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Sunday, April 30, 2023

A little fuss

This poem that I share here was written in the week gone by. The prompt words were sweaty, sunny and ice. And I attempted rhyming style. 

The poem is developed around a simple summer scene. Nothing intricate or complex. And this was the underlying theme. As the poem progresses, the summer scene gives way to romance. And that is the main highlight. That love is nothing intricate or complex. At times it is just two people connecting and bonding, spending quality time. It's not about getting dressed to nines. At least not everytime. Sometimes its just a hurried get together in a crowded food court. Love is simple. And there is but a little fuss involved. 

The poem is titled : A LITTLE FUSS


It was a sweltering sunday
of a very summery sunny may. 
And the tiny bachelorette pad, 
craved for some broom, brush and swab.
From the hideout, laundry stared back, 
sweaty, stinky me soaked the stack. 
Chores done, then to pamper yours truly, 
a little scrub, rub, tone and moisturize duly. 
Date with you, it just slipped my mind.
A leisurely siesta... Oh! I unwind. 
Your call woke me up and look how
You're already at the venue and I start now. 
I jog, trot, hop all the way to food court. 
A little breathless, but finally I report. 
The next few hours, 'twas just you and me,
bonding over a chilled cola and iced tea. 
And by the time, we said our goodbyes, 
the noon sun mellowed, sidewards in skies. 
I guess we left behind little parts of us, 
tiny bits of our hearts, to create a little fuss.

Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 

Friday, March 13, 2020

Travelling together

Terribly Tiny Tales is collaborating with Mahindra XUV500 and celebrating the love for the road, and for long trips filled with exploring and adventure.

They had sought about 140 characters. For this collaboration.

And here's my version:

One long drive,
an expedition beyond defaults,
winding circuits,
unwinding souls,
zillion experiences,
euphoric high,
souvenirs in heart.

Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

The Blue Moon

They were breathless by the time they reached the hilltop. A humid 31st night of July was definitely not an ideal time to run and hike. But it was "the Blue Moon" night. The legend held that the couples who watched the Blue moon's light bath the tombstones with love were blessed with a "happy everafter" for seven lifetimes. Barely in kindergarten, they did not know how long a lifetime was. What excited them was the prospect of a very long time together. So, they waited while the moon left the tombstones awash with the promise of an endless love. Sempiternal love resting in background, he sealed his date with a little peck on her cheek and whispers of 31st January, 2018 in her ears. She giggled her yes. Hand in hand, they retraced their steps on grassy mound while the Blue moon smiled at them.

This week's photo prompt is provided by Louise with “The Storyteller's Abode.” 

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Date with my quill

From the recycled quire,
Fresh, clammy, and
Heady with
Wood and bleach,
A blank A4 sheet
Posed au naturel,
Shivered slightly,
Restive, yet patient.
Teasing caresses
Of my quill,
Pregnant pause,
Brazen coquet,
Relenting gradually.
The osculations left
An indelible inky-blue trail.