmates. The most voluble student with a hundred queries now skulks in the virtual classroom.

He decides it is time for him to reclaim his life. With masks and sanitizers and the school staff completely vaccinated, we are ready to take a chance, albeit with trepidation!

The sun still burning
clouds chasing each other
could children do so

Written for dVerse. Frank Tassone says: Whether you begin a new school year yourself, you send your first (or last) to college, or you recall your own back to school adventures, write your haibun alluding to back to school!

End of Summer Scavenger Hunt (8)

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

12. Abecedarian on Self discovery

Adrift, aimless, on the vast seas of life
bungling most of the time
careless and carefree
dawdling as I skimmed the waves
everyone warned I would remain a drifter, but what
fun is there in being a part of the herd
growing up by the rules made by the others
held little appeal to my sense of
individuality that wanted to bloom
justifiably in its own glory
knowing too well it would have unlimited scope
luckily books proved to be a safe haven
making solitude a safe place to be
nurturing a love for words which
over a time became a release
pivotal in turning an interest into a passion
quietly penning my innermost thoughts
rhyming the beats of life
stanza by stanza discovering new nuances
traversing untrodden paths
until I felt I knew who I am
vain I am not but I know
without a doubt now myself better
xenium are my poems, offered with love to
you, you as well as you
zealously I will never guard my words!


As I stumble again over my tangled shoelaces
wondrous memories light up the canvas of youth
time is fluid and my mind lucid
as I ramble through the lanes of past
a hint of the fragrance of carefree laughter
causes a lump in my throat that refuses to go
the freaky four they called us behind our back
our strangeness, the elephant in the room
nobody had the courage to address
we were unstoppable
no kakorrhaphiophobia, no feeling of insufficiency
my clumsiness never an issue
secure in each others’ quaintness
world warriors we were
then fate spun a whirlwind so intense
scattered across the globe we lie
the magnet of uniqueness keeping us aligned
I wipe my tears with a sigh hoping to see them before I die.



I must

I must, I must, I must repeated
like a mantra, helps me not
it was a mistake to believe the lies
and the damage has been wrought!

The silent moon my companion
offers no answers rather emptying
more questions in the pocket of stillness I carry
I can feel my eyes welling.

My identity hangs upturned
at the mercy of borrowed love
the icy gaze of future leaves
me completely nonplussed.

I must, I must, I must
I repeat over and over
my decision is made, I have to
tell him, this can’t go on forever.

Written for dVerse. Victoria C. Slotto, the host at Meeting the Bar, has asked us to write a soliloquy.

End of Summer Scavenger Hunt (7)

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

11. Harrisham on Forgiving

I forgive you

Every midnight I take your harsh words and fold them neatly
yearning for when I won’t have to tuck them away from sight under my pillow
gone are the days when nary a harsh word passed your lips, for you loved so deeply
each day, despite everything, I still start afresh pushing aside these feelings so low
how difficult it is to be divine to be able to forgive and forget completely
well! I do it not for you, but for my own peace of mind, you know!


Guest Emotion

Gung-ho, attractive and daring
Unexpectedly arriving with an overflowing portmanteau
Eager to occupy the vacant space
Stealthily making way to the heart on the bias
Tricky love puzzled mind also does abduct!

Making its arrival known with a lot of fanfarE
The lips flutter in a smile like a blooM
The silly heart dances with gustO
Tattooing only one name in the chesT
Then suddenly it leaves without an alibI
The mind again feels like a stupid bozO
Taken on the same old ride once agaiN.

Written for dVerse.

Lillian says:  I challenge you to either write a poem that in some way relates to a puzzle you’ve been faced with, or includes the word “puzzle”; or try your hand at an Acrostic; or extra points if you write an Acrostic Plus!

A double acrostic and acrostic plus.

Maybe (a quadrille)

If only for one night

we had discarded religion like clothes

counted each others’ ribs,

run our hands over each others’ scarred hearts

read verses to each other from our scriptures

thereafter buried books that divided us

and saved us from religion

maybe then…

Written for dVerse. De says:
Put your heart into it, and pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word heart.

End of Summer Scavenger Hunt (6)

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

10. Octina on Revenge

Sweet Revenge

As she runs the bath for her beloved

Filling it with bubbles and froth

She hums to herself an old forgotten ditty

Talking of love and betrayal, it doth

She picks up the pile of clothes from the corner

Out falls a photo of a pretty maiden on the floor

It has her beloved’s name on the back

Her heart has been asunder tore!

Filled with rage, the photo she tore

She recalls recent aloofness of her beloved

She is certainly not the kind to try to win him back

She needs her sweet revenge, her mouth froths

She plots and draws up a plan on floor

Humming under her breath “better than revenge” ditty

Wrath overtakes her, love has turned a corner

He has no clue, nor an inkling he doth!

Her crafty mind thinks of  a devious plot, it truly doth!

She gets mightily busy though her heart it tore

He calls to tell  he’s held up in traffic’s clutch at the office corner

Enough time for her to plan what to do with her beloved

She will be dressed like a siren, singing his favourite ditty

Tired and weary as he would come back

Candles and jasmine to pretty the floor

Though her innards did pretty much froth!

She offers him his favourite chilled bubbly with froth

Bites the bait  with gullibility, upon my word, he doth!

Clutching his throat he is sprawled on the floor

The poison, as planned, did his gullet tore

All spent, he lies lifeless on his back

The torn photo still fluttering in a corner

She hums feverishly her favourite ditty

As she bids goodbye to her beloved!

A frothy office affair and there was no turning back

Revenge doth make one turn a corner

Dead and spent on the floor like a forgettable ditty

She tore away forever from her heart, thoughts of her beloved.

Love is a piece of cake

Walnut and rum cake

My love, my love for you is such
whatever I may say, it’s  never too much!
I have sung many paeans to our love in the past
’tis time to renew vows for our love unsurpassed!
If you remember, my love, we bonded over our love for cakes
you love to eat ’em, I love to bake!

Caramel custard

My love for you is as deep and luscious
as the deep caramel custard delicious
just as I get intoxicated looking into your bourbon eyes
a generous splash of rum in tiramisu induces your sighs
I love your feather touch kisses which skim my dainty fingertips
they remind me of the frothy as air meringue that I whip!


Summer, winter, autumn, come rain or hail
with your arms around me in the kitchen, my baking never fails
to use baking terms to measure my love for you
teaspoons, tablespoons and cups will never do
my love for  you is immeasurable like the grains of sugar sweet
you make me melt like butter, O my dessert treat!

Pecan cake

It is bake off time again on WordPress! This annual baking bonanza is held by Mel, Gary and Jeanne. You can read more about it here.

It is a great festival; vibrant and full of good music and yummy goodies! I love writing about it. You can read my poem about it in 2020 here and in 2019 here. Please join the fun.