The sheer luck of it all

She sips her piping hot soup in gentle slurps

Lips touching the spoon precariously

The salty tang transports her to another time

A sombre smile dances on her mouth, so slight

Summer days lazy, lying in gold barley fields

Legs entwined, eyes locked, reading palms

Watching birds fly in crimson skies in single file

A strange order in the marvellous disorder of their lives

Winter embasan in that secret little rivulet

Fingers shrivelled, hair knotty and wet

Weightless and numb in the freezing cold

Heart volitant in wholesome unassuming love

Phlegm catches in her throat

Her wrinkled hands shield her cough

Eighty eight and counting, the body’s taking it hard

Mind still as sharp as a needle, but soon to waste away

In this dull, sterile place: a “home for the aged”

May well be a sanatorium for the sick and deranged.

Where were we, oh yes, this ghastly soup

Just like the one she made her blue-eyed boy too!

He who chased her through barley fields and secret rivulets

Now follows in his wheelchair, as she takes small baby steps

She chuckles at the memory, heeding reality’s call:

Oh the great irony and sheer luck of it all!

Dear Readers,

This has been a response to Wordle #76 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie.  The rules were as follows:

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

1. Sterile

2. Dull

3. Rivulet

4. Barley

5. Volitant (engaged in or having the power of flight. Active; moving.)

6. Phlegm

7. Embasan (to wear clothes while taking a bath)

8. Precarious

9. Sanatorium (a hospital for the treatment of chronic diseases, as tuberculosis or various nervous or mental disorders.)

10. File

11. Sombre (it is just the British spelling of somber use whichever form you prefer)

12. Soup

First snowflake – Nove Otto

Glowing bride, your smile won’t falter

Pure as the first snow of winter

Walk down the aisle with your father.

Nervous butterflies turn to calm,

He holds your heart safe in his palm.

Your loved ones, here they all gather

This moment will pass by so fast

New beginning, the first and last

Lifetimes promised to each other

Dear Readers,

This poetry style is known as Nove Otto. It was created by Scott J. Alcorn and has the following rules:

  1. It consists of 9 lines
  2. Each line is made of 8 syllables (isosyllabic)
  3. The rhyme scheme is aacbbcddc

Thank you for reading and have a great week ahead 🙂

Facade – Free verse

Chipped nail polish on dry, cracked feet

Broken petals of wilted pink roses

Shadows of age under pained eyes

Still lips, a coffin, of unspoken grief

Loose stomach and a few extra pounds

A reminder of love they say is best to forsake

Tiptoe around feelings, don’t make a sound

Knowing sooner or later, this facade will break.


The sky blushing charcoal black

Adorns bright twinkling stars

Their simulacrum tricks the eye

Constellations clearly aligned

The bleary nostalgia that follows inside,

Now shows sure signs of spilling its guts;

First hits the taste of brown rice with melted butter

Preserved in the crevices of my considerate mind

I have ignored the deafening call,

Of my homeland, for so very long

Till it became ingrained in my faculty:

A convoluted reflex that saw no wrong.

Perhaps, in some way, like in Orpheus’ tale

I was scared to turn back, to see what I had lost

In the meantime, the proximate essence of my soul

Craved to find purpose, and slowly set sail.

I dip my legs in the paddy field,

Humble roots that once embarrassed me

But somehow fate has pulled me back

I smile with peace, and look up to see:

The sky blushing charcoal black

Adorns bright twinkling stars

Their simulacrum tricks the eye

Constellations clearly aligned

All the years it took me to recognise:

This is my abode, my earthly paradise.

Dear Readers,

This has been a response to Wordle #75 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie.

The rules were as follows:

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like

1. Orpheus (Greek Legend. a poet and musician, a son of Calliope, who followed hisdeadwife, Eurydice, to the underworld. By charming Hades, he obtained permission to leadher away, provided he did not look back at her until they returned to earth. But at thelast moment he looked, and she was lost to him forever.)

2. Follow

3. Meantime

4. Bleary

5. Considerate

6. Deafening

7. Proximate

8. Faculty

9. Simulacrum (a slight, unreal, or superficial likeness or semblance)

10. Preserve

11. Rice

12. Charcoal

Queen of invisibility – Canzone

Dark skin, crooked teeth, wild hair and old fashioned clothes;

A black pearl in an ocean that shines blue for miles.

Bound by a hundred rules her peers ridiculed,

There was no room for an odd-ball in high school.

Queen of the land of invisibility,

This was one superpower she wished she didn’t have

Confidence fell, she doubted her abilities

Stuck in a rut she struggled to rise above.

She stayed herself whilst the world changed around her,

Courage and perseverance reigned supreme here.

The past, nothing but a flicker of a memory

A stepping stone to better things that lay ahead.

Karma came a full circle and fate set things right

A pretty face opens doors, but brains keep you inside

People still talk, but she’s learned the tough way

Make your mind a sieve: keep some, the rest throw away

Dear Readers,

Here we have a Canzone, which is an Italian style of poetry. It is from the era of Sonnets, but was preferred by some poets due to its flexibility.

Rules for a Canzone:

  1. Each verse has the same number of lines ranging from 7-20 lines
  2. Syllable count per line can vary from 10-12
  3. No fixed rhyme scheme but most poets preferred couplets to give the poem a musical feel
  4. The poet Dante preferred the following “recipe” for a Canzone:

*First couplet : Define the subject

*Second couplet: Introduce the conflict, question or theme

*Third quatrain: Conveys the mood, sentiment or stance

*Fourth set of lines : Embed the purpose of the poem in the reader’s mind

*Closing couplet

I got inspiration for this form from Bastet at Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie.


Lose control – Shadorma + Troiku

Seasons change

Before wistful eyes

Moments drift

Each morning

Collapses into red dusk

Rewind and repeat

Keep myself busy

Let time do the rest of it

Floating with the tide

Keep myself busy

Trick my mind with distraction

Doesn’t always work

Let time do the rest of it

It heals wounds, that’s what they say

Pain fades, won’t erase

Floating with the tide

I can’t fight with this current

Lay back, lose control

Dear Readers,

I saw this really interesting prompt by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie for a Troiku. As explained on the page, a Troiku is a poem that is derived by expanding each line of a haiku into its own separate poem. Kind of makes it feel like we are giving the parent haiku an elaborate explanation or a louder voice. This form was invented by Kristjaan Panneman back in 2012.

The prompt gave the option of including a Shadorma as well if the responder desires. The first 6 lines of this poem make up the Shadorma. A Shadorma is a non-rhyming poem with a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5

The next 3 lines comprise of the parent haiku. The last three verses are the haikus derived from the first haiku

Hope you enjoyed this form and please do visit Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie for the full explanation of the form! 🙂

Downpour – Ghazal

Armed with a black umbrella, braving the pouring rain;

Two dozen strangers, stuck in this frightening rain

Baffled, we brace, as clouds seem to burst in waves

Shivering bones in the chill of the thundering rain

Red buses we await, none seem to come our way

How will we get home in this undying rain?

My two paise worth, this is nature at its best

But then you’ll say: silly poet, you’re romanticizing rain!

Dear Readers,

It feels like I’ve been away a long long time! It’s been around a week since I posted. I was away on vacation last weekend till Tuesday and then fell off the blog wagon. I’ve really missed writing and missed you guys as well. Happy to be back at it!

The poem you read above is a traditional poetry form called the Ghazal. In India, we are used to hearing ghazals being sung mainly in Urdu or Hindi. I never thought of writing one of these in English. 

A ghazal has the following rules to be followed:

  1. Made of couplets
  2. Has a refrain of one/two or three words that repeat
  3. There is an “inline” rhyme preceding the refrain
  4. The rhyme scheme is AA (refrain), bA, cA, dA, eA etc
  5. And.. my favourite rule : The last couplet must refer to the author’s pen name!

P.S: Paise is plural for paisa, which is the lowest form of currency we have here in India (and a few other Asian countries). It is similar to cents/pence. The origin of the name for this blog is a sort of Indianised version of Two Pence worth.. my two paise worth of thoughts in the form of poetry :)

Guilt remains – Vers Beaucoup style

I’ve travelled  far to reach the Star Light bar

Ordering a tall jar of beer, I sit at the table here

Strain to hear the song, but something’s wrong

All along, the jukebox has been a quiet machine

I relive that night, believing it could revive me

Please relieve the pain from coming back again

There’s a strain on my being, want to stop fleeing

Embrace the feeling and go that mile to reconcile

My mistake, I let her take the wheel, didn’t know what’s at stake

The brake failed, the car derailed

She sailed those moments between life and the unseen

Fate convened and she stayed, but my guilt can’t be swayed.

Dear Readers,

The poem you just read is written in Vers Beaucoup style, which means “many rhymes”. This style was created by Curt Mongold

The rules are as follows:

  1. Consists of 4-line verses
  2. The rhyme scheme within the verse is as follows:





( I have highlighted the rhymes in the poem for better clarity)

Hope you all found it interesting and kudos to the poet for inventing this form 🙂


Center of his galaxy

Once a man of lofty ideals

He knew he had fallen from grace

Mocking jeers echoed behind his back

Apple chaser: a sore thumb, out of place

He evades it all stealthily,

Like a chamois escapes its pack

Busies himself with mundane tasks

Till he’s a drained and empty cask

At night, he’s at her bedside

Spouting old clumsy lies

The bills that keep piling up

Run through his weary mind

With a notch, his heart divides

As he remembers what its all for

The center of his broken galaxy

That adoring gaze, those wide eyes

Praying for timely deliverance

God, please give her a chance

Help her fight this uninvited guest

That threatens to take her life

Dear Readers,

This has been in response to Wordle #73 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie.

Rules were as follows:

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

1. Hurry

2. Clumsy

3. Deliverance

4. Cask

5. Evade

6. Notch

7. Lofty

8. Galaxy

9. Chamois (an agile, goat-like antelope; a soft, pliable leather from any of various skinsdressed with oil, especially fish oil, originally prepared from the skin of the chamois.)

10. Uninvited

11. Apple-chaser (Someone willing to do anything, no matter how degrading, for any amount of money; named for the “road apples” left behind by horses)

12. Jeer

Strangers on a train – Monchielle

Three strangers on a train

Charming, young and gorgeous

With the world at her feet

Texting many boyfriends

They’re marching to her beat

Three strangers on a train

Furrowed eyebrows, crow’s feet

Tired and weary mother

After a long work day

Planning tonight’s dinner

Three strangers on a train

Longing for his lover

He shuts down his conscience

Throws caution to the wind

Pleasure numbs common sense

Three strangers on a train

Going to the same place

Each with their own story

Lost in separate thoughts

All caught in life’s flurry

Dear Readers,

This modern style of poetry you just read is called a Monchielle (doesn’t it sound elegant?). This form was created by Jim T Henriksen and has the following rules:

  1. Made up of 4 five-line stanzas
  2. The first line is a refrain (repeated line)
  3. Each line has 6 syllables
  4. The 3rd and 5th line in each verse must rhyme

Thank you for reading, and hope you all enjoyed this interesting and musical form 🙂