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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