From that first like to the latest follow
(let me confess I find that word hard to swallow)
The fuzzy flurries that fall favourably
Febrile mind feels flattered unashamedly
Basking in the dappled, silken lines etched in kindness
The overcome heart searches for new words of gratefulness
Insufficient though “thanks” may seem
With appreciation this heart does beam.
Please know that each comment, each like and each visit means so much to me.
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PS : It is not a good bye post.
Will my words sit timidly
on the threshold of life forever
hesitant, directionless and self-deprecating
or like restless vagabonds
traverse the unlikeliest of places
wandering on the lips of strangers unknown
What determines the life of a song
is it the number of times it is sung
or when its relevance surpasses time
to flow into eternity
morsels of soul wrapped in metaphors
do they satiate other souls
or meet disdain and curl up and wither
trampled by indifference
From these tattered, stitched up verses
would anyone try to piece my lies
or would they lie gathering dust
under a stash of showy strophes
would some wise eye espy the thread
of truth discreetly running through
or would they be dismissed as trite tedious tropes
Spring-like these words gurgle on their own
they know not what they want
except that they want to flow
my pen gives them the spotlight that they crave
though I crave not the spotlight
a mystery, an enigma I claim not to be
I do have a yen for the luxury of anonymity.
Written for David’s W3 where POW Larry has asked us to incorporate chiasmus in our poem, for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.
Sharing at dVerse OLN.
The heart doth soar free
transcending all divisions
love’s flavours beckon
The heart doth soar free
boundaries provide breakthrough
fervour replenishes
transcends all divides
imbues dreams in vacant eyes
revives hope anew
love’s flavours beckon
joy; hesitant visitor
stamina restored
Written for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge. Joining Jim’s Thursday Inspiration, Fandango’s FOWC and Ragtag’s this week’s prompts.
This troiku is inspired be Li, who writes fabulous troiku.
1.
Warm ochre and orange blooms
vibrant hued festivities
season of sweetness overload.
2.
Yellowed leaves gently falling
providing warmth to the earth
from the oncoming chilly winter.
3.
Smog chokes ragged breaths
descending greyness
settles cozily in the lungs.
4.
Hot, spiced pumpkin latte
welcoming the darker half
a spook fest on the cards.
5.
Autumn’s celestial bodies
cast a golden mellow glow
rites and rituals and fruitfulness.
Written for Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 to Sylvia’s prompt (a cadralor on autumn) and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.
Sharing it at dVerse OLN.
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!
Alas! raucous birds‘ noisy racket
they pulled jackets
traced back their steps
their tryst a hex!
Written for 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)
Alas!
If only it were possible to earn
even a shred of pittance at a time
for when I think I have an upper hand
she smirks and puts me two steps back
spent spring unaware of her designs
all summer railed against her biases
as autumn approaches, I am much resigned
I’ll do me, she’ll do her; till winter arrives.
Written for David’s W3 to Steven’s prompt and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.
Steven has asked us to respond to ‘Superiority of fate’ by Emily Dickinson.
‘Superiority to Fate’
Superiority of fate
Is difficult to gain
’Tis not conferred of Any But possible to earn
A pittance at a time
Until to Her surprise
The Soul with strict economy
Subsist till Paradise.
It is time to hail the dead end
the closed doors and lack of opportunities
It is time to accept that a dead end often points to another path
sometimes more scenic and fulfilling than
the one you had set your heart on
detours; forced or voluntary
open windows into the unknown
it may or may not happen serendipitously
but there is no accompanying drama
of thunderstorm, lightning or celestial prophecy
it happens unobtrusively, quite quietly
pushed willy-nilly into teaching high schoolers
was like being thrown into the cage of a hungry lion
except that they were a bunch of forty antsy teenagers
and I, the object of their curiosity
I became the lion in the enclosure
to be watched and poked at
after those initial days of hiccups
we did grow together; the teacher and the taught
learning as I began teaching
being enriched while enriching lives
and the job that I never wanted
changed my life forever
and continues to define me even after I quit
enfolding me in a warm embrace of fuzziness
dead ends are not full stops; they are but semi colons
not glaring red but flickering soft green
which you may miss if you blink
next time you are up against a wall
pause, don’t give up and look around
believe me you will find a chink.
Written for Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 to Deepthy’s prompt and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.
Also sharing at dVerse OLN.
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.
Trapped within the binary of a frangible dream
I ride to the skies on butterfly wings
guided by a stray, aglimmer moonbeam
the rainbow a divine ditty hums and sings
I ride to the skies on butterfly wings
bedazzled by the zillion glittering stars
the rainbow a divine ditty hums and sings
the zephyrs strum along on the guitars
bedazzled by the zillion glittering stars
floating on the cushiony, candyfloss clouds
the zephyrs strum along on the guitars
but before I can pluck a star, mist shrouds!
Floating on the cushiony, candyfloss clouds
guided by a stray, aglimmer moonbeam
before I can pluck a star, mist shrouds
I am trapped within the binary of a frangible dream.
Written for Sadje’s wdys, Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challange and David’s W3 for Aditi’s prompt.
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.
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