Winter woods

Lonesome tree, withering in winters, almost dead, beneath that misty grey shroud, surviving with summer in its heart and sighing with h...

Thursday, July 24, 2014

A piece out of ordinary

She blended in the
Metro milieu,
Eerily busy,
And
Always scurrying to
Meet deadlines.
Her civilian steps scuttled
Behind the
Black-and-white.
Shoulders ached
Under the handbag.
Reaching before time,
Settled herself
In last seat of last row
Of Room 324,
To escape the
Judge's sight.
A middle aged lady,
Soundlessly
Cleaning her nails
With an all-pin,
A man filling
Soon-to-be-drained
Water-bottles,
Two others
Discussing trivia,
Yet another
Busying himself
Behind the computer,
All of them,
Living
The best day of their lives.
Then the banter faded.
All rise.
The room turned
Into
An arena
And
The battle
For truth
Began.

Linking with 100 word song: American Authors: Best day of our lives

Linking with Velvet Verbosity: 100 words: Faded

Monday, July 21, 2014

The Deficit Oftenness

The dry lands,
All caked up,
Bare patches,
Brittle and barren,
Their unbroken askant gaze,
Unrewarded,
Yellow skies unrelenting,
The clouds come and pass,
The grey tinge,
Deliberately playing
Hide and seek,
Parched throat,
Croaking hoarsely,
Not until next week.
Prayers rise.


Saturday, July 19, 2014

Bloom visits us

START

Tiny feet
Tracing the terrace
In summer-scented evenings,
The familiar hankering
Dolloped
With mother's love,
The bruises,
The scratches,
The gush of breeze
On cycle-outings,
The homework,
Done, redone and undone,
The rush of growing up
In the shade of
Pink, blue, yellow, red, green,
Yes the bloom visits
Us every holiday season.

STOP

Linking with Five Minute Friday : Bloom

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Creative capture

An advertisement made me go numb today. They have this KBC set up and a girl from north-eastern India is on the hot-seat. There's this off the television audience. They cover her family, anxious but obviously happy, the street boys who might have been whistling at her till yesterday, a brother type character and general north-east crowd in that 30-40 seconds run. Then they put across this question Kohima is part of which country? The girl goes for an audience poll. 100% say India. The host says everybody knows it. Then comes the clincher but how many feel it?
Goosebumps.

Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Whistling

The Lady in Red

The lady in red,
Walked in,
Ethereal looks,
Prettiest Valentino ensemble,
Complemented
In finesse
With
Kate Spade stilettos
And Ferragamo clutch,
The beauty
Maquillaged
Down to the cuticles
With perfection,
Gorgeous all the way,
A head-turner,
All eyes rested on her,
Sighs from
Black suits,
Suspirations
Amongst the gowns,
An admiration
She swept off
With her smile,
Silently shuddering inside,
Hiding gracefully
The trembles
Of impending debility,
Wrinkled frame
With misshapen stoop,
Frail whispers
Which would be
Barely audible,
And fading vision.
Yes!
The applause
Would die
Some day.
The yearning hearts
Would
Find
Another
Lady in red
To admire.

Linking with 100 word song: Chris De Burgh - The Lady in Red

Monday, July 14, 2014

Thwarted at bloom

Enwombed,
But
She felt the trepidations,
Of being conceived,
Of lacking
The Y chromosomes.
She wouldn’t be
Welcomed,
Not even if the APGARs
Supported her
For
The amniotic fluids had
Turned hostile.
They had
Nipped off the bud.
The flower never bloomed.


Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Obscurity

Eyes bulging
From
Yet another
Insomniac
Starlit night
Spent
In
Fairytale anticipations
And
Honey toned dreams,
Inspired
By the crooning old transistor,
Diluted
And
Deliquesced
With the
Obscurity of
Pitch dark hours.
By the first light
The aching puffy eyes
And dark circles
Scream
For the
Obscure covers
So you
Walk out
And face
The morning
In coffee-toned hues,
Countersigning
The conspiracy
Gracefully,
Making repairs
With
The glamour of
Vintage colors
Proffered generously
By
The wayfarers,
Wasting
The beauty
Of the daylight
Behind
Those dark sunglasses,
Only
To bleed again
By
The twilight.
Please,
Shroud this night
Behind the shades.


Linking with Velvet verbosity : 100 words : Transistor : It is a blog hop!!!

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Hushed

Name on tombstone
Or
Photo on wall.
Silent eulogies,
Verbalized
In daily loss.
Passive experience
Of a void,
Healing conscientiously
At its own pace.
Eventually,
Somebody will
Blow the dust off
Of the family-album
And share a story,
Or two,
Over coffee.



Saturday, July 5, 2014

Good day charm

I get off
The crowded
Daily local
After struggling
With
Bodies and bags,
Jostling my way to front,
And then hopping down
Against the
Trickling speed of wheels.
I exhale
The sweat laden
Thick salty air.
One deep breath.
At that moment,
I can/will justify
All the hoopla
Behind
The fresh evening air.
I walk back
To
My room
Coming across
Familiar faces
Primarily because,
We share the same routine.
However,
There are
No acknowledgments.
Except for
One crippled man,
Balancing on crutches,
Waving out,
And
Muttering unintelligibly.
Like a good day charm,
I wait

To cross paths with him.


Linking with Ketchup with us

Friday, July 4, 2014

Birdcall

There's a song
In my heart
But
I am scared
To
Sing it
Lest
I miss the beat,
Fall out of rhythm,
And
Distort the melody.
The lyrics
On
Tip of my tongue,
The music,
Clear and loud,
Yet the song,
Unsung.
I don't even
Assay to shake off
The fear
Of
Critique and ratings.
I am silent.
There's a song
In your heart.
And you obviously struggle
To
Hold it back.
The notes
Straining against
The chords,
The effort
Enervating,
And you,
Hidden behind
Incomprehensible
Paragraphs of routine,
Definitely tuned out.
The forest
Seemingly silent
Without
Your birdcall.
Sing.