Saturday, August 31, 2013

Haiku - Lonesome

Damp winds ruffle my soul.
A rainy august evening snatched her away,
Forever. Cold clammy fathoms stare.

Monday, August 26, 2013

The prey

“Let me bag a turkey
And then,
I promise we’ll leave”.
The minutes ticked away,
The crowds thinned.
The turkey eluded.
Despite incessant attempts.
At last, he gave up.
Had to give up.
They were about to shut for the night.
Or whatever slices remained of it.
Their footsteps echoed in the parking.
She hustled close to him,
Clinging on to his arm like a lifeline.
Scared of some unseen, unknown waif,
Lurking in the lonely, isolated car park.
Scared of two green eyes,
Blinking in some crevice,
Watching their steps,
Waiting to hunt.
The newspapers were screaming precautions.
To avoid wee hours of morning
Waning hours of night,
Lonely lanes, abandoned areas
So on, so forth.
“ Take it easy honey”.
He comforted her.
Maybe he was still contemplating
That elusive turkey.
She hoped she had
Her pepper spray handy.
A puma bag on her desk
Some twenty kilometers away was er….
Focus. Breathe. Brave.
The car took eternity
To spring to life
Another eternity
Maneuvering turns for exit.
Back to lights and life
Of metropolitan road
Glistening in rainy days.
She breathed.
But perhaps a little too soon.
The hunter was still on prowl.

‘twas night still ...

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Hard came the fall

One little bird
Two little necks;
One little stomach
Two little pecks;
One found nectar,
Drank it all;
The other sought venom
In greedy call;
In went the beak,
Hard came the fall.

Saturday, August 17, 2013


Granny often sat
By the small window
What I thought was
Just a lonesome bunch,
Now green, now graying,
Now glistening with raindrops,
She, however,

Life dancing in every single leaf.

Picture courtesy Trifextra - Trifecta Writing Challenge

Tuesday, August 13, 2013


The innocent babbling
Some that I can comprehend
Some that I fail to grasp;
Tiny little hands
Falling in
A comforting grasp;
The infectious smile
That holds me captive;
The naïve games
Those keep us involved;
And his antics
Keeping us on toes;
The learning to speak,
To walk, play, read and color;
The learning to live;
The curious eyes
Following us through;
The curiosity
To see him evolve;
The urge to grasp in
More hours, minutes and seconds;
For days fall seemingly short
And no time is ever enough,

To bask in blessed company of a child.

Linking with Trifecta: Week Ninety

Friday, August 9, 2013

Cutting t(r)ooth

His first smile,
His first murmur,
His tiny feet
Measuring the corridor
In baby-steps,
His cutting tooth,
Pre-nursery school,
Bedtime stories,
I feel it was yesterday.
He is 7 now.
And growing fast.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Abstract answer to abstract question

Your silence
Your argument;
Putting into words
The tender,
Weak and fragile
Speak it does
Loud and clear;
The unheard
Yet seen and felt;
No, you don’t hate me.
You lied to me the other day.
Words, you could fake;
Words, I could believe;
For this silence,
I know you were lying
I relish
Knowing this;
Am almost
In my
Secret serendipity;
Whatever it is
That you feel
Whatever it is
That we share
It borders
On what they call
The essence of living;
It gives me
Reason to


Friday, August 2, 2013


A dance of shadows;
Momentary flickers
The backstage;
The characters
In and out
Of plot
The right time;
The story

The applause.