Stranger

Hello stranger

How have you been

You’re more salt than pepper

Yes, my age lines run deeper

Funny how we’d talk for hours

Now, words are few and far in between

Two galaxies that spun out of their trajectories

There’s just no getting closer.

Old friend, what have your eyes seen

So many years have passed beneath our feet

Spouses, children, houses and obligations

We’re not the free birds we used to be.

We stand here quietly grasping

Like time travellers thrown down a rabbit hole

You remind me of the person I used to be

It’s not the most comforting feeling

Have I evolved or lost the real me?

We dawdle, smiling awkwardly

Exchange polite niceties

And try to get the hell out of there

Back to our paths that never meet.

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Seasoned

The bittersweet tang of sticky marmalade

Swayed lightly on her toasted tongue

She glared at the tall wardrobe in the corner

Nothing was right in this gingerbread house-

It was all an ugly emotionless sham!

Bang!

Orange jelly wiggled on her shiny steel spoon

As she killed an afternoon fly quite mercilessly:

An innocent victim of her chronic bad mood.

She mourned its death quite piteously.

Struggling to banish this petulant attitude,

She chanted “liberosis” waving her arms about

What a strange spell for a witch so seasoned

And how curious that she not use her magic wand.

Dear Readers,

This has been a response to Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #152 after a very long time !

Our instructions 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. Lightly

2. House

3. Petulant (adj.)) moved to or showing sudden, impatient irritation, especially oversome trifling annoyance)

4. Liberosis ((n.) the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.)

5. Tall

6. Banish

7. Officer

8. Afternoon

9. Kill

10. Marmalade

11. Wardrobe

12. Attitude

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.

 

 

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Summer shades

Dip your toes in chilly waters

Watch them wrinkle, stark snow white

Relentless sun chars our tired brown faces

In the peak of summer, there’s no respite.

Sweat drips from every brow in the kitchen

A mighty effort for a meal so light

Icecream, the solace for us poor children

Add some mango for pure delight!

Our precious plants at the window wither

When will rains anoint their shriveled leaves?

Oh lets not think of monsoons in April,

Let the seasons change when they will.

 

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Nostalgia – Free verse

Where is home?

The place you stay in

Or the one you visit

Is it a loved one’s arms

Or a corner of their heart?

A bowl of mutton stew

With soft fluffy appams

The scent of jasmine

On a dewy monsoon morning

Squishy mangoes in summer

Angry ants in their leaf nests

Home is in the memories

The ones you turn into a poem

When you’re thirty and wonder

Where is it that I really fit in?

 

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The other side- Tanka x2

A dark storm raged on

Within a joyful facade

Who knows what comes next?

Unpredictability:

The driving force of this life

On the other side

There’s no more endless waiting

Life’s river flows calm

Goodness and light reign supreme

Peace eternal, till we meet.

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Dear Readers,

Today’s poem is written in the Tanka style. The Tanka is a Japanese style of poetry, which has the following syllable count:

1st line : 5 syllables

2nd line: 7 syllables

3rd line: 5 syllables

4th line: 7 syllables

5th line: 7 syllables

What did you think of this style of poetry?

What do you think of this poem?

Let me know in the comments!

Till next time.

Precious – Haiku x 3

Delicate fingers

Eyes closed firmly from the light

Your sweet humble cry

 

Every single day

We have struggled together

More than words can say

 

In the darkest night

Your arms reach out to find me

Precious son, you’re mine.

 

 

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Dear Readers (I’m humbled that there are a few of you!),

Here’s a simple set of three haikus. Just to refresh our (read:my) memory,  a haiku is a Japanese poem written in three lines with the following syllable count:

First line : 5 syllables

Second line: 7 syllables

Third line: 5 syllables

Haikus do not traditionally rhyme, but as you can see, this one does rhyme a little bit here and there.

Here are some of my other haikus:

Waterfall,

Double haiku,

Striped &

Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

 

Thank you for reading.

Until next time.

 

 

 

Do you see me – Free verse

When you look at me, what do you see?

Dark circles, thin hair, crow’s feet

So many years, I spent searching endlessly

Time slipped through my fingers so quickly

 

When you look at me, what do you see

Are my eyes sad and full of longing?

It’s true, many days, my body controls me

My bones are tired, my mind is weary

 

When you look at me, here’s what you don’t see:

My heart beats red, flushing my pale cheeks

Innocence brims at my lashes, filling me completely

I dream of an eternal love I’m not scared to wait for

Yet I’m done chasing, I trust what God has in store

Ambition lights my spirit, my wish to succeed

The strength and ability to stand on my own feet

 

When you look at me, what do you see?

Don’t see what I am, see what I can be.

 

Dear Readers (if there are any of you still there),

It has been a very long hiatus from this blog for me, but it is my sincere wish to kick start it and get back to poetry. I miss this space so much and crave to write when inspiration strikes and more importantly, even when it doesn’t.

There have been so many changes in my life in this past year. I’ve always been guarded on this blog, but my poems have always been from an open heart and will continue to be so.

Thank you for reading.

Until next time.

Promise it won’t be next year 🙂