Thursday, September 15, 2016

Saccharine promises

Once upon a time, drenched in love we whispered,
saccharine promises filled with naive schemes,
sighing at horizon, blatant blue and blurred.

In fractured moments when befall sour dreams,
effervescing from solitary sips of wine,
I hack plans in the shadows where silence screams.

Your pleads stumbled between the walls, once benign.
I laugh, listening to whips of wicked sound
strangely shocked by ruthlessness. Yours? Or mine?

Coldly licks the hem of my overpriced gown,
trail of blood, unperturbed by lifeless frown.

Poetry Form: Terza Rima

A Terza Rima is a poem with an eleven syllable count in each line and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, dd.
For even more of a challenge, try the Terza Rima Sonnet. This form of poem has an eleven syllable count in each line and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, ded, ee.

Sunday, July 31, 2016


And in the darkness
breathes a dream 
of a flickering light. 

'crammed in emptiness',

Wednesday, March 9, 2016


I watched her pick 
fragments, of once a vivacious
heart, solemnly, s l o w l y,
lifting a tear stained gaze
once in a while beckoning him, 
pehance waiting for 
these pieces to magically 
assemble in a dream.

"We'll always have Paris"
She consoles long solitary nights.

He wasn't meant to 
return, yet the letters never 
stopped, and now, all that
remains, is a wrinkled 
s      e 
 m i l

that often meets deep 
hollow eyes when memories 


Thursday, February 11, 2016

Pristine Melancholia

Hello there!!
This blog has been lying dead since November. My muse ran away so I had no idea what to write about, but a discussion about poems in the morning sparked my good old love for formed poetry. Thanks Geetika :D So after hours of writing and re-writing and searching for proper rhyming words ... it's ready (You might think  - Is that all you got!!) 

Tadaaa... my first poem of 2016 - a form called Pantoum. 

Wrapped in pristine melancholia,
she awaits the end of time,
whispering ‘neath a lone Acacia,
long forgotten vanilla rhyme.

She awaits the end of time,
an apparition of once a bride,
long forgotten vanilla rhyme 
soars above the ebb of tide.

An apparition of once a bride
for a thousand years and more,
soars above the ebb of tide,
they say awaiting a man of yore.

For a thousand years and more
whispering ‘neath a lone Acacia,
they say awaiting a man of yore,
wrapped in pristine melancholia.

photo by Caroline Knopf

Pantoum Poetry Form

The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA.

The design is simple:

Line 1
Line 2
Line 3
Line 4

Line 5 (repeat of line 2)
Line 6
Line 7 (repeat of line 4)
Line 8

Continue with as many stanzas as you wish, but the ending stanzathen repeats the second and fourth lines of the previous stanza (as its first and third lines), and also repeats the third line of the first stanza, as its second line, and the first line of the first stanza as its fourth. So the first line of the poem is also the last.

Last stanza:

Line 2 of previous stanza
Line 3 of first stanza
Line 4 of previous stanza
Line 1 of first stanza

Source:  Shadow Poetry

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Three Favourite Words

It was supposed to be fun Friday, yet I was working late,
temperature soaring high, such terrible was my state,
Sun was beyond horizon, and few stars were out too,
I stared at the exceptions, that Java abruptly threw.

Cleaners were long gone, errie was the milieu,
was that a random shadow, peeking from the loo,
Ok that's enough, it was time to call it a day,
I would sure hallucinate, if more longer I stayed.

Caught a train back home, standing on the aisle,
crawled a flight of stairs, dragging my tired profile,
the husband opened the door, even before I was steady,
and uttered my favourite words, "Honey, Dinner's Ready"

Monday, November 2, 2015


My pet left me a note last night,
on how callous I had become,
that the virtual pet was more loved,
than the real furry one,
Of course I deny these allegations,
you can ask my friends on cam,
Look, I received a thousand likes,
When posted on Instagram.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Did you heart the rainbow?

When Maple turns copper,
and sky tangerine,
sighs again a dandelion,
in every skip of a summer dream.

While seasons keep unfolding,
without a sideway glance,
Did you heart the rainbow?
For there's never a second chance.

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