Opening

When dreams decided to desert my eyes
they left without as much as a by your leave
the monotone void is now bereft of all hues.

My eyes continue to stare widely gazing in disbelief
the inky blackness is an abyss of anguish
where all todays crash into oblivion.

Tomorrows are neither promised nor expected
the bleakness is a wind that blows relentlessly
nothing stings the eyes any more.

The crafty tears, seeing a vacancy
quickly flood my eyes, filling the void
but are unable to flush out memories of those dreams.

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/02/28/what-do-you-see-123-february-28th-2021/

Death could not us part

The evil that we do
lives much longer than us
the wily all pervasive monsters
that technology created
had me in their thrall
all my life
and now that I have shed
my mottled mortal coat
the lure of my device
has given afterlife to
my creaking, enduring bones
dear Death,  we were inseparable
you can not part us
this match made on Earth
will continue… in heaven or hell!

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/02/21/what-do-you-see-122-february-22-2022/

I would like to extend heartfelt gratitude to each one of you for your wishes, prayers and blessings. My cousin’s daughter left for Romania on Friday. My husband and I picked her up from the airport today morning. Her brother is still stuck in the hostel though he was supposed to leave this morning. There are too many kids and not enough means of transport. But we are hopeful he will leave sometime tomorrow and be here in a couple of days.

Thank you so much all. 🙏🏼

What price? (a sparrowlet)

She watches news, her heart in mouth
The world is again headed south
No room for contrarian views
Her teenagers she’s worried ’bout
World leaders, to engage, refuse
Her heart in mouth, she watches news

Glued to the screen, with bated breath
None can measure her grief’s depth
Nor any hear her poor heart keen
Dried eyed she watches dance of death
‘t was certainly not unforeseen
With bated breath, glued to the screen

Innocent dreams, put on a hold
For ruthless ambition oh so cold
The world is wringing hands it seems
As destruction one sees unfold
Under the gaze of fazed moonbeams
Put on a hold, innocent dreams

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Grace, says: To write the sparrowlet poem using the guidelines as described here.

(My cousin’s kids are studying medicine in Ukraine. Their teachers and college authorities kept assuring them all is fine. By the time our government issued an advisory for them to return and they could make arrangements, the airspace was already closed. Hopefully they will be crossing over to Romania by road tonight or tomorrow. We are keeping our fingers crossed.)

Deception

The painstakingly painted pretty smile
struggles to sit sanguinely
on burgundy lips that hide the gnashing teeth

the turmoil within looks for a crack
the kohl rimmed eyes blink rapidly
errant tears seep within noiselessly

the carefully made bed with nary a crease
is the silent witness to
what will remain under covers

the moon bedecked in borrowed finery
keeps a tacit eye on the shenanigans
of the devious dark night

tranquil morning hides pewter smudges
behind powder-pink daubs of clouds
sun shines fiercely, unconcerned.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Lillian, says:

For today’s prompt, I’d like you to consider one of the adages/proverbs listed below as inspiration for your poem. You don’t have to include the line itself….but we should be able to guess pretty easily, which line you used as a jumping off point to create your poem. Do give the line and its source at the end of your poem, and of course, mention the poem is written for dVerse.

  • “Many hands make light work.” Adagia
  • “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” Poor Richard’s Almanack
  • “Fish and visitors stink after three days.” Poor Richard’s Almanack
  • “To err is human, to repent divine, to persist devilish.” Poor Richard’s Almanack
  • Things are not always what they seem.” Bee-Keeper and the Bees” from Aesop’s Fables
  • “The truth shall set you free.” John 8:32
  • “To everything there is a season.” Ecclesiastes 3:1
  • “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get.” Forrest Gump, the movie.

Love is salty (a quadrille)

I still remember the dusky
saltiness of your satin skin
the way it turned liquid
under my warm gaze
the first time I tasted
the saltiness of love was
when I kissed your lips.
now, a solitary salt laden tear
I shed in remembrance.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, De, says: Today, I want you to sprinkle the word salt into your poems. Whether you make it the seasoned center, or just dash a smidge of it in at the last minute, just be sure some form of the word salt adds a little zing to your piece: Salty. Saltine. Salting. Saltlick. Saltatory. 

Lost love

As I catch glimpses of the dying sun

it reminds me of the fire that died in your eyes

your eyes that had danced the horizon with me

I had seen my dreams in your sea green gaze

but then the music faded away

like the crashing surf, your going away

left my heart shattered in its wake

now I am engaged in a futile attempt

to piece together the jagged pieces of my heart

like a fool I expect the silent phone to ring

straining to hear your voice, searching

for new meanings in a relationship grown weary

the crumpled void in my eyes refuses to be filled

the starkness of night now my sole companion

we sit together singing dirges to my future.

This was written for dVerse poetics but I am attending my niece’s wedding, I couldn’t post it in time. Now sharing it at OLN. Will catch up with reading soon.

Chand ka tukda*

There was much consternation in the family when he had said “yes” to her.


It was an arranged meeting set up by his maternal grandfather. Even though his parents were reluctant to go ahead with his ‘seeing’ the girl, as she was dark-complexioned, they couldn’t say no to his grandfather.


He had found her utterly charming, witty as well as feisty. He could easily see himself spending his life with her.


“But bhaiya**, why did you say yes? asked his younger sister curiously. “You know mom wants a chand ka tukda jaisi bahu!” ***


He laughed heartily and replied,”But choti****, she is chand ka tukda! When you look at her you realise, it is a moon wrapped up in brown paper.”

Looking at her bewildered expression, he winked conspiratorially, “You won’t understand, choti!” Then added, “Just wait till you meet her then you will know.”

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Björn, says: I was so happy to host Prosery today which gives me the possibility to use the poem Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy.

The line I have selected from Valentine is:

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper

Write a piece of prose that incorporates the given set of words and they have to come in exactly the order given, but you may break it up with punctuation. The maximum number of words is 144.

* as beautiful as the moon

**elder brother

***daughter-in-law as beautiful and fair as the moon

****younger sister

(I am travelling to attend a wedding in the family. The connection is patchy. I will respond and read as soon as I reach. Please bear with me.)

Silence

His gaze skims the rim of the glass
to settle on her pensive face
a faraway look in her eyes
her glass stands neglected
the stretched band of silence quivers between them.

they sit across each other
in disconcerting quietness
both desperately seeking appropriate words
waiting for the other to say something, anything
as seconds tick into taut minutes.

She raises her hand as if to gesture
but picks the flowers he had brought
he raises his hand and gesticulates
apparently to draw the waiter’s attention
their throats constricted ever more.

Another slender opportunity lost
another day without any outcome
what’s there deep in their hearts
scarce reaches their lips
unable also, both, to read each other’s eyes.

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/02/14/what-do-you-see-121-february-14-2022/

Making better

The sleepy-sloppy ones in the morning
The hurried ones before rushing to school
The tired ones on return in the afternoon
The unexpected ones melting my heart
The warm snuggles at bedtime

The tight ones
The forced ones
The perfunctory ones
The rolling eyes ones
The light as gossamer ones
The making up ones
The ‘love you’ ones

The days when doubts plague
Disenchantment lingers and heart’s fragile
My kids’ hugs make better those days
Simple pleasures that light up my life
Making everything seem so worthwhile.

Love’s silhouette

We met in the dark of the night, didn’t we
I knew for sure, for you, no one was I
Me with my rent heart, invisible me
Why I never was of note, tell me why!

Shadow boxing, through the darkened shadows
Black eyes we gave ourselves, blackest of black
Throw punches we did, at each other throw
Dark souls devouring each other in dark!

Light I felt when saw an inkling of light
Purged of all despair, uncertainty purged
Fight the black veil, O my beloved, fight!
Emerge from the obsidian depths emerge!

No more residing in penumbra, you know
Blow gently sweet wind of love gently blow!

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura, says:

Your challenge is simply(!):

write a sonnet poem of 14 lines and 10 syllables (iambic pentameter is optional extra)

choose the Italian, English or French rhyme form

start and end each line with the same word (including derivatives and homophones)

put ‘shadow’ or its derivative in your title

use the notion of shadow as metaphor or reality somewhere in your poem.

I have written an English sonnet in pentameter. ( Writing again in iambic pentameter would have driven me crazy;) )