Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Zombie

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.




It's a place where the cries of the agonised
Are drowned in the perfect harmony of artificial beauty.
It's a bedlam of emotions, selfish beyond doubt,
Devoid of love, except love for money,
Devoid of hope, except hope for success,
Devoid of philanthropy, except when it's for self-benefaction.
It's a place where relations are measured in numbers.
It's a mirage of perfection, where reality is smothered by the ever evolving art of pretension.
Because beneath the perfectly chiseled face of the human race,
Lies the grotesque contorted form of a zombie.


This last one goes out to the human race in a hope that we will change...

That is all folks! One month of poetry. Hope you had a joyful read. See you next April! :)

Sunday, 28 April 2013

Yet

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.








Take
For granted
that which isn't
Haven't lost all, though,
Yet


I was inspired to write this Elfje by reading one written by Zainab, a fellow A-Zer. I had actually written three stanzas but decided to post only one beacuse the poem sounded similar to what i'll be posting tomorrow for Z.
Enjoy reading!
P.S. One more day to go! :)

Saturday, 27 April 2013

Xeric

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post
Desert Leader


Such is the dearth
of compassion.
And such the opulence
of alienation
we live amidst,
that a flourishing town
Appears sparse
to one who has lost 
all; or to the one
who only
needs some water.
But there is a drought
you see,
of empathy.
The doors are bolted
and faces masked.
For safety
you see,
Respect our privacy.
Get back some other day,
busy as we are today.
There is an emergency
you see,
Such is our ignominy.

People people everywhere,
But not a soul in sight.


After a lot of thought regarding the right 'X' word, I chose Xeric. The dictionary meaning of Xeric is 'containing very little moisture, or dry'. In my poem however I have attempted to modify the meaning to 'lack of love and compassion,' which is the same thing as dry but not due to dearth of water but due to absence of humanity...


Friday, 26 April 2013

Wake up

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.
I love the Light & I dig the Sun


Wake up from your stupor.
The one you walk in all day.
The one that compels you to ignore,
Beauty you encounter on your way.

Wake up from your stupor.
The one you sleep in all night.
The one that forces you to forget,
Your revolutionary dreams in broad daylight.

Wake up from you stupor.
The one you live in all your lifespan.
The one that makes you a zombie,
Driven by a thirst of fame and fortune.

Wake up from your stupor.
The one in which you might die.
The one that makes you look alive
Even though you're all dead inside. 

Open your eyes to the world outside...


Thursday, 25 April 2013

Vengeance

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.

All about Flickr titles, text, tags, and views



Ah! Sweet vengeance,

Innocuously addictive.
Though it doesn't change the face,
poisons the heart and veins.

Ah! Sweet vengeance,
The sugary toxin.
Though it spreads through the crowd,
pollutes the doers' own haven.

Ah! Sweet vengeance,
The double edged sword.
Though it cuts the victim,
bleeds the culprit's heart.


Vengeance: the beginning of the end...

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Ubiquitous

I'm doing poetry this month in case you missed the first post.

The Galaxy of Stars





The glowing orb sinks
Leaving behind an opalescent sky
Robbed of our sight in a blink
As the night drowns in ubiquitous black.

A subtle quiet descends
Punctuated with an owl's hoot
Sentient of the wind and it's whispers
As sounds are swallowed by the ubiquitous quietude.

Doors are shut
Windows locked
Escape from reality.
As stars dance in ubiquitous solitude.

Star-gazing. It's magical...

Monday, 22 April 2013

Trust

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.

Generally I tend to leave my poetry open to interpretation. I'm surprised by the diverse meanings people derive out of the same few words. This poem, however, was written for a purpose. 
In my country the future career choices of the students is still heavily guided influenced by their parents. Students are pressurised to take up sciences after grade ten. Those who choose commerce or arts or any other field for that matter are looked down upon by the society. To non-Indian readers this concept might sound alien and though I can't say that I myself have experienced it-my family has always respected my decisions- I have felt the tremors of this quake through my peers. 
The bottom line is, this is not a lash-out against family, it is something that I have witnessed around me and hence should not be taken any other way. 
Have a good day! :)

Shakespeare had it right after all,
The world is a stage,
And all the 'children' actors,
Merely puppets
Of the true directors
They, who don't
Pay us in money
But in love and hope
And sanctuary
Make us sign
A bond without reading
And we became a slave
To their heeding
We can't do but comply
For they hold our strings
Not with their hands or mind
But with the all too expected cry
'we gave you the love, the hope, the joys,
Now it's your turn to comply'
And we bound in shackles
Of love and hope
A prisoner of trust
Never free to go...

The trust is astounding
The belief, unbelievable
We are but in debt
To dare unforgivable
For it is they who brought us to life
And hence they,
Who have a right to decide
Our goals, our aims,
Our fate, our life,
And we bound in shackles of love and hope
A prisoner of trust
Never free to go
A prisoner of trust
Never free to go...

A solitary soliloquy

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post. 

woodland bridge


A lone figure on a despondent path
Strewn with dead leaves and twigs and an uncertainty that lasts.
A tiny traveller on a grief struck road
Adorned with specs of hate and denial as loneliness holds.

The little guy looks for the fingers he held,
And the shoulders that always carried him well.
But all he sees is a despondent path,
Strewn with dead leaves and twigs and an uncertainty that lasts.

A dying hope in his faltering heart,
For a better tomorrow, a fresh start.
But all there is is a despondent path,
Strewn with dead leaves and twigs and an uncertainty that lasts.

The solitary figure hesitates to walk,
The future sealed with a deadly lock.
As he limps on a despondent path,
Strewn with dead leaves and twigs and an uncertainty that lasts...

Until the alarm brings him back
To his own older and lonely self
As the dream ends and a tangible nightmare begins,
Abandoned on a despondent path,
Strewn with dead leaves and twigs and an uncertainty that lasts.

Some words write themselves, my fingers are only the conduit.

Saturday, 20 April 2013

Remember to forget

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.

Remember to forget,
The face that made life hell.
Reminisce about the good times instead,
Don't end up hiding in a shell.

Remember to forget,
The words that stung more than acid.
Relive the beautiful moments instead.
Don't let your heart turn rancid.

Remember to forget,
The deeds that shattered your trust.
Focus on the good ones instead,
Don't let your faith turn to dust.

Remember to forget,
The face, the words, the deeds.
So the one's worth remembering,
Aren't forgotten so easily...

This is the first poem I have ever 'edited'. Have a good day! :)

Friday, 19 April 2013

A quatrain

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.


Bathed in a howling wailing quiet,
no sound in an eternally dark moonlit night.
Neither the chipper of birds, nor an estranged call,
no need to speak, the silence says all...

When less is more...

Thursday, 18 April 2013

Potion

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.



A stalk or two of budding love
A twig of faith, a petal from the eternal flower of hope.
Add the roots of the family tree,
And a memory or two from the memory lane.
A bit of insanity, a cup of sane,
A dollop of honey, 
(HONEY not Money).
Add spice to taste,
And to ward of hate. 
Mix it all in a cauldron of forgiveness,
That my friend, is the potion of happiness.

Smile and make the world a happy place...

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Oblivious

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.


Double Helix

Waiting to reach the light.


A group of people
take their grievance
and barge into the police station.
Pour out their heart 
to a deaf man with ears
and wait for the rebuttal that is always there.
Alas! Says the officer
but my hands are tied
and shoos away the crowd
their moral rights denied.
The simpletons rush higher up
the 'power' ladder. Find themselves
faced with another obstacle.
Alas! Says the magistrate.
Busy today, fix a later date.
The grieved throng toward
the minister's gate
hoping against hope 
their votes would help them today.
Alas! Says the minister
is this the way? Then to his sub-ordinates:
these people are very sinister
lock them up
these threat to peace
and announce of a job well done
of suppressing the storm before it begun.
And the innocent 
are locked behind bars
as the culprits accept national awards.

I don't usually write about politics. This is the first one. 

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Numb

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.
(sorry, putting this up last minute so no particular image for today)


Sitting and staring, at everything and nothing.
Detached, a passive storm burgeoning.
The open book with letters and numbers.
Just black spots on a sheet of papyrus.
Waiting and watching in a solitary haze.
Eyes blank, an empty gaze.
Pondering over the reasons for an existence.
Fate's big plan for your sustenance. 
Prodding with a stick, your own dead heart.
A slight movement, a beat, a start.


When you don't know what to feel. Completely numb...


I have been nominated for the Liebster blog yet again. This time by the poetic Julia Chiang at A Dose of Jules. (check out her poetry. It's awesome!)


  1. What's your favorite book?  Difficult to choose. There are so many!
  2. What is your favorite song right now and why?  I listen to anything as long as the lyrics make sense
  3. Is there one thing that you can't live without?  Oxygen...(duh? ;p)
  4. What's your favorite color? Any shade of blue 
  5. What is the greatest lesson you have learned thus far? That there are always more lessons to be learnt
  6. Of the people you know, who possess a quality that you most admire and what is it? My dad. Can't pinpoint "one" quality. :)
  7. Do you sleep on the right side, left side or smack dab in the middle of your bed? -
  8. What's your hidden talent? Writing, I guess.
  9. What's a topic you wish people would just come out and talk about?  Well, I love debates so as long as the topic has pros and cons, I'm good to go.
  10. What is your current obsession? My biology textbook. *sigh* exams...
  11. Where would you like to be right now? I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. 

Since I have already been tagged for this award before (twice!) I won't be nominating any bloggers today. In fact let's shake things up a bit. Whoever comments on this post would automatically be awarded the...er..award.
You can go here for the eleven questions and the other odds and ends.
Spread the blogging love! 

Monday, 15 April 2013

Memories

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.


The heavy downpour and the setting sun.
When forgiving and forgetting are easier said than done.
What do you do,
When all you have left are memories?

The easy banter and the salty quarrels.
When everyday's riddled with epiphanies of betrayal.
How do you act,
When all you have left are memories?

The playground swing and the coffee shop.
When the past is resurrected by even detour stops.
Where do you go,
When all you have left are memories?

When do you stop looking back,
And towards a future bleak?
When memories are all you have,
For you to throw or keep?


Saturday, 13 April 2013

Life

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.

Metallic ballpen tips / biro Ballpen Ballpoint pen in silver with handwritten random blue text on quad-ruled paper



Dear troubled,
I'm not being hard on you,
It's a test you'll have to face
Like all the people on earth do.
I'll put joys and sorrows on your way
But in the end it's all up to you,
Whether you make or break your day.
Don't tell me to be soft on you
It's something completely out of my hand.
Don't worry it's all just a phase
For now all you have are sorrows
But happiness will soon be on it's way!
Why are you giving up so fast?
Is that all the courage you got?
Forgive, forget, move on
You are going to miss the time that is gone
You see trouble is my way of doing things,
It's just the way I work
Hardship is like a song I sing
So don't you get all worked up.
There will be days when you think you can't survive,
Days when you will wish to die,
On those days please be reassured,
At any instance happiness can knock your door.
And if you are still unable get me
Then just get this straight.
I am a gift with no guarantee
You never know when you will see the last of me
So enjoy the time you get,
Live without regret
Live without worries, be happy, be safe....
With love,
Life...

This was written way back in 2009. A letter for those who think life's been hard on them. Get up, dust yourself and start over...

Thursday, 11 April 2013

Kismet

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.

Converging Footsteps: My Father and Stepmother


You're rich, you're poor,
You're dark, you're fair.
You fail, you succeed,
You follow, you lead.
You blame kismet
for your loss
and laud yourself
when you win the toss.
You pray when you're sad,
and forget when you're glad.
It's all kismet, you say,
to keep your faults at bay.
It is all kismet.
Yes believe.
But have the audacity
to perceive
that you have the power
to change your destiny.


Written after completely hitting a wall today. This is getting harder and harder. ;)

Joy

I'm doing poetry this month in case you missed the first post. 
Happy Pasta free creative commons



It's when you laugh long after the joke is over,
When across your face a perpetual smile hovers
Reminiscing about a memory sweet,
a day with people you'd love to meet
again; a smile that starts with your eyes,
and one that doesn't die,
even after the sun goes down
and darkness creeps over your little town.

It's when you catch yourself staring at infinity
mind drifting away from your 'perfect' city
to a place that once was home sweet home
a town that you wanted to escape from
but are still haunted by memories 
that beg your return.

The words took an unexpected turn at the end of the first stanza. Truth be told joy given by our own is greater than any joy in this world.

Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Inspire and a blog award.

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.

Tulip Time - Open your Heart

Give wings to his curiosity,
Don't label his questions
As stupidity.
Let him fly
Don't trample his imagination
with your cry
of logic.
Ignite the spark within him,
Enthuse,
Infuse
Inspire.


The lovely Fida at A poetic spirit named Fida tagged me for the Liebster Award. Thank you Fida.
Since I have already been tagged for this award, you can go here for the eleven questions and the other odds and ends.
Here are the wonderful people to whom I'm passing this award.
Zainab at Metamorphosis
Haley at Haley's comic
Congratulations guys!

Hollow

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post. 

Masquerade
Credit- Aidan Morgan

You see a shape,
The semblance of being.
A shell
That is all.

You hear a voice, 
The drone of expected thoughts.
A tape,
That is all.

You feel emotions,
The curve of strawberry lips,
A mask,
That is all.

Break open the shell,
The tape, the mask and you'll find,
Emptiness.
That is all.

A race that is close to losing its identity, on the path of becoming predictable clones, pretenders...

Monday, 8 April 2013

Gems

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.

I Love October


A smile that will never brighten up the world,
a child that will never in a pink frock twirl.
Because she will never open her eyes 
to this world brimming with immortal cries
of superiority, discrimination,
male chauvinism.
She would never feel the summer sun,
or dance in the sudden rain.
Because she was looked at 
with a condescending gaze.
Smothered before she could even breathe.
Suffocated by the hands that reek
of selfish love.

The son might be the apple of the eye,
But the daughter is the beat of the heart.

It is estimated that more than 10 million female fetuses have been illegally aborted in India. Researchers for the Lancet journal based in Canada and India stated that 500,000 girls were being lost annually through sex-selective abortions. 
Apologies for not getting back to you guys for the last two days. I promise I'll visit back today. :)

Saturday, 6 April 2013

Farewell

Kiss This Thing Goodbye
Credit- Neal
With dusk today, ends a chapter of our lives,
With dawn tomorrow, new dreams will rise.
We'll all fly off to unknown lands,
Leaving our footprints in the sand.
We'll all go off, someplace, somwhere,
With nothing but memories of a time spent here.
And today I bid adieu with a hope in my heart,
That we will meet again, soon after we part...
That we will meet again, soon after we part.


An excerpt from the poem written for my high school graduation this year...

Friday, 5 April 2013

Ending


I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post.
burning branches


The flame dark goldenrod,
Swallows the crumpled photograph,
As she watches,
Memories-no more...


The blare of punk,
Drowns the cacophony
Of silence, as she hears,
Voices-no more...


  Sobs and cries reign,
Happiness is history,
As she hears,
Laughter-no more...


 The sparks light up the floor,
The ceiling, the house, the self,
As she burns,
Life-no more...


It's finished.

The mind works in mysterious ways but the wanderings of the heart are a pure enigma...

Thursday, 4 April 2013

Daddy

Daring to go...

That one person who's always there.
The one man who never fears.
That one personality you admire.
The one man who inspires.
Dad.

The one who wipes away the tears.
The one who really cares.
The one who picks you up when you fall.
The one who who'll always pick up your call.
Dad.

The one who is always in the background.
The one who works without a sound.
The one who is the first one to forgive.
The one who makes life worth it.
Dad.



I will brace a dozen tides,

If I have you by my side
I will cross the seven seas,
If daddy, you are with me.
This one's for you Abba.

Note: Still pondering over poetry with letters G, I and K. If you want to read a poem on a specific topic starting with these letters, drop a line in the comments below. Much appreciated.

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Character

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post* (see note at the end)

Violet Mirrored Illusion by Phil Manker



Is it the truth,
Or something the society wants to believe? 
Is it philanthropy, 
Or something done to appear good? 
Is it honesty, 
Or an attempt to pretend? 
Is it emotion, 
Or a response dictated by the general trend? 
Is it character, 
Or a facade, something we can't comprehend?

Questions... Just questions.

Note: I'm still pondering over poems with the letters G, I and K. If you would like to read one about a specific topic for these letters please drop a word in the comments below.
Thanks.
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