Gossamer Bead

Enchants woods in valley of mist,

Glides from heaven's womb to exist,

Life pours from sky.

Shimmers in eyes my dreams and tears,

Hums at nights fading my dark fears,

Drop of goodbye.

Celestial glide on tiny palms,

Glimpses of divine loop of realms,

Reborn to fly.

*This poem has been written using the French Tail-Rhyme poetry form that begins with either a couplet or a triplet of lines that consist of rhymed lines. This set of either a couplet or triplet is then followed by a "tail", which is the third or fourth line that does not rhyme with the couplet or triplet that preceded it. This tail line tends to be shorter in length than those lines within the couplet or triplet. This type of poetry can also be used with stanza, known as a tail-rhyme stanza, but in these pieces, all of the tail lines rhyme with each other. The use of tail rhymes in literature was often found in several different Middle English romance pieces. First there is a rhyming couplet of normally of eight syllables then a third and shorter line. There is another couplet that rhymes with the first one and the sixth, shorter line that rhymes with the third line. This gives us a suggested pattern : aabccb. Here I have used 8,8,4 syllables in each couplet and tail respectively and a rhyme scheme of aabccbddb.*

Summer's Rhapsody (A Sonnet)

Paint me on your canvas of rosy dawn,

dewy scarlet daisy blooms in soft hues,

your mango-dipped fingers dwelling upon,

crimson cool honey dripping to heart's muse.

Drench my soul in your ethereal touch,

Inhaling your musk with lazy noon mush,

dancing to whispers of orchards you clutch,

tendrils in vineyard of my cocooned blush.

Sing me a rhapsody of clouds in white,

lilac summer holding onto spring breeze,

my hair tickle your glances at twilight,

velvet breaths fuse in woods with rustling trees.

Silver crescents blaze moonlit pearls of love,

lulled in wraps of tranquil stars from above.

Here is the traditional Shakespearean Sonnet with a defined meter. There are 14 lines, with three quatrains(four lines each) consisting of a theme and the last two lines(couplet) concluding the theme. The rhyme scheme is abab cdcd efef gg. Each line of this sonnet of mine contains 10 syllables.

Fragrant Promise

Nascent pristine hopes sprout stealthily
  from the submerged swamps of anxieties,
     parched earth frets over consequences
       to fuel naive hopes into realities of void
         burdened with the clutter of aged promises,
          fervent wind denies hope to flourish
           effervescence of faith sustains the sapling.
            I shiver at my failed encounters,
           lost desires from broken promises;
          you radiate truth with a divine Aurora
         calming my perturbed oceans of scars,
        soothing whispers dissolving delusions.
      Your promise of a love that lasts forever
    blooms with my infant hope born yet again
  in my ancient orchard of disappointments,
perhaps hope is an everlasting promise too.
When my hallucinations overtake my existence
  you bridge my fantasies with visible world
    and fuse my bliss with your intuition.
     Unfulfilled promises, superfluous allegations
       in a world where none volunteers to be a promise.
        You erase my hazy visions of torn pages
        and color them with your dripping love.
       Two parallel waves in unison moving forth
      rising with crests and falling with troughs
    merging in the tranquility of a shore afar
  next to the ocean enchanted by seagulls
guiding my lost spirit in storms with your light.
My hopes have grown into a lush fir tree
  swaying with your glistening smiles.
    You become my universe peeking into imaginations
      of my stories, melodies, musings at nights;
        and when I return to reality you wait
         with my sublime corner by your side,
          my book of musings flourishes by your essence.
          Perhaps humans should keep their promises,
          I believe theirs too get fulfilled someday.
        I smile every time the fir tree drenches me
      dissolving the fragrance of musk-soaked love
    in raindrops and snowflakes of your promise--
  To be the love that retains the existence of
everlasting hope in this world-- your promise..

Alter Ego

Bustling crowd awaits a clash,

Anxious foes of progeny,

Become opponents on stage,

Spotting objects of their feud.

Contest begins with a catch,

First to stop accepts defeat,

Dulcet symphonies ablaze,

Fierce scarlet battle assumed.

Both unwilling to attack,

wink to sync the frenzied breeze,

Flute notes chase violin sways,

Two champs in union conclude.

*This poem has been written using the traditional Welsh and Cornish short poetry form called Englyn, in which patterns of syllables and rhyme or half rhyme are decided depending on various forms. This particular form of Englyn used here contains three quatrains(verses of four lines) with seven syllables in each line. The lines use near rhymes instead of exact rhymes. I have used the abcd abcd abcd near rhyme scheme.*

Photographs

Mornings blushed in dew

replicating your jubilant smile,

love-ladened cupcakes in pink

flavored by your honey-dipped fingers,

fragrance of your jasmine-clad hair

swaying along every time you danced,

exchanging exclusive looks in public

to laugh at shared secrets with coffee,

strumming broken strings of your guitar

when we collided against the window,

rambling vintage songs on deserted streets

of an unknown city on our vacation,

laughing out aloud when I repeated

our mistakes despite your warnings,

sharing anxious hugs scared to part

on a journey to unbeknownst roads.

Someone pause that treacherous night!

When you screamed in agony and left us,

gifted your baby echoing innocent cries...

I miss each moment when I look

at our photographs teary-eyed

sitting on our abandoned bench again

years later, in a world without you..

'Retreat to your world dear friend', I pray.

A ray of light shines through me,

someone just called me wide-eyed in glee.

Oh such a gorgeous creature she is!

Reflecting everything you had once been

I hope you see how adorable she is, my friend...

I love and relive each moment again

as I look at your charming daughter.

Our yellowed photographs smile again

In a world without you..

Phoenix of Hope

Amid the white patches of that mauve gracious dusk

I bask in an awaited dawn since I found myself from a lost world

to win over my innermost conflicts at last,

I remember the spirit that rejoiced my tattered hopes...

~~~~~~~~~~~I see my spirit guided in~~~~~~~~~~

That mighty river~~

    which flowed through rapids and ravines and

      streams that mingled into it or crossed a path just once,

         I remember the light which kept me sane...

The incessant cycle~~

      of nights and days,

        inconspicuous, anticipated, enchanting

          I remember hushed whispers transforming into soothing lullabies..

That steady rock~~

   which stands for ages facing all the odds

      to wait for a pleasant morning,

        I remember how it revived the withering moss...

That drop of rain~~

   which poured to rejuvenate life in grief,

      I remember how it soaked parched Earth in colors...

That winter breeze~~

   accompanied by frost, undesired yet gleaming with delight,

     I remember the wings that made it soar in the sky..

That lost alley in the woods~~

   which guided voyagers even when nobody liked to walk upon it,

      I remember the fire that guided a laid path...

That oak tree~~

   which grew from a sapling when storms tried to uproot it,

      I remember the courage that kept it upright...

The warrior who never gave up~~

   despite the battles lost in the journey,

     I remember the ashes that built her again...

The woman who found a life~~

   growing from a naive girl who learnt from her mistakes,

     I remember the dreams that revealed the mystery of love....

A light of faith, a ray of hope,

A drop of elixir, a soothing breeze

The fire that builds from ashes to rebirth

over lands to fly upon and rise

It guides me, lights me, loves me

I see a Phoenix engulfing my spirit.

Eclipsed Letters

Intermingled threads of my fantasies pour

from the ink of my love on the bare soul

of the letter I write for you, my beloved

The windowpane sparkles moonlit dreams

And I submerge into my visions of you

You, my moon bound to your services

Make me wonder how I would write

All the love-soaked words I've never said

I had questions that submerged in tides

Propelled by divine celestial waves

I forgot to savor the fragrance of lilies

That intertwine into my desolate bed stand

Perhaps you will be gulping your tea

When this letter relishes the touch

Of your frozen fingers looking for warmth

You might inhale the aroma of my love

Dripped in my waxing and waning hopes

Rosy shades of mellowed sunrise

Prompt my hopes to flutter and fly

Away to a land where you reside

I have spent last night tossing them

In solicitude of your awaited letter

My feet took a hundred strides 

to the door that I opened warily

I await your reply to quench my love

I am the sun that follows her moon 

Eclipsed by unending galactic cycles 

Let me drape myself in your love

Let your letter wait at the corner

Until I've told you my anxiety faded away

I've been onlooking the desert roads

Oh should I merge into them in daylight

To kiss the path your letter traverses

This time I hope it remembers at last

My name and address on this frayed street

Let it bring to me your smooth embrace

The sun, exhausted of the chase for moon

Over these centuries, awaits the end of eclipse

Drenched in my fears I whisper at sunset,

"Let my love engulf me in soothing waves"

....The sun and the moon in a golden Aurora, unite,

Your letter arrives before you coloured in lilac twilight.

Glorious Trophies

Gaiety kids bubbling laughter in scarlet delighT

Ladened with trophies of sparkling rusted coppeR

Observing the bounteous man who'd vanished long agO

Rivers of innocence flood the abandoned summer camP

Inside his heart only the old man knows the trutH

Onlooking little kids remind him of his grandson's origamI

Uplifting his blue spirits they leap at bouncing reveriE

Smiling as he hands them his lost boy's glorious trophieS

*This poem has been written using Acrostic poetry form, originated in Ancient Greek and Latin Literature. In an Acrostic poem, the first letter of each line spells out a word related to the theme of the poem. I have used a type of Double Acrostic form where the first letters of each line spell one word and the last letters of each line spell another word from the theme of this poem.*

Warmth

My

numb lips

shivering

in autumn snow

near candles of dusk

rub moist warmth of 

memories

naming

you

*This poem has been written using the Ninette poetry form. It consists of nine lines, each increasing in one syllable, then at the midpoint, decreasing again. The form, when centered, appears like a paper lantern. The first and last word may be the same, antonyms, or synonyms. This one contains syllables from line 1 to 9 being 1,2,3,4,5,4,3,2,1 respectively. Notice the use of words that complement each other in the first and last lines.*

Secrets

Brimming love potion at sunrise

ornate cookies of motherhood,

drape our savoured taste buds;

'Oh! She must love to cook'.

Sliding 'neath her pillow of dusk,

mom's poetry flashes secrets.

*This poem has been written in the Hexastich Verse form, which is a poem or a verse consisting of six lines. This one has a non-rhyming scheme and syllable count from line 1 to 6 being 8,8,6,6,8,8 syllables respectively.*

Red Penance

Under the shade of that proliferous maple tree we named

I'd given you a piece of my naive heart

When I handed over a fragment of that red ribbon

I still remember how you'd smiled reluctantly

In shades of twilight wavering from mauve to scarlet

You had returned that piece of me when you left

Imprudent to believe in the eternity of young love

I'd vowed to reparate my life to obliviate my scars

Discarded that wretched fragment of red ribbon 

I had embarked a journey on a turn to another road

The miserable ribbon unaware of my reverberating battles

Remained desolate on that spot- my incompetent sword

A whiplash of raging storm washed it down the cliff

As I kept descending into your miserable memories

The fervent stream rolled it forth with the pebbles

As I tossed my desires beneath the pattering raindrops

It crashed against unrelenting waves and surged carelessly

While I wished my fears would escape like an Albatross

On a frozen blue midnight it swept along a canopy to the shore

While the frozen chunks of my innocence gasped under snow

When Autumn bade farewell, it swooshed along with broken twigs

As my visions of you began to dissolve into old debts across time

When it slept beneath the cushions of dried leaves in summer

My fears evanesced in my pleas of mercy for atonement of new journeys

It disappeared in the follies of my young years embraced by time

And I rose into the skies with the strength of my scars

Soothing whispers and wailing sobs found an abode together

My exile demanded a resurrection of my past to attain salvation

Last year I heard a hurricane had uprooted our dear maple tree

I retreated the half mile I'd traversed half a decade ago with you 

Unshackled to your anchor, my ship sailed smoothly till our spot

A fragment of a faded red ribbon fell next to a rising maple sapling

Enchanted by the divine coincidence manifested from my journey

I buried it with a soothing effervescence releasing you at last

The sapling of my red penance revived me with hope and bliss

I only remember the red memories now, not how the moments made me feel.

Utopia

Spellbound inside a castle of light

Twinkling stars on tapestries outside

Emerald horses flying in ecstasy

Plum mulberry sunset curling in violet sunrise

Galaxies ensnare bubbling stories at nights

Blushing clouds flying to waterfalls of dew

Where ancient scars dissolve into void

And God will bless our innocent souls

This picture of heaven since I was a child

Remained with me until I stepped outside

The road I traverse reminds me of home

Amid the existence I strive to create

Splashes of peach in a tranquil courtyard

Lyrical verses in melodies of chirping cuckoos

Grandpa's armchair boasting as my grand throne

Grandma brought cookies bubbling with love

Mama's cushioned disdain entwined secret praises

Daddy took me far into parallel universes

Your sheepish smile at my naive questions

Wrapping me in your blanket of divine love

The stories we created under the starlit roof

Windows reflecting Jasmine bushes swaying to bedside

That corner behind the ancient mahogany tree

Where leaves rattled in rain and breathed under snow

Turned pale and crimson at our clicks of words

On laps of dewdrops seeping scintillation of years

Exploring distant lands to delve deep into minds

A land I dream of cocooned with bliss

The palatial abundance of being together

With memories I cherish and days to celebrate

Is nothing less than the heaven that exists

In clouds I believe afterlife will be like this.

Bubblahoot's Naughty Hoodlecuttu

*Warning- Really bad nonsense poetry to follow*

Humpenscrumy Bubblahoot ruttletoo

Gulping chomping vayvaycrootoo

Nostrils flaring bumpun fiddle trung

In the holtapolta garden flicker mung

Wags and woofs crimba tungee moss

Trabble fongslulu around wastry gross

Scratching terthy cangs of drigglyfrock

Zinging away buggly condrax chucrock

Trouble drouble lumps of quundoo drip

Chonky tinkhiss phantals gotsog flip

Naughty Hoodlecuttu blurglur changqa

Doodle goodle cups of hot pot fangqa

Weary treary shall I picksert quartee you

Or my nimbla golta rasdinga suits two 

Gobberwarts of gargle entralunk hunfdy 

Bhronking daddan goodbye fat wunfsy!

*Written by a really sad emotional Vogon dog owner when his Bubblahoot vayvaycrootooed.*

*This poem has been written in the Vogon poetry form. The Vogons are a fictional alien race from the planet Vogsphere in 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'—initially a BBC Radio series by Douglas Adams—who are responsible for the destruction of the Earth, in order to facilitate an intergalactic highway construction project for a hyperspace express route. Vogons are slug-like but vaguely humanoid, are bulkier than humans, and have green skin. Vogons are described as "one of the most unpleasant races in the galaxy—not actually evil, but bad-tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous", and having "as much sex appeal as a road accident" as well as being the authors of "the third worst poetry in the universe". They are employed as the galactic government's bureaucrats. According to the The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria, and the worst is by Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex, who perished along with her poetry during the destruction of Earth, ironically caused by the Vogons themselves. Vogon poetry is seen as mild by comparison. The main example used here is a short poem which roughly emulates nonsense verse in style.

Illusive Rituals

Endless tunnels lead me, to dim corners of strange dimensions

Floating with waves to infinity, loops curling me to shores

I lose the stories seen, in witty rituals of my mind.

*This poem has been written using the Sijo poetry form. It is a traditional Korean poetry form(older than haiku and tanka which emerged during the Goryeo period of Joseon dynasty) which consists of three lines comprising 14-16 syllables in each line. Each line contains a pause in the middle not necessarily metrical. Line 1 introduces the situation or theme of the poem. Line 2 develops the theme with more detail or a turn in argument. Line 3 presents a twist or conclusion of the poem taking a profund turn. This poem has 15 syllables in each line. Sijo is based on more personal themes than other type of poetry forms.*

End Or Beginning?

At the edge of a roaring ravine humanity shivers this year

Wondering how it has reached here with wounded civilizations

Forgetting age old blunders incurred upon the existence of humans

Thriving jealousy, waging wars

Building armory to destroy their own

Caressing destruction by diplomacy 

Spilling oil over nature gasping for life

Now Earth retaliates to cleanse itself

Bubbling volcanoes, newborn tornadoes

Novel pandemics, extinction of genes

Humanity struggles to resurface

Through abandoned shades of hope

That retains itself over centuries 

Is this the beginning of an apocalypse till the end?

Hope wishes a few might survive to preserve cultures and live on

But hope believes humans will change to create a new world with nobility

This might be the awaited beginning 

Do humans at last, understand?

Syzygy

                                                        Turquoise tides, scintillating traces drape hushed prairies in indigo hues. Dancing to ballads of wild breeze, love soaks enchanting moonlit waves, down the crevice in galactic syzygy; blend me in your halo.

 

*Syzygy is a linear configuration of celestial bodies by conjunction or opposition(usually during lunar or solar eclipse). It also represents the fusion or a pair of opposing elements(for instance, the conscious and the subconscious minds).

*This poem has been written using the Yalto poetry form. It has a non-rhyming scheme with lines 1 to 15 using 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables respectively.

Cuddled Dusk

scarlet nervous rays

wrap around gleaming white snow;

dusk cuddled in love

A traditional Japanese Haiku- It is a representation of poetry about nature with three lines using 5,7,5 syllables respectively. 

Shaman

                                    

                             
                            Euphoric hope spills
                                                        from my eyes gleaming with love,
                                                                             ambrosial shaman enchants
                                                                                                    aching sobs of my son;

            I see him next to my body.

This poem has been written using the Wayra poetry form. The Wayra (Quechua - wind ) is a popular verse form of Peru and Bolivia. It appears it originated in an indigenous Quechua language but has found its way into Spanish literature. It is a short syllabic verse of 5 non-rhyming lines with the syllable count from lines 1 to 5 being 5,7,7,6,8 respectively. The last line contains an element of surprise.

The Lucid Friend

I

cascade

with mystique

to dark -a b y s s.

Frames of my life fade,

as my ashes -d i s s o l v e.

At the end of this -t u n n e l-

awaits a -l u c i d- friend in hood,

all pain vanishes at the -s u m m i t;

on mama's lap i doze to -a f t e r l i f e.

This poem has been written using the Etheree poetry form founded by Etheree Taylor Arsmtrong. It is a progressive verse of ten non-rhyming lines with the count syllable being from line 1 to 10 as 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 respectively. It focuses on one central theme with rhythm, meaning or imagery.

Showtime

"Turn on the television",

Says an angel munching popcorn,

At the end of each century

"What are the humans up to?"

15th Century:

Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages

Enchanting symphonies of musicians

Words printed publicly

On yet another note,

Empires waging wars for supremacy

16th Century: 

Shakespeare sprinkles an era of Literature

Novel religions blend together

World marvels at inventions

Oh! Their foolish twist,

Struggling against man made plagues

17th Century:

Pascal, Boyle, Newton bask in glorious Science

Folks marvel at exquisite cuisines

Discover how universe expands

But humans need a change,

How about propagating slavery

18th Century:

Darwin and Berkeley penetrate philosophic minds

Austen explores societal strata

Mozart floats among harps

Well enough, humans think

Let's plot royal conspiracies

19th Century:

Civilizations soar with industrial revolution

Pasteur creates life-saving vaccines

Giant machines uplift cities

Isn't that much for now

Time to expand slave colonies

20th Century:

Theories leave immortal traces in all fields

Carbon dating, electromagnetic rays,

Nuclear reactions building spaceships

Humans have a different need

Devastating nuclear bomb thrills

Bored, angels switch to channel Earth

Only two decades past 21st century,

Interstellar voyages, flying planes,

A primitive human wouldn't believe,

But oh they can never change,

Bubbling venom of cold wars,

Dead humanity, tortured nature,

Cheap thrills of pointless debates.

"Okay that's been a while I say,

It is time to give them a taste.

At regular intervals in this century,

Humans with their wolfish greed

Surpassing idiocy need a pause."

Combating over money, religions, 

Nature, opinions, nothing else

While humans oppose each other

Forgetting to ponder their doings

Angels and demons dance together

Letting nature throw up for a while

God laughs as he tunes for showtime,

"And now for something completely different..."

The Awakened Window

Awake in a morning full of divine charismatic light
I see a white curtain pulled to the side to reveal
A whitewashed wall proudly flaunts a crayon drawing
That my daughter had colored for me at age nine

I open the window exposed to golden sunshine
Transparent dew drops gleaming with reflections
Smile at me from the tip of a cheerful green leaf
Charming rays sing a soothing melody to welcome me

Today I saw my brilliant grown up daughter
And though I was never a part of her journey
She looks like a timeless old friend never seen
Recounting imaginations of my lost blank years

The dusk reverberates hues of a forgotten mauve
It seems I'd preserved this memory for long enough
To rejoice in the marvels of a captured sunset
When blackness had haunted me for years

The woman next to me together all these years
I look at her like a newfound lover does
Blinking fast she appears to be my wife
Blinking slow I envision her as an angel divine

My eyes twinkle when she seems vibrant
Dressed in her satin wedding gown tonight
We wrap ourselves in a starry blanket
Under the celestial shades of moonlit sky

A teardrop slides down the corner of my eyes
I shed it quietly at this heavenly jubilation
Reminiscing more such nights spent by her side
When I'd heard her whispers painting them to me

The impressions of my long lived blank memories
Fade further away when I envision a captivating world
Never had I known it could expose my senses again
When I'd anticipated to take a glimpse in the end

Again I feel elated to awaken this obliterated gift
With visions and marvels to remember in colors
My senses accept the abundance of eyesight
As my vision drifts to the awakened window at sixty.

Elixir of Life

In the fragility of dreams

With my eyes wide open 

At the onset of daylight

Crawling tint of lilac hues

Sparkle dew drops on lilies

Engulf my soul in blues

To see the world alive

I find myself wondering 

Of the desires buried

Deep inside this fragile heart

The forgotten people,

The abandoned roads,

The lost moments,

The unhealed scars,

The yellowed pages,

All from my journey so far

Make me feeble all day long

With a darkness beneath daylight 

In the fragility of dreams

With my eyes half closed

At the onset of dusk

When lavender sky illuminates 

Exhausted turquoise tides,

Sweat-soaked memories 

Comfort my enervated soul

Provide drowsy solace 

To my played out heart

In the weariness of windows

Too unyielding to be unfastened

Yet willing to let the light inside

The cocoon of my hopes

Breathes half-heartedly 

May be not to fly but to survive 

Wrapped in the panacea of twilight

In the fragility of dreams

With my eyes meant to be closed

I wake up on a glistening blue night

A nostalgic halo opens the windows

Clenched by my wavering anxieties

I find my wings and spread them wide

To fly afar through the elixir of night

It reminds me of everything 

That had once been mine

That could have been mine

And that still is and will always be mine

That all my life is but a circle

Meant to be found around

That nothing is ever lost

If in my heart it will be found

That my fragility heals my scars

Strengthens my spirit

Renews my pages

To explore my roads

Full of errors or glories

That the hope on which I never give up

And the love dripping over my soul

Is my eternal elixir of life

That when the day is over

Night will always revive 

My wearied heart and memories

Courage in my tenderness 

I find a waterfall of love and hope

When my eyes are meant to be closed

At night, in the fragility of dreams.

An Ode To Those Cities

A dear friend asked me the other day

"Which is the city you call your own?"

I wanted to give a precise answer

But couldn't find out which one.

Is it the city where I was born

That still echoes my murmurs

In the whispers of rosy mornings

And spreads my fragrance with the wind.

Or is it the city where I went to school

That still preserves my frayed memories

Of broken pencils and faded pages

And the benches where I played along.

Is it the city where I had lost myself

That still glorifies my mistakes explored

In all those struggles that it has kept

Hidden between dried petals of my diaries.

Or is it the city where I found glory

That still reminds me of beautiful days

Shared smiles with my parents

And moved forward to find my road.

Perhaps it is the city where I hadn't lived

It still carries my experiences with strangers

Of a weekend spent to find myself

In the history of a city that wasn't mine.

I don't know which one it is

For I belong to every city I have visited

Left a part of me there to blend in the air

Picked another part and dissolved it in me.

With the molecules and moments

That create themselves for me

I look back to every frame that was me

And let it unfurl a history of mine.

I am not sure if there exists a city

That we humans can call our own

Or why else would we feel we belong there

When we procreate our lives in those cities.

The Mighty Rescuer

Folks say his mother used to read

Stories of ancient warriors indeed,

To give birth to a child as brave

As a legend beneath a historic grave.

'Achilles'- She used to call her son

And he grew up, fascinating like none,

His teachers surged heroic waves aboard

His mother gifted him a little sword.

He didn't disclose there was a land

Where he was hailed as a warrior grand,

Every day he read of kings in wars

Every night he escaped worldly doors.

That night he was woken by an alphabet

It was an 'A' shivering in cold sweat,

"Achilles our saviour, we need thee

To release our inmates and set them free."

Arose Achilles to the land of words

Where stories flew past like birds,

Coloured houses of phrases spoken

Missing alphabets from windows broken.

The morning sun made up of a sentence

Pleaded Achilles for their independence,

Leaving A and C all had been caught

Their land left with stories that fought.

Achilles swayed his little gifted sword

Headed to the prison he'd never explored,

Oh what courage flowed in his veins

Determined to free alphabets of chains.

The prison of punctuation marks was guarded

By creepy spelling mistakes disregarded,

He fought valiantly and killed them all

Released alphabets from the prison wall.

He met the King of Punctuation Marks

Demanded to know why he fired sparks,

"Achilles the brave! We hail thee

 We were ruined by an unknown flea.

But now that you have saved our land

I plead you to let our message expand,

When people in the world pen their tales

Let them punctuate or the train derails.

As long as punctuation stays alive

Their stories will flutter and strive,

Or else mistakes might attack us again

Their follies will make our enemies gain."

Brave Achilles understood while he came back

Tired, dozed off till he heard something crack,

"Hold on! I come to save the world afar";

Perhaps tonight, The Alexander or a Czar?

Interstellar Reverie

Sipping aromatic coffee on my duty break 

I glanced beyond the hazy vapors

outside toward the isolated runway;

under moonlit sky giant aircraft at standstill.

Despondent like me they seemed outside,

Inside my zestful mind seemed free,

While I wondered how bored they might be,

In times like these when they couldn't fly.

"Ahoy! You seem to take us for granted",

I heard a voice somewhere nearby.

'Perhaps I need to sleep for a while'

I thought but found an Airbus

Glowering through the glistening windscreen.

"I can still fly far beyond and free,

Do not doubt my divine abilities".

Though humans could be more nefarious,

Perplexed, I did not believe the machine.

And before I could even respond hesitantly,

It beguiled and absorbed me inside,

Terrified, I saw how it swooshed away

And flew past my tower into turbid clouds.

Petrified I was but enthralled along

By the moonlit sky I could fly through.

I voyaged beyond the seven seas,

Saw lands in daylight with pastures green,

Then hovered over mauve deserts in dusk ,

And swayed along the snow-clad peaks,

That shimmered under divine moonlight.

"Let me take you further", whispered the giant,

And it took me through blinking frames,

That flew past me at great shutter speed.

A babbling infant, melodious reflections 

And how hope had survived inside me

When I grew up to be this perturbed lady.

Granny's laughter, Mommy's smiles,

Enchanting moments, unhindered faith.

My life mirrored stirred emotions.

And just when it seemed over

The giant slowed the shutter speed.

Out burst a light of interstellar galaxy,

Celestial marvels of revolving universes

Frames of my past forgotten lives

And of the glorious future births

In lives that belonged to other worlds

Got swallowed into black holes.

Civilizations that had survived

Through faith and love, courage undeterred.

A yellowed paper addressed for me

Appeared toward my joyous heart 

As the shutter speed increased again

Dissolving all into cosmic blackness.

"You didn't tell me you could time travel,

Was it at the speed of light?", I asked.

"I simply adjusted my shutter speed",

The giant winked as I bade farewell.

**********************

'Oh what a twisted dream', I'd dozed off,

I woke up, bewitched and looked outside

The Airbus still looked lethargic at a standstill

I smiled to resume work post my duty break

Until I felt the yellowed paper with my name

Gliding and cold along my fingers intact,

"Goodness gracious! Was it a dream!"

Or a reverie coming to life at last".

The Yellowed Potholder

Oh wait dear tiny black grumpy termite

Listen to my forgotten yellowed tale

Before you ruin my faded crease with a bite

How this perky white became so pale

Little Tommy had been to a huge fete

To taste rubbery sugar candies in red

He'd got 5 coins to savour a full plate

Candy stall blinked in golden ahead

Just then he heard a man say out loud

"Perky white potholders for just 5 coins

From burning heat thy hands they cloud

Fingertips to wrist to where elbow joins"

Tommy thought of his darling mother

Who cooked yummy sweet pies to him

And hid one blistered hand with the other

A child aged 6 weighed his choices so dim

So he bought me off for his dear mother

She loved my warmth on snowy nights

I lived long enough for her than any other

Yellowed, proud, I don't fear your bites.

I Am

      I am 

An explorer of truths shielded by mysteries

      A warrior in battles fought inside hearts

A muse that reveals itself on weary nights

      A midsummer dream wrapped up in a Winter warmth

An old soul nourished by the poetry I breathe

      A Jazz song composed of a legendary story

A bittersweet wine growing darker with age

      A philosopher of frequencies unexplored by the world

A solitary pilgrim on a perpetual journey

      A mystery with the womanhood I possess

A poet of contradictory multitudes echoed

      A wave that lives yet surpasses memories 

A leaf that grows and withers in nostalgia

      A night of eternity with the man I love

A protector with the people I seem to have lost

      A novice who forgets the existence of herself

A wisdom that developed from the experienced mistakes

      A storyteller who controls the flights in the skies

A rhythm of songs hummed with sprinkled whispers

      An adventurous human but also a daughter and a wife 

A universe that exists inside and beyond me

      A dream that I live in every molecule of mine

I live, I die, I am born, I remain

  I am

*This one marks the 100th post on my blog*

The Humble Abode

Mama says this is where
  I was born on a stormy night
    the benignant horn was where
      she'd paused to breathe and reside

         The bounteous hollow took her in
           and echoed my cries and coos
             spiralling down the springs
               to protect me as if I were Zeus

                   I slide along the spirals
                    to quench my itching thirst
                      a joyous melody in the hollow
                        and palatable unceasing food

                          When it rains we glide to be dry
                             it shields us from the biting frost
                               when it snows and humans sing
                                 of the ballads of festive days

                                   At nights I crawl and climb
                                    to the window of that horn
                                    and watch the lavender starry sky
                                   she recites stories of distant worlds

                                 Sweet symphonies of chirping birds
                                wake me up on fragrant mornings
                               at times I step outside the door
                             to wander in some nearby forest

                         "Do you stay inside that cornucopia?"
                        A giant cub questioned me one day
                      I looked at Mama with my little black eyes
                   and wished to know the same

               "Honey, this is our humble dwelling
              that nurtures us, protects us, loves us
            as if this was the great destiny
          of a humble horn of spirals

       This is our door to a beautiful heaven
     with aromatic clouds and winged doors
  this will be the blissful abode of tiny beetles
who lived happily in a divine cornucopia."

Silence

It was neither empty nor hollow

Why was it named thus I never knew

Enchanting midnights 

Hopeful dreams

Unspoken solace

Hushed screams

Haunting fears 

Lost places

Unremoved scars

Undefeated battles

Nostalgic innocence

Regained spirit

Undying faith

Lonely victories

Joyous defeats

Whispered lullabies

Cocooned love

Saw everything

Remained with everyone

Who named it silence?