Thursday, February 27, 2014

Labyrinth - Terzanelle


Rising above the realms of myth,
an enticing chimera whispers,
beckoning into a labyrinth.

Voices chained in golden towers,
slaves of wolfish desires,
an enticing chimera whispers.

In vain they fight their sires,
as shadows engulf the summer sky,
slaves of wolfish desires,

Cheap and Sold are You and I,
to blinding glitters of a mirage,
as shadows engulf the summer sky,

Don't hide in coward camouflage,
Can you return the son I lost
to blinding glitters of a mirage?

Tell me how much my breath costs,
Can you return the son I lost?
Rising above the realms of myth,
beckoning into a labyrinth.

A terzanelle is a poetic form combining aspects of the villanelle and the terza rima.[1][2] It is nineteen lines total, with five triplets and a concluding quatrain. The middle line of each triplet stanza is repeated as the third line of the following stanza, and the first and third lines of the initial stanza are the second and final lines of the concluding quatrain; thus, seven of the lines are repeated in the poem. The rhyme scheme and stanzaic structure are as follows (a capitalized letter indicates a line repeated verbatim):







Or, for the alternate (couplet) ending, the final stanza is: fFAA'

Prose for Thought

Monday, February 24, 2014

Writer's Block

Words have seeped through
the parchment, unread,
and tears had remained, unshed.

Yet under the flickering light
I play with frozen letters,
while my sentences stutter.

A bottleneck of memories
have clutched my mind,
like a shadow, lurking behind.

My ink is no longer faithful,
it has turned stone, long ago,
while I await for it to flow.

Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn 

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Lovelorn Cocklebur

A spirited butterfly giggled by,
waltzing in delicate swings,

sighed the lovelorn cocklebur,

Her wings glittered in auburn hues
in contrast to his sepia woes,

a spirited butterfly giggled by,

she swept horizon with silver dreams,
and laughed along besotted twilight
waltzing in delicate swings,

peeping through a corner weed ,
he longed for her moony glimpse,

sighed the lovelorn cocklebur.

Poetry Form - Cascade


Definition from Shadow Poetry:

Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example below:

a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

To make the Cascade an even longer poem, use more lines in verse one. For example, if verse one has 6 lines, the poem must have seven stanzas so that each line of verse one is reused as a refrain in each following stanza (a cascading effect).

Monday, February 17, 2014

Apartment To Let

Long have I refused
to renovate this apartment
the rusted parapet,
hold back memories
of damp solitude
escaping down
the never-ending stairs.

Today, for one last time,
I soak in those moments
of an almost forgotten yore,
the red brick walls plead

as I pull away
 tear stained curtains.

Tomorrow, these walls will
be painted white,
to start afresh,
as I will let in

a new tenant.


Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Shape Poetry - Memories

I love writing shape poetry. It's one of my favorite Poetry type :) Here's something on dreams and memories

I dream of silver stars and billows cottony,
tied delicately in bows
and sprawled beneath,
Dancing, gliding,
I paint my dreamscape,
 dripping my brush in
palette of life – vibrant
and rejuvenated, 

with giggles of summer days
and warmth of winter morning,
I tie a wreath of
silken solitude,
on my door.
The moon would sprinkle
silver dust,
 borrowed from celestial past,
cosmic ages ago,
when chasing butterflies with
fluffy white lambs,
was all I had to do.
Memories may haunt me down,
but I would cherish and hug them,
like an old friend. 
Sitting by the lake
we will chat,
about years gone by.

Monday, February 10, 2014


clicked at Namdroling Monastry, India

Age-old peaceful words

Pacify restless minds
teachings of Buddha.

Tend your garden dear,

with fragrant blooms of wisdom
serenity speaks

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Shape Poetry - Dream Weaver

Reminiscing  sorrows of yesteryear, 
is futile my dear, spread your wings,
 and soar without fear,
Those stony eyes would again stare,
 but in awe and reverence.
 Maybe their dispassionate heart, 
might stumble upon fortuitous love.
And they would too follow your dreams, 
chasing a distant star-trail, 
flowing through the seam
Blinded are thoughts,
 by norms of past, 
muffle their Insipid gossip,
For you have smiles to carve, 
hope to catch and memories to engrave,
Stay strong, my little  Dream weaver.

Poetry Form - Shape Poem

Dverse Poet
Prose for thought
Write Tribe Prompt 

“Life is like a jigsaw puzzle, you have to see the whole picture, then put it together piece by piece!” This is my take on life.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Haiku Heights - Cadence

Beyond subterfuge 
of material pleasures, hides
a peaceful cadence.

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