Thursday, January 30, 2014

Shooting Star

a shooting star,
plummeting to its end, could
I wish upon thee?

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Haiku Heights - Useless

Useless, they summed up,
my life as a dream weaver,
resilient I am.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Crazy Little Heart

Sometimes the heart sees 
what is invisible to the eye,
a stubborn mind stays blind
though it often tries to pry

Tread with care, my Dear,
for heart it strangely refined,
you may stitch the broken piece
but scars will remain behind.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye

DVerse Poet

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

The Dadhi (Beard) Man

Hello there. Presenting before you – one and only – The Dadhi (Beard) Man, whose facial hair is the inspiration behind this elaborate write.

(Dadhi means Beard in Hindi)

Featuring – Tarun Kinger as Dadhi Man, Anuradha Kumari as Lady Chudel, Ranjini as scared Cat and tadada… Sreeram’s beloved Sakhu Bai … (Yup these are my adorable friends ... and I am always picking on them :P)

So .... Are ….. you ………. ready!!!!!


Beware o kids beware,
here’s a tale of yore,
when dadhi man came knocking,
knocking on the door.

Spindly wirey hair,
sprouting neath his lips,
scared the fair maiden,
who tossed over the chips.

“Mi Lady Mi Lady
will ya let me stay?”
he asked in voice so hoarse,
that scared the cat away.

“The rain is brutal tonight
my hair is dreanched to core
look at my tangled mouche
falling on the floor”

Eeks screamed sakhu bai
“I’m not cleaning this mess
you baalo wala fella
better control your tress”

“I tried expensive gels
and what shall I say,
dubious marketting gimmick
turned my hair all grey”

“Listen hairy dude”,
Finally said the lady
“Your 10,000 BC look
is freakingly shady”


She gave a crooked smile
and lightening flashed
a creepy curse was whispered
Dadhi man turned into a rat.


Submitting for DVerse Poet Pub

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Haiku Heights - Sharp

One stray moment was
savouring perfection,then,

a sharp tug of fate.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Shape Poetry - Dreamscape

Poetry Form - Shape Poetry

Today I sat down, and finished writing this shape poetry. The unfinished version was nagging me like a sore throat. Phew!! Finally I am at peace now. :)

Monday, January 13, 2014

Haiku-Heights - Grimace

in contorted ways,
she overcame, the grimace,
stone-eyed society.


Wednesday, January 8, 2014


Maybe- Love is forever
but a fickle friend is time,
a song can lose its rhyme,

and in the shadows of happily-after
where louder silences scream,
would sleep an aborted dream.

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