we took a trip to the edge of understanding
in a bid to discover each other
and under the resplendent starry skies
tried to solve the eternal mystery
guided by the luminous moonbeams,
he was immersed in inhabiting my heart
in the enigmatic umbra,
I was lost in the maze of his mind.Sharing at dVerse OLN.
Sharing at dVerse OLN and moonwashed weekly challange.
The half empty bottle of vitriol
that you left on my shelf
when you moved on
I take a sip from it everyday
the days, as a result, become palatable
but the nights need
something stronger
so I drink a cocktail of vitriol and torment
sometimes I add a dash of despair
and always garnish it with self-pity
but sadly it is still not potent enough
to knock me out completely
the hangover always leaves me
crying out your name in anguish.
Sharing it with dVerse OLN.
The grainy texture of hazy memories
evokes myriad long forgotten tastes
some ambrosial, some miasmic
some that leave me pasty faced.
suspended in the half light of living
an unnamed bird flutters haplessly
singing no song of eternal hope
yet it can’t stop whirring its wings endlessly.
tonight the moon’s forehead is lined with worries
the fragrant skies will smolder throughout the night
heaving under the haze of monochromatic thoughts
the sun’s endeavour to slight the moon may never come to light.
time fades bit by bit bleeding every second
hunger throbs voraciously in my aching bones
tears gather drop by drop in the hollow of my neck
I brace myself for the colossal shadows of unknowns.
Sharing with dVerse OLN.
Hush! I tell my weary heart not to cry
as mayhem is unleashed in a flurry
I sip life slowly; the world jostles by
the time has come for us all to worry
as mayhem is unleashed in a flurry
wonder if people ponder their time here
the time has come for us all to worry
I frown, as I try to blink back a tear
wonder if people ponder their time here
a frenzied rush leading no where
I frown, as I try to blink back a tear
as I hear of killings here and there
a frenzied rush leading no where
I sip life slowly, the world jostles by
as I hear of killings here and there
hush! I tell my weary heart not to cry
Written in response to POW Kerfe’s prompt for W3 challenge run by David. Her prompt guidelines are:
Also sharing at dVerse OLN.
The time is upon us of those hot, long days
everything moving at such a slow pace
I think I can hear the footsteps of my mind
though it seems to find itself in a bind
that thingamajig which kept it ticking and going
has vamoosed completely and gone into hiding
playing peekaboo with precipitous peeks and glimpses
like a novice I fail when within a few inches
is it roaming like a nomad in search of greener pastures
am I no longer a good, clever master
has it has been lured by someone else
for I can see in the vicinity a jealous elf
all these years of practice at writing
gone to waste with that thing flying!
I enveigle it, as one would an errant young one
with treats of likes and comments well spun
I chew quills, tear empty page after page
raging at being so unfairly caged
if you see my thingamajig lurking somewhere
just show it the path to my aboutwhere.
An old poem reworked for dVerse OLN being hosted by Sanaa.
Ostentatious, opulence of words
outrageously overdressed metaphors
masquerading as surreal images
paraded with swinging tassels
obfuscating the lack of ideas
preening on pages after pages in crafty curlicues
strutting saucily as if on a catwalk
shining gaudily sometimes in profanity
bizzarely thinking it would sanctify
the blasphemous thoughts they were harbouring
believing fervently in this carefully constructed chimera
the urge to be in the limelight so strong
ignoring common sense tapping at the elbow
the fear of simplicity, of ordinary, of seeming trite
the urge to be considered better than the rest
clouding the truth in layers of balderdash
the staleness whitewashed in tongue-twisters
the repetitive theme camouflaged by fancy terms
a heap of garish, bauble-like words
that leaves the reader in me utterly cold.
Today’s challenge is to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in. This isn’t quite the same, I think, as something you’re indifferent to. For example, I have absolutely no interest in investment strategy. Anytime anyone tries to tell me about it, I want to put my fingers in my ears and go “lalalalalala.” My brain tries to shut down! This is honestly kind of funny, and I think this prompt has value precisely because it invites you to investigate some of the “why” behind resolutely not giving two hoots about something.
Sharing at dVerse OLN.
I tighten the muffler of your memories around my neck
warmth seeps sweetly into my sluggish sinews
As your gurgling laughter cascades gently over me
I live another day, so close yet so far from you
My enchantress, the spell you cast on me
won’t let me die, but pray, how do I live without you!
For those of you who want to get a jump on things (either because it’s already April 1 where you are or, who knows, maybe you’re just a glutton for poetry!), we’ve got a special early-bird prompt, based on the poetry of Emily Dickinson.
Dickinson is known for her elliptical style, unusual word choices, and mordant sense of humor. Over the past year, I’ve experimented with writing poems based on, or responding to, various lines from her poems. Today, I’d like to challenge you to do the same! Here are a few lines of Dickinson’s that might appeal to you (the slashes indicate line breaks):
Also sharing with dVerse OLN.
When spring springs a surprise
and disappears before one can
say hello to the soft begonia sky
sprinkled with cotton candy clouds
no dewy dawns or dreamy dusks
flame-of-the-forest blazes across
heralding the festival of colours/love
earth carpeted with fiery blooms
but this time reminiscent of
a faraway bloodied land under the pall
of gloomy granite-grey skies
with determined eyes devoid of tears
as I smear blue and yellow on beloved faces
the bitter aftertaste of sweets lingers
a reminder of truths we dare not face
my heart prays for the elusive peace.
In India we celebrate Holi today.
Written for dVerse OLN.
Tyranny acquaints us with the deepest despair
deranged despots continue repeating their mistakes
trying to subjugate everyone to rank capitulation
using brute power and the machinery of state.
Hubris struts around, brazenly fear mongering
reason and righteousness seem to have lost their vision
in such a gloomy scenario they quietly retire
for the victory of the oppressor is taken as a given
In the darkest of darkness when nothing is visible
in the coldest of winter when frigid winds rejoice
in the furthest corner where ultimatum pushes
the timorous soul sings in a tremulous voice.
Gathering frail courage from note to note
then hesitant other voices join in, haltingly first
the song becomes a rallying cry for the oppressed
soaring up high and beating down walls with fists.
But the obstinate tyrant refuses to retreat
for drunk on absolute power, he is blind absolutely
bully pulpit misused by bumbling bedlamite
never expecting a fight back as a repercussion of tyranny.
Sharing it at OLN dVerse.
As I catch glimpses of the dying sun
it reminds me of the fire that died in your eyes
your eyes that had danced the horizon with me
I had seen my dreams in your sea green gaze
but then the music faded away
like the crashing surf, your going away
left my heart shattered in its wake
now I am engaged in a futile attempt
to piece together the jagged pieces of my heart
like a fool I expect the silent phone to ring
straining to hear your voice, searching
for new meanings in a relationship grown weary
the crumpled void in my eyes refuses to be filled
the starkness of night now my sole companion
we sit together singing dirges to my future.
This was written for dVerse poetics but I am attending my niece’s wedding, I couldn’t post it in time. Now sharing it at OLN. Will catch up with reading soon.
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