Chasing impossible dreams
I cross the threshold charting an untrodden path into the realms unexplored
the wispy, whispering wind
my steadfast soul companion at night I sleep carefree under the sentinel, mighty banyans.
My innate optimism
my sole exchangeable currency my mind and my heart in complete harmony
Dipping my feet slowly
into the art of self-care listening to the birdsong letting go of my woes and cares.
gruesome baggage of past I am travelling light I am filling my pockets with sounds and sights.
Written for Sadje’s
wdys and various Ragtag prompts of last week and FOWC.
Warm ochre and orange blooms
vibrant hued festivities season of sweetness overload.
Yellowed leaves gently falling
providing warmth to the earth from the oncoming chilly winter.
Smog chokes ragged breaths
descending greyness settles cozily in the lungs.
Hot, spiced pumpkin latte
welcoming the darker half a spook fest on the cards.
Autumn’s celestial bodies
cast a golden mellow glow rites and rituals and fruitfulness.
Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 to Sylvia’s prompt (a cadralor on autumn) and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.
Sharing it at
The tinkle of glass bangles
valiantly tries to hide the hullabaloo as heart wrangles with mind on who will preside.
Feelings send chits to all concerned
hoping for an early hearing overwhelmed with affection yearned too long lost in the jungle of longing
Love is an unstoppable juggernaut
thundering through logic and reason leaving the prosaic mind distraught passion often incites treason.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today I am the host and we are exploring the Indian origin words in English language. Read about it
here and join us.
Sleepy sun does slowly stretch
across the splattered hues I twirl with glee I dance with me across the splattered hues
Day comes after the night on cue
yet ne’er the same can be same old, same old follows the mould yet ne’er the same can be
eyes see what we want them to see
can be deftly cajoled to fly off ledge to step off edge can be deftly cajoled
Kaleidoscopic tints enfold
’tis better not to kvetch sometimes I rue sometimes pursue ’tis better not to kvetch.
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura, has asked us to write a roundabout poem. Read more about it
Also written for Sadje’s
Cumulous clouds casually claim the pewter skies
haze hangs around the horizon aimlessly stars sulkily scatter haphazardly all conspiring to delay the moon rise sighting
Dressed in glorious berry red
hands decorated with henna her melodic eyes filled with untold stories she awaits for a glance of the traveller too aware of the heavens’ mischief making
Finally the blood moon makes an appearance
matching her attire and her wan smile both following the path laid for them unquestioning, unflinching soul sisters sharing stories at night.
dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sarah, has asked us to write a moony poem inspired by the various names of the moon for the month of October. I have also used some words from Jane’s random word generator.
Last week, in India Karwa chauth was celebrated( inspiring this poem). You can read about it
The garish red-pink paint
covering familiar grey stucco quaint gone the banyan; our silent lunch mate that stood near the gate unknown faces in the library ( my shrine) my school, no longer seemed mine but when the bell rang my poor smote heart sang!
dVerse. Today’s host, Kim, has asked us to write a quadrille including the word bell in it.
Off they went into shroud of mist
a day break tryst no prying eyes no need for lies
So inviting; fruit forbidden
they were smitten gentle, morn light oh so quiet!
birds‘ noisy racket they pulled jackets traced back their steps their tryst a hex!
Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 to Lesley’s prompt (a humourous minute poem) and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.
(Will catch up with reading tonight)
Stay on the back-burner for a while
I pleaded with my passion let me play other roles for now you have to learn some patience
I could see it floundering
in a rush to be ahead of others flailing and falling helplessly so it needed to feel before flourishing
Stepping back would help it ferment
and then foment with excitement slowly stewing steeped in its juices to effervesce with vigour and vivacity
alas! I let it be for too long
it started feeding on its fetid self my passion that was raring to go bubbled and frothed to putrid death.
Written for dVerse
poetics. Li had asked us to write on fermentation. Since I am late, I am sharing it at OLN.
When my mind is in a whirl
unable to stay in line I then give my whisk a twirl shifting focus works each time
shaky hands calmly measure
exactness begs attention deftly effecting erasure of the nerve-racking tension
as vanilla marries nutmeg
and butter embraces flour I beat blues as I beat eggs sugar counters my mood sour
My worries scatter and dart
as I wield my trusty whisk mellowness cradles my heart the sweet, warm smell a balmy mix
satiated sighs, leftover crumbs
are my craven heart’s refuge when depredation makes me numb baking, antidote to news deluge.
Stillness I seek within me
Stirrings deep let me not rest Stifling them, I die bit by bit Stilted all my words become
Sifting my headstrong heavy heart
Signs of buried pain I find Sighing I begin to let go Sinking into pity no more
Soreness slowly subsides and heals
Soaking into forgiveness helps Sorry no more I feel for self Soul searching finally brings peace
At dVerse Poetry Form, Grace has asked us to write in the Traditional Mongolian Meter. Read more about it