Your love

The big wheel by Marc Chagall

You spin grandiose turmeric-indigo dreams
encompassing the eiffel and the eye

you paint the skies vivid lettuce green
cabbage clouds melt in the summer heat

you weave whimsical seasons of love
rescuing my heart from the cycles of highs and lows

Over the town by Marc Chagall

you sweep me off my high-heeled shoes
carrying me over the hills and the dingle

you build a magnificent castle of passion
leaving behind mundane grey and red dwellings

you make love soar, defy gravity
kite-like we float, not as two, but as one.

Written for David’s W3 for POW Melissa’s ekphrastic prompt based on the above two paintings. Also for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt and Kerfe’s random word generator.


I can’t take no more

I watch disinterestedly
as Miss ladybug wanders seeking attention
the nimble goldfish giddily flaps and rolls
feeding on the grass, the obese snail eyes the tomatoes
but the last straw is the sneaky cats trying to pat my head!

I am usually good-natured
but this shocking attempt
to usurp my place is galling!
I am off to the railway station
will you send the car to transport me there?

Written for Sadje’s wdys and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt using words from Kerfe’s random word generator.

Her lot

On a typical misty morning
when the hush is broken
by the birds leaving their nests
the elderly woman in
an inexpensive apparel
takes her daily route
the prickly cactus, the malicious ants
no deterrent
buckets balanced on her frail shoulders
she is on her same daily run
no complain, no regret
she knows not life outside her village
accepting with equanimity
the lot handed to her.

Written for Sadje’s wdys and Kerfe’s random word generator.

The gardenias of grace (NaPoWriMo)

Pic courtesy Wikipedia

Giddy toads with rambunctious joy
jump into streams
naughty kittens wearing mittens
chase the bewildered deer
the skinny elephant bird’s hysterical cackle
disrupts the lyrical afternoon

Under the single, gigantic banyan tree
in the company of the singing dryades
I sit sewing similes in my stanzas
embroidering posies of poesies
gathering gardenias of grace
and trying to tessellate words in shapes

The sun is at a slant, dappling the afternoon
the earthy flavour of autumn is like
the lingering taste of first kiss
leaves on last breath shake and dazzle a last time
I gather my motley thoughts and stuff
hoping the night would offer cushiony clouds festooned with
amaranth and verdigris dreams.

Today write a poem titled “The ________ of ________,” where the first blank is a very particular kind of plant or animal, and the second blank is an abstract noun. The poem should contain at least one simile that plays on double meanings or otherwise doesn’t quite make “sense,” and describe things or beings from very different times or places as co-existing in the same space.

Written using Kerfe’s random word generator. Sharing at dVerse OLN.

A conversation with my poem (NaPoWriMo)

Pic courtesy The University of Chicago

Don’t run amok; raw and naked – I beseech
let me dress you in some smooth silky similes.

she smirks slyly – what! no masquerading metaphors today?
let’s get adventurous with alluring alliteration ahoy!
let’s set the pages ablaze with vivid imagery
or how about some scintillating syntax symmetry!
I look like plain prose otherwise – she pouted plaintively.

Oh! so now you will tell me how I should write you?
if it is so easy, why don’t you fall in rhythm and rhyme on your own?

my fingertips are hurting from counting syllables
my mind is in a whirl conjuring a verse readable
should I be clever and  incomprehensible
surreal or markedly relatable
if I don’t get right meter and feet
I wonder if you are even worthy of being called a poem!

Harrumph! Now that you have strung me
your pen pirouetting on paper
off I go to entice your reader
don’t try to fiddle with me any further
you had fun writing me, that’s all that matters!

Today, I challenge you to write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e., “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”) This might seem a little “meta” at first, or even kind of cheesy. But it can be a great way of interrogating (or at least, asking polite questions) of your own writing process and the motivations you have for writing, and the motivations you ascribe to your readers.

Written for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt and Kerfe’s random word generator.

Hope is…

Pic courtesy Actively Learn

Hope is a bereaved tramp
trampled every day
but carrying on nonetheless

Hope is a soggy paper
lying listless, limp
waiting for the sun to make it fly

Hope is a frantic afterthought
that slowly arises from
the ashes of pugnacious practicality

Hope is a cumbersome yoke
that sits stoically
on fragile, lonely shoulders

Hope is a homeless vagabond
roaming wide-eyed around
in search of a homing heart

Hope is a zealous zephyr
never zinging
singing softly a soulful song 

Hope is an iron locket
that hangs heavy
keeping the depressed neck upright

Hope is a square bubble
trying always to fit
into a round hole without bursting

Hope is a bird on hiatus
lost and tired
but striving to turn up one day.

Written for David’s W3 where POW, Kerfe, has asked us to begin our poem with “Hope is…” I have also used words from Kerfe’s random word generator.

Also written for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt and Jim’s Thursday inspiration.

Sharing at dVerse OLN.

When right is wrong

Leaning too far right makes them maniacal
everything is either black or white
they are impervious to the greys
with scant regard for inclusivity.

Their brain goes through a change that is chemical
irreversible is the damage done
common sense it, for sure, waylays
replacing it with typical perversity.

Quizzical looks don’t affect their hides political
they brand others as anti-state
erratic, jumbled and bitter their ways
what do they know of diversity!

lackadaisical in work but their beliefs fanatical
with them around doomsday is neigh and everyone pays.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Björn, has invited us to try our hand at a new poetic form bref double. The rhyme scheme can be


I have followed the former. Check the site for more details.

I have used words from Jane’s random word generator.

Change for worse

At night the psychotic wind went berserk
the evasive brown grass waved crabbily
bits of paper twisted and turned curvy
like energetic juveniles
the urban jumble whispered grumpily till dawn

in the morning bathed in the alluring golden glow
the sentinel trees stand quietly watchful
monsoon’s remnant lies undisturbed
but these dregs do tell a bitter story
of displaced and moody seasons
waylaid by human greed
chagrined seasons restlessly look for home
having lost their compass  they have turned bitter with malice

no cooing flocks of doves
to offset the terrifying truth
the deserted path tells a tale
that has no listeners.

Written for dVerse poetics. Also inspired by Sadje’s wdys and Jane’s random word generator. Today’s host at dVerse, Lillian, says: Write a poem on any topic in any poetic form, that includes at least one of the flavors of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the list. You can check the list here.