Myriad moods of marriage

to meet to assess if there’s something
over similar tastes and sweet nothings

from beneath the lashes, wondering if there’s reason to reject
eyes entangled, hearts somersault did effect

at first sight;  is it even real?
with every detail, however trivial!

isn’t it actually lust after a fashion?
how can a mere touch ignite fiery passion!

to remain faithful to each other forever
each other in this lifetime and ever

together as a team whatever the times
to not disagree on parenting paradigms

the nuances of what is left unsaid
the boundaries that are never set

not your voice, temper the temper
not each other but anger’s ember

the differences that make one who they are
adjust, not complain nor needlessly spar

should not dim the zeal nor the fervour
hearts always beating in tandem with ardour.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura, says; today’s poetry prompt it’s all about couples, twos, in other words couplets!

The poetic form I have used, as suggested by Laura, is the côte.

Mulling spices

From Istock

Honeyed mellifluous words tinged with paprika
drip from your crushed cinnamon coloured lips
your vanilla skin with a touch of sea salt and saffron
is reminiscent of the theatrics of the Tuscan sunset
like a swollen river undulating through verdant vales
the need for you flows recklessly through my veins
sometimes you are zatar, at others garam masala
making my staid life a mural of flavours.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Merril, has asked us to get spicy. Read about it here.

Also for moonwashed weekly challenge.

Face it! (a quadrille)

From Guardian

Little man, wipe that smile
don’t look as pleased as punch
victories are often short-lived
on this thought, do munch
you have thrown enough lame punches
now hear the music of bone crunch
winter is around the corner,
just wait. You’ll get sucker punched!

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, De, has asked us to pack a punch ie use Punch in our quadrille.


Murmuration by Lee Madgwick

Lying supine
a tiny, niggling, not-so-good thought
waits for darkness to descend
then like a magnet
attracts many more
coming in droves
all flocking my mind

soft murmurs turning cacophonous
tumbling, jumbling, shrieking
moving at lightning speed
traversing my mindscape
finding gaps, filling niches,
overwhelming my being
making my head throb

then finally tired of chasing themselves
they depart
leaving behind an empty shell
denuded, deprived, distressed.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sarah, has asked us to write an ekphrastic based on Lee Madgwick’s artwork shared.

About loving and living

From Freepik

It alights lightly, fluttering softly, leaving goosebumps, then you become aware of it when your heart is all aflutter, beating to a primordial song, awash in indescribable emotions, blood afire in your veins, your soul lit with the luminosity of pure joy; at once divine and carnal and there is no need to shout from the rooftops, for love like fragrance cannot be hidden. And yet, life is about living, not regretting so it is always better to proclaim.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Björn, has asked us to get aphoristic. You can read about it here.

Also for David’s W3, where Britta (POW) has asked us write a prose poem on love.


From Pixabay

The scintilla of doubt
that wormed its way into your mind
if only it were aliferous!
alas! it has sowed a seed of suspicion

I see the crease of frown on your forehead
as you slip uneasily into dormiveglia
I hear the susurration of your brain
as it wrests with your heart

my defence is bare truth
which may sound unbelievable
but I can’t utter gilded lies.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Mish, has challenged us to use some uncommon words. You can read more about it here.

Also for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.

Labour of love (a quadrille)

Pic taken by me

Many hands toiling behind the scenes
to smooth all creases
many hours spent slogging over details
to make a beautiful experience
many miles travelled
to bless and celebrate
marriages may be made in heaven but
require a lot of effort to work on earth.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Li, has asked us to write a quadrille including the world work in it.

It has been a hectic two days, travelling to and fro to attend a wedding in the family. We are on our way back home and I have written this sitting in the back seat.

Choices or not!

From Shutterstock

The colour of my skin
The country of my origin
My sex and my parentage
My name and my heritage
Of these I did not get to choose any
Nor did others in this unfair journey.

I am from the land rooted in the belief of karma
Where we are taught to follow our dharma
But if everything is predestined
Should we then our preference rescind?
Then why are there options to make a choice
Should we then ignore our gut’s voice?

Since I can think, my choices I do exercise
Others may concur or decide to criticise
There are always many options to choose from
Our choice will decide our future’s outcome
Alas! If only it were so simple and plain
Yet I stand by my choices and don’t complain.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s guest host, Christopher, has asked us to write on the concept of choice.


From Inc. Magazine

By the banyan tree in the courtyard
Freezing in the cold January night
Passion died under the onslaught of ego
At the altar of doubt, love felt forsook
Its last breath darkened the already dark night
Blossoming romance couldn’t survive till daylight.

By the time dawn removed the curtain of tenebrosity
Freezing earth had thawed, shedding rivulets of tears
Passion couldn’t remain moribund any longer
At the retreat of self-aggrandizement,
Its fire revived again, its flames stoking fervour
Blossoming again into all consuming ardour.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura, has asked us to choose ONE of the following lines and write a stanza(s) taking each word as the start of each successive line i.e. the first word begins the first line, the second begins the second and so on.

Rules: You must keep the same sequence though you may reverse it
Your poem should preferably  be at least 2 stanzas long
Rhyme is optional but try to stick to the meter of your chosen line.

  • Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part
  • Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows
  • By freezing passion at its blossoming
  • I guard her beauty clean from rust
  • Quail from your downward darting kiss

I have selected Neil Carpathios’ line.

Scent of a memory

From Shutterstock

Clad in your tatty old sweater
embraced in your woody, spicy fragrance
perched precariously on the crescent moon of past
I balance the glass of golden fire on my palm
bringing memories of oaky, peaty, smoky muskiness on your breath
I inhale sharply
the wispy whiff that wafts in
burns my throat with remembered bittersweetness
I taste the sweetness of brackish tears on my lips
my heart is awash with sharp, tingly feel
I can smell warm, sticky blood.

Written for dVerse poetics. Our guest host today, Jo aka Worms, has asked us to write a poem of scents.