A full moon- Long verse

The moon shines blue in the eerie night

Crickets croak in mellifluous delight

Pitter patter falls the rain on the window pane

A little boy watches it all: curious, wide-eyed

The moon radiates its bright white light

He jumps in puddles with all his might

Giggles at the mess he’s made of his dress

Could he be any naughtier, his tired mama sighs.

The moon hides behind a dark gray cloud

He’s busy with his friends, the football crowd

Joking, laughing, trying hard to fit in

He’s finding his feet, standing his ground.

The moon is a crescent with a star by its side

He’s enthralled by her beauty, his heart can’t deny

Legs turn to jelly, can’t say anything right

Why is love so awkward, he desperately cries.

The moon is a circle cut right in half

Making a name for himself, he’s working so hard:

He runs the rat race to bell the fat cats.

Meanwhile, his wife is his guiding North star:

They embark on a new journey they cautiously chart.

The moon shines blue this eerie night

Crickets croak in mellifluous delight

He holds his little son close to the window pane

And he watches, as his father did;

Curious, wide-eyed.



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.



Break of dawn – Paradelle

Indigo sky on a starless night

Indigo sky on a starless night

The moon peeks through clouds

The moon peeks through clouds

Through clouds peeks the indigo moon

On a starless sky night

A purple lotus blooms in the lake

A purple lotus blooms in the lake

Owls awake with dark shining eyes

Owls awake with dark shining eyes

Purple lake blooms awake with lotus eyes

Owls shining in the dark

Break of dawn sends first light

Break of dawn sends first light

Gentle message to the earth to rise

Gentle message to the earth to rise

To the earth send gentle light break

First message of dawn, rise

Purple indigo night, starless

A lotus peeks in the dark lake

Owls break through the clouds

In the shining dawn sky,

Blooms the earth, awake

A message of first gentle light

Dear Readers,

This is the 16th day of the OctPoWriMo Poetry Writing Challenge 2015.

The challenge today was to write a paradelle. Here is the explanation given on Shadowpoetry.com

The Paradell Structure

First Three Stanzas:

The first two lines as well as the third and fourth lines of the first three stanzas must be the same (repeat). Where it begins to get difficult and become more of a poetic puzzle is when reaching fifth and sixth lines. These lines must contain all the words from the preceding four lines within the stanza using them only once to form completely new lines.

Last Stanza:

For the most difficult piece of this poetic puzzle, the final stanza of the paradelle does not repeat like the preceding stanzas, rather the final six lines must contain every word from the first three stanzas, and only those words, again using them only once to form completely new lines.

The Design is simple:

Stanza 1: 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4  
Stanza 2: 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8
Stanza 3: 9, 9, 10, 10, 11, 12
Stanza 4: 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 

This was an extremely challenging style to try to accomplish. I don’t think I have done it perfectly even after editting and re-editting many times. But its an attempt and a salute to the mere idea of this style of poetry.

Let me know what you think!

Till tomorrow,


A whole lot of red

I slink through hazel hills draped in dew fall

Groping the wet earth to gain solid grip

A drop of rain, a multi coloured prism block:

Path of light for that luminary they call moon

The musty smell of flesh penetrates my nostrils

Its potency tripping me with vengeance’s thrill

That tatterdemalion sleeps just a few breaths away

I sidle, scraping my stomach along the glass blades

He awakens softly at first, then with hasty alarm

No doubt, sensing my intense eyes peer through the dark

I estimate how fast I can break his presumptuous skull

Someone shouts “leopard” and the rest of the herd run

The pack leader, he stands his ground; moronic human.

His lips turn into a scowl to chant some soulless apothegm

I search his face for remorse, but there’s not even a smidgen

The hatred’s mutual, he won’t get away with killing my cub

When nature speaks through actions, there’s not much left unsaid,

In a flash of gold and black, all that’s left is a whole lot of red.

black, all that’s left is a whole lot of red

Dear Readers,

This has been a response to Wordle #77 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. Grope

2. Hazel

3. Skull

4. Mutual

5. Luminary (A celestial body, as the sun or moon. A person who has attained eminence in his or her field or is an inspiration to others.)

6. Leopard

7. Potency

8. Tatterdemalion (A person in tattered clothing; a shabby person.)

9. Sidle (to move sideways or obliquely.)

10. Prism

11. Apothegm (a short, pithy, instructive saying; a terse remark or aphorism.)

12. Drape

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 :)

Find your place – Terzanelle

Find your place, put away all baggage, blend in

The familiarity comforts, yet makes me uneasy

Find your place, put away all baggage, blend in

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I smile at fairy floss clouds, their edges so hazy

Pop goes my ears as we rise above the earth

The familiarity comforts, yet makes me uneasy

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Sky bursts with light as the sun shows its worth

Is this heaven or just what it would look like?

Pop goes my ears as we rise above the earth

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Thoughts stand at the doorway, about to strike

We are but a speck in this meticulous universe

Is this heaven or just what it would look like?

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In a painter’s canvas, one of a million colours

Part of an ever-changing unique piece of art

We are but a speck in this meticulous universe

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The journey of life, we’re prepared from the start

Find your place, put away all baggage, blend in

Part of an ever-changing unique piece of art

Find your place, put away all baggage, blend in

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Dear Readers,

Does this style of poetry look a bit familiar to you? This is known as a Terzanelle poem, and it is a combination of the Villanelle and Terza Rima styles. 

The rules for this form are as follows:

1. The poem consists of 19 lines

2. It is made up of interlocking (repeating) tercets (three line verses)

3. The last verse is a quatrain (four line verse) which features the first line of the poem twice as a refrain.

4. There is no set syllable form, but each line should have the same metric length (I’ve not followed this)

5. The rhyme and refrain scheme goes like this:
1. A
2. B
3. A

4. b
5. C
6. B

7. c
8. D
9. C

10. d
11. E
12. D

13. e
14. F
15. E

16. f
17. A
18. F
19. A

Hope you all enjoyed reading this interesting form, do check out my attempts at Villanelle and Terza Rima style as well 🙂

Thank you for reading, see you next time.

Rivetted – Novelinee style

Misty air hangs around us a curtain

Tall pine trees; still, peaceful and majestic

Snow cuddles in cradles of the mountain

The valley below, heavenly mystic

Tireless hands made this masterful painting

Rivetted we stand here in breathless awe

Question the littleness of our living

In nature’s heart there’s no lies, its so raw

Fashioned perfectly by some sacred law.

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Dear Readers,

This style of poetry is known as a Novelinee. It was created by Sarah Ryburn, and has the following rules.

1. It should consist of 9 lines

2. Written in iambic pentameter or 10 syllables per line

3. Rhyme scheme of a b a b c d c d d 

Thank you for reading

Reference: www.poetsgarret.com

Tree – Free Verse

I lean on you like a sturdy tree

Spreading your branches, envelop me

Tears wiped away with tender leaves

The more I struggle, the tighter you hold


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I fall asleep like a child under your shade

You never let light scorch my face

Harsh realities chased so far away

You whisper over and over that it will be okay

I don’t believe you, but I pretend anyway

Maybe it’ll be true sometime.. someday.

Dazzling dusk – Nocturna

Sugar drops melt into white stars,

Set in the fabric of black velvet sky.

Flicker brilliantly, these crystal shards

Whisper lullabies to fleeting clouds.

They spin across the misty horizon,

Guarding heaven’s gates, so proud

The moon dubious in her absence.

Dazzling dusk has just begun,

Waiting to lose her innocence.

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Dear Readers,

This style of poem is known as a Nocturna. It is a 9-line french style of poetry, based on the “night” theme, made up of the following rhyme scheme:

a b a c b c d b d 

In the olden days, it used to be recited in the form of prayers.

Hope you all enjoyed it and let me know what you think!