Flitting thoughts

Dewdrop fall on the paper in rhymes
a shower of feelings from moon-addled mind
interlacing agonies and joys sublime.

words are bridges connecting many a heart
the poem’s room lit with love’s glittering shards
the fingers clicking music; stop and start

the sun burns fiercely in the poet’s empty gut
speaking in a tongue no long sequestered
misty eyes read words not stuck in a rut

glowworm ideas shine with all their might
from dusk to dawn they twinkle bright
inspiration lies in the cobalt skies of starry nights

Butterflies releasing stories everywhere
prismatic rainbow glitters with flair
verses spun from gloom bloom sans despair.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers whether you celebrate today or not! Mere tokenism it may seem to many, but enjoy the pampering that comes with it. Some moms may not have been ideal, let’s break the mould then as mothers. And as for the moms who may no longer be amidst us, they have a permanent residence in our hearts.


I will…

Unicorn chasing, life became a blur
skimming along the surface, moving swimmingly
unexpected storms caused untold turbulence
in the ocean of sleep
despondency, a thin blanket
tattered with bullet holes of memories
barely covers the aching bones of drudgery
shivering uncontrollably I look for a lining of comfort but there’s none
I try to sit still spinning the fine threads of tumultuous thoughts
whys, whats and whens tie me in inextricable knots
reminiscences of days bygone,
when the mathematics of life eloquently overcame the geography of living,
chain me, hindering further movement
the sun seems so far off;
a shrivelled dream in a firmament gone black
all the nows are steeped in a charcoal haze
rushing crazily into a vortex of helplessness
I write my name with cold and disobedient fingers
the outline of anaemic morning filters through the half open gaze
I had been blind to the secret door that leads within
light, a deep drink from the sapphire skies,
suffuses my being with anticipation
I bid adieu to the thorny consequences of pretty wishes
which with their propensity to waylay have me fumbling feral like
today I am determined to form constellations
from my thoughts languishing like fallen stars.


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What do you see # 67 – February 1 2021


I am an unwelcome intruder in my own citadel
my diligently built fortress run over by night crawlers
a glare, a scowl, a stare
I slink back sheepishly to nowhere!

Bent busily over their machines, they go about their operations
making me feel utterly useless and unwanted as they finish their assignments
the day time squatters of my prime property
banish me from my own domain with alacrity!

No laundry, no dishes, no talking or sleeping
mute and invisible, hands on for trouble shooting
I am their safety valve but the roiling in my inner
like the pressure cooker on constant simmer!

My feelings crest and crash regularly
delight on a vacation, sleep is of late, a foe
restlessness and angst come and go
I laugh, live and love despite the gnawing hollow!

The dark night of my soul has never been darker than now
there seems no heuristic approach
I need a break from the cacophony of familial obligations
I look for satisfaction, am tired of reconciliations!

I don’t care what’s right or wrong
I won’t try to understand
let the devil take tomorrow
But tonight I need a friend and how!

The answers are all there within for a picking
no matter the darkness all around
chin jutting out, head held high
I embark on inwards journey with a sigh.

The doors are dark and open with difficulty
the burgeoning clouds of despair mar my sight
yet I espy clear sky, onwards I move resolutely
In 2021 I wake up to redefining my identity.


VJ’s Weekly Challenge: What Pulls on Your Soul?


What do you see # 64

Screaming in the wind

Day 21: Screaming in the wind

Disappointments seep under my pallid skin
welts appear on my heart from the whiplash of harsh words
pain drips poison slowly into my bloodstream
rejection gnaws my ankles surreptitiously
frustration causes my body to go rigid
blazing anger oozes red hot from my wrists
I am a ticking live bomb waiting to explode
but the superficial beatific all-hiding smile on my face
encasing my true emotions in an invisible bubble
has been plastered there for too long over the years
I watch wordlessly as ominous clouds gather in the sky
the wind howls a mournful dirge
and then I am thrashed by hard, pelting drops
my eyes are blinded… by tears or raindrops…can’t say
I can scarce see ahead in the darkness
the plaster gradually begins to loosen
I open my mouth to let out a silent scream
but end up keening like a banshee over and over again
till I feel cleansed and whole, finally.

(Written for OctPoWriMo)

Today’s suggested poetry form is shape poetry but I couldn’t shape my words into either a scream or wind! 😓


My sweetheart is a party animal
She loves to gallivant
“I wanna party, I wanna party!”
Is her all time favourite chant.
If ever I am unable to take her to places new
Believe me, the whole day I have to listen to her rant.
One day I couldn’t comply to her wishes
I told her, “Sweetheart I just can’t!”
In frustration she gave me the boot
And crushed me like an ant.
At first heartbroken, I soon recovered
Now I am footloose and free to gallivant.