Bidding adieu (OctPoWriMo)

(From Pexel)

Day 31

Prompt: Goodbye train

Form: Song

City life proved too much for him
He is leaving, going back to the life he knew
He’s going back to find what’s left of his world
He’ll take the midnight train back home
To the place where his heart belongs

He has finally decided to take the last train home
He’s had enough, doesn’t want to roam.

He hopes she will be waiting for him
Waiting at the station to take him in her arms
He had left her crying by the tracks
Now as he packs his bags he can feel tears pricking his eyes
All he wants is to be back in her arms.

He has finally decided to take the last train home
He’s had enough, doesn’t want to roam.

But she is not there when he alights at the station
Has moved to another country to chase her dreams
She got tired of the endless wait
Of keeping her aspirations on hold
She didn’t want her wings clipped anymore.

He has finally decided to take the last train home
He’s had enough, doesn’t want to roam.

There’s a slow train coming into the station
He boards it with a heavy heart
He no more cares for the destination
It’s a train that is going nowhere
He has no ticket nor does he care

He now has no place which he can call home
He can’t stay anywhere, he is destined to roam.

This is my last poem for the October Poetry Writing Month. Thank you so much for your presence here. I greatly appreciate your visits and comments.

Happy Halloween to all!! 🎃🎃👻👻

Journaling (OctPoWriMo)

Day 30

Prompt: Diary

Form: Free verse

A whiff of mothballs takes me
to the dusty ephemera
that surprisingly did not
crumble under the pressure of time
as I look into the potpourri of my teenage memories
a cavalcade of emotions rampage all over me
bemused and bewildered I watch
corpses of defunct passion tumble out in a spuddle
the ferocious angst that ignited my soul then
is now just an ember; flaring up occasionally
the social activist’s dogged haunting
has kept my conscience alive
scattered in between the cobwebs
of spidery scrawls of scribbles
are the posies of verses inscribed in calligraphy;
kenspeckle for their earnestness
the apparition of my younger idealistic self
looms large, accusation writ large on its countenance
my moral compass is intact; only I have traded idealism for pragmatism
a whiff of something burning brings me back to the now
as I rush to the kitchen
the glimpse from the bedroom window gladdens my heart
sitting in the balcony
my teenage girl pours her heart in her journal.

I have not been able to respond to your comments nor visit your blogs these past couple of days, as I am tied up with some unexpected home repairs. Please keep your comments coming, I hope to be able to read and respond from tomorrow.

The cup that cheers (OctPoWriMo)

Day 28

Prompt: Tea

Form: Free verse

Soother of jangled nerves
peace broker par excellence
rejuvenator incomparable
deal maker, irrespective of the size of the deal
world unifier,  conversation starter.

never finicky about how it is served
equally at home in a snooty fine porcelain cup,
a glass, a steel container
or an earthy earthen cup
nor bothered about accompaniments
shining on its own and graciously sharing limelight
with dainty sandwiches, cakes or pedestrian samosa and bhajiya*
warming hearts and hands together.

most versatile and chameleon like
changing colours according to surroundings
heavenly in its pristine avatar with no add ons
perfect pairing with milk or cream
sweet enough without sugar
but welcoming both sugar and sweeteners
suitably changing self to suit different tastes.

in good times, in bad times
for celebrations, at mournings
in a meeting, on a road trip
to welcome guests, to bid farewells
on rainy days, on cold wintry days
in the summer heat, in the humidity
all weather and all time favourite.

Warming, cooling, calming, uniting
tiny curled leaves unfurl gracefully under heat
fruity, smoky or musky aroma
manna for a parched soul.

*Samosa: south Asian savoury snack. Fried white flour pastry filled with spicy potatoes.

*Bhajiya: vegetable fritters

I must have written and discarded at least six poems on this topic. As is obvious, I am an ardent tea lover. This is more of a stream of consciousness write. Please overlook mistakes and repetitions.

Presupposition (OctPoWriMo & dVerse)

(From Pinterest)

Day 27

Prompt: Expectation/ Expecting

Form: Duodora

Expectations
following everywhere
sneaky assumption
a noxious beldam
pushing and prodding
trying to fit a round peg in a square
presumptuousness putting me in place!

Expectations
silly finger wagging
sinister whispers
sibilant murmurs
sabre a rattling
misapprehended mostly, all the times
prefer to walk chosen path at my pace.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host Li says: Today’s challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to write a poem speaking to a human attribute that is particularly irritating to you — and it must have a Halloween or Samhain theme to it.

Story time (OctPoWriMo)

Day 26

Prompt: Speaking and listening

Form: Free verse

As winter chill creeps stealthily 
into pleasant autumn nights
it is time for cosy evenings
of hot cocoa and story times
children dressed in warm flannels clamour for an engaging tale
all eager-eyed and twitching ears
granny sits draped in a pashmina shawl
she loves retelling the forgotten fables
another hearer quietly patters in
ever ready and an avid listener
ears cocked, head tilted to one side
glasses on and a warm woollies on
seeing the quorum of future story tellers complete
with a satisfied gleam in her eyes
granny begins spinning a yarn
“Once upon a time in ancient India….”

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/10/25/what-do-you-see-105-october-25-2021/

Filling my cup (OctPoWriMo)

Day 25

Prompt: Cup

Form; Free verse

Every morning as sunshine pours into my home
the nearby mango tree waves cheerily
sitting in my chosen spot in the balcony
I pour fresh brewed tea in my favourite cup
feeling warmed inside and out
I feel the golden and amber seeping into my cracks.

The moonlight is a salve for my achy soul
bathing my being luxuriantly
the soothing scent of tuberose welcomes me
as I pour my heart on a pristine sheet
words flow seamlessly
my cup of contentment runneth over.

Things that weigh me down (OctPoWriMo)

Day 24

Prompt: Millstone

Form: Monorhyme

Expectations, others as well as mine
put a spanner in my flight
fears, rational or irrational
grip me and relentlessly bite
dichotomy between reality and perception
of all my efforts makes light
obsession with an orderly house
keeps me forever tense and uptight
guilt and remorse nibble at my soul
never letting it soar like a kite
failed relationships bother me
frustrated, I every now and then gripe
grief engulfs me all of a sudden
leaving me feeling heavy; chest tight
negativity all around swallows me
my heart withers caught in the blight
failure’s shadow looms large occasionally
making me with remembered ignominy writhe
lack of empathy and compassion everywhere
I keep wondering about this world’s plight
weighed down by all this, it is no wonder
I don’t see at the end of tunnel any light.

In rememberance (OctPoWriMo)

Day 23

Prompt: Honouring the loved ones

Form: Unbounded quatrain

The weeping rain cries in rememberance
so does the shrinking tide
I had promised to shed no tears
You will find me mostly dry eyed.

My heart is too full  to speak
I won’t deny, tears do prick my eyes sometimes
but moving on is the only way. I console
myself with the thoughts of all the good times.

Sadly time does not bring relief as promised
nor does it ease the throbbing pain
all it may do is dull the ache momentarily
the rules of living without you do constrain!

Memories remain etched so sharp
Through the swirling mists of time
However ephemeral, life does seem like a celebration,
every now and then, when I feel your hand in mine.

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/10/18/what-do-you-see-104-october-18-2021/

After they left (OctPoWriMo & dVerse)

(From Pexel)

Day 22

Prompt: Thinking of bygone era

Form: Compound word verse

Tracing steps back into the past
Wandering through relics on path
afterlife

History holds many lessons
do we ever heed or reckon
aftermath

With curiosity regard
that knowledge. But also discard
afterbirth

Differences bridgeable miles
Similarities oft bring smiles
afterglow

Haunting images come alive
as I peep into past, in life’s
afternoon

Written for dVerse. Today’s host Grace says: write a compound word verse.

The Compound Word Verse is a poetry form invented by Margaret R. Smith that consists of five 3-line stanzas, for a total of 15 lines. The last line of each stanza ends in a compound word and these compound words share a common stem word which is taken from the title. (In the first example below the stem word is “moon” from the title “Moonlighting”; the compound words related to the title are moondust, moonbeams, moonsongs, etc.)

The Compound Word Verse (3 lines) has a set rhyme scheme and meter as follows:

Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b
Syllable/Meter: 8, 8, 3