Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Unsaid

Mute undercurrents,
oft underestimated,
until the tides rise.

Evolution

The missing alphabet.
Can you spot it?
Give it a strong trial.
Another one, may be.
Keep trying until you wear out.
Perchance, it foregathers.
Such an inconsequential search!
Isn’t it?
When the sentences,
are complete in themselves;
when what you are writing,
is making sense;
when script is comprehensive,
inclusive as well;
the missing alphabet becomes irrelevant.
There are other options to fill in,
plenty of them,
the substitutes being better too, at times.
Plus when replacements waver,
remember the maxim,
necessity is the mother of all inventions,
to craft fresh concepts.
Law of survival.
Life at a glance.


Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Oratory

The occult orates,
the overt oblivion,
often off-target. 

Linking with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 

Distance

It had been a while.
We met.
And you asked me how I was doing.
A cliché question, one liner.
But the answer?
It could run in paragraphs,
if not pages.
Reluctant, hesitant, where to begin,
I too contained myself,
in a one liner:
the familiar
“Am doing fine” reply,
Anticipating that you would hear more
than what I spoke.
Like always.
Crisp covert answer
to an overt inquest.
Only, you believed me.
The ripe delicacy
with which the silence hung between us;
the superficial small talk;
the raw distance that had grown;
and the sudden,
acute and abrupt realization.

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 word challenge : Delicacy 

Friday, April 5, 2019

Oh! I wish

As this day rises,
may joys accompany you,
in your journey.
May you rejoice,
in simplest pleasures,
that surround you,
all the time.
May you find,
the beauty,
of life and of living:
in the stray leaf,
that flutters,
in the lap of gentle winds;
in the rays of early sun,
that play peek-a-boo;
in the songbird that nestles,
on the window sill,
weaving tiny twigs together;
in that wildflower spring bloom;
in the rejuvenating morning walks;
in the leisurely evening saunters;
in the exhilarating
first gush of cool breeze;
in the salvation
of clear spring water;
in the thrill
of spotting constellations
in that polka-dotted blanket of night;
in the youth of hatching eggs.
Yes! They are there,
such fragments,
such basic ingredients,
and they,
are all beautiful.
May these be your rewards
this day and ever.
Oh! I wish.


Elegance

Modish elegance,
flawless no make-up nude look,
ethnic smile adorns.

Thursday, April 4, 2019