Saturday, December 15, 2012

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Woman with the wheel

Woman with the wheel

 O woman with the wheel,
smiling from a yonder moon,
spinning yards of shimmering dreams,
hung across the ebony sky,

Do you wonder when you see,
countless tiny beings in hurry,
scuttling hither tither,
in hope for survival.

when they look up at the sky,
and see those dreams hanging dry,
why a hope resurfaces again,
to make everything alright.

Monday, August 20, 2012

::Monochrome Delight::

When a crystal falls for monochrome, 
where will shine the rainbows?

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Sunday, August 12, 2012

Untrodden Path

The untrodden path beckons 
and so do a gush of memories,
I stand, rooted, on the rendezvous.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Fairy Tale no more

The unicorns and daffodils,

of fairy tales yonder,
have long deserted me,
in the whirlwind of reality,

while I hear their laughter,

echoing through frozen time,
mocking my naivety,
their raspy tongues slash,

deepening the wound,

then why I wait, still,

in between dreams and
flickering promises.

Submitting for dVerse Poet

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Waiting in Denial

Years have passed by,
a thousand and one,
waiting in denial,
for a last speck of hope,
to diminish,
to leave me stranded,
in this abyss

while I clutch on to
flickering memories
real and unreal,

Was I waiting for you,
or your promise?
it has been so long dear,
frankly I don't remember,

I am waiting,
in denial.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Through your Eyes

Is the sky still orange bright,
where dance the silver clouds,
while sun slides down, out of sight?

and the bunch of purple Pansies
are they blooming on Willow's foot,
wooing butterflies, vibrant Lilies.

I feel the breeze blowing from,
old rill near the northern field,
Oh how I wish I still could roam.

Though weeps my lifeless eyes
through your gentle words I see,
Again my little heart flies.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

::Mid-Week Crisis::

Oh God!! it's still Wednesday
weekend seems to be ages away,
Client calls and deadlines wait,
curious junior and a boss who frets

Where are thou, o my friday?
Why lies between a thurs'ty'day?

This day just refuses to end,
a dozen more mails to be sent,
back rigid and eyes too dry,
staring at the documents wry,

Java throws crazy exceptions,
Spring with its cruel deceptions,
breaking my head on the CPU,
still suffering from Monday blues.

Where are thou, o my Friday?
Why lies between a blood thurs'ty'day?

Friday, May 18, 2012

::Lunar Love::

The Gibbous moon gracefully glided,
across a sea of blue nothingness
caressing dusky billows,

An enamored Gulmohar,
looked on, coldly,
drenched in unfulfilled desires,

He, a mere spectator,
the Rusty Streetlamp,
a witness to flirtatious smiles
and longing sighs.

Photo clicked in Bangalore

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

[Haiku Heights]::Void::

A swirl of silence,

embraces nostalgic hours,

then emptiness speaks.

{One of the quilling cards I made}

Sunday, April 22, 2012


You tame
with forked desires,
sinewy whip
lick passionately
binding me in your
sandpaper embrace.

I oblige,
miscarriage dreams.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Once upon a moonlight

Fireflies melt
into moon-eyed shadows
howling lullabies
of nocturne,

fidgety squirrels
s     u    t     e
   c     t    l
in tiny cracks
of a Fallen Oak,
tracing Orion.

The woods were lovely,

when the night


a blueberry sky,
while Venus kissed
gurgling fountains,
and Sirius picked
wild mushrooms.

Submitting to dVersePoet
Poetry Picnic
Thursday Poet's Rally

Thursday, March 22, 2012

[Palindrome] Midnight Blue

Blue Midnight,
captures-stardust sleepwalking,
while coyotes encore
rapturous life
with hypnotized melodies,
resonate across
intimidating yet enchanting

enchanting yet intimidating
across resonate
melodies hypnotized with
life - rapturous,
encore coyotes, while
sleepwalking stardust captures
midnight blue.

Poetry form - Palindrome

Friday, February 24, 2012

[Pleiades] Wait

Whispering horizon
wears a speck of amber
while a silent autumn
waits in denial to
watch spirited colors
waddle across the moor
welcoming giggling spring.

Poetry Form: Pleiades - This titled form was invented in 1999 by Craig Tigerman, Sol Magazine's Lead Editor. Only one word is allowed in the title followed by a single seven-line stanza. The first word in each line begins with the same letter as the title. Hortensia Anderson, a popular haiku and tanka poet, added her own requirement of restricting the line length to six syllables. 

Submitting for Thursday Poet's Rally

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Thursday, January 26, 2012

::Just can't do without you::

The poem is a result of conference chat with my hopelessly crazy friends. The first para was given by a friend and he asked me to write a song (not a poem) in simple language.

There are a few, but they aren't like you..
I can do without me, but not without you!
love is priceless, cannot be bought for a cost..
hold on to it, before its all lost

hand in hand, let us sail to a place,
where sun drowns in an orange haze,
Let us lie beneath a moonlit night,
Our dreams dancing side by side

I trace my lifeline etched on your palm,
while you look at me, innocently calm,
smiling broadly, yeah it's true
There are a few, but they aren't like you

stealing glances by the shore,
diving into the ocean's floor,
through your eyes I would love to view,
my life can go on but not without you!

Saturday, January 21, 2012


In dazzling colors,

way above the distant clouds,
when clash breezy ions ,

blurring the grey night,
adorning emerald gown blue,
a splendor unfold,

splashed across the winter skies,

mesmerizing yawning eyes,
I stood still, rooted,
in awe.

**It is my dream to watch an Aurora - The Northern lights.
image source : google

Thursday, January 12, 2012

::When Time frowns::

Silver rime
on moments, once sublime
flickering across purple twilight,

Stale promises piled ‘neath a melancholic night.
faceless voices rejoicing an eclipsed moon’s plight

in solitude, a distant dawn drowns
life drapes an old hag’s gown,
when time frowns.

Poetry Form-  The Trois-par-Huit was created by Lorraine M. Kanter.

Trois-par-Huit (Three-by-Eight or Octa-Tri for short), a poem containing three stanzas of 3, 3 and 2 lines OR 3, 2 and 3 lines: 8 lines total with a syllable count of 3, 6, 9, 12, 12, 9, 6, 3. The rhyming pattern is AAB BBC CC where the last line is the title of the poem and summarizes the meaning of the poem.  *Note: These poems are to appear center aligned.

Submitting for Thursday Poet's Rally week 60

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

December Rain

In long torrential strokes, 
striking the window sill,

tip tap against the wall,
screaming down the street.

sudden December rain,
stormed the city,
wheezing past the greens,
rising from the sea.

** Thane cyclone

Thursday, January 5, 2012

[Villanelle] Emptiness of Fear

A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme:
aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the
poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).

Sneaking into emptiness of fear,
haunting queries of the night,
Will I see you again, my dear?

By the side of sparkling mere
promises sigh a yearn to unite.
Sneaking into emptiness of fear,

Destiny was too sincere.
Smirking at my treacherous plight,
Will I see you again, my dear?

Though I no longer hear, 
Silence of subterfuge fight,
Sneaking into emptiness of fear,

Savoring yester’s  souvenir
in hope to relish flights of delight,
Will I see you again, my dear?

Finally when the mist clears,
shadows of time lurk despite.
Sneaking into emptiness of fear,
Will I see you again, my dear?

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