packets of love

with a glimmer of passionwith a sweet wish in her heartnearer to him, she moves,softly whispering into his ears
“this isn’t a poemabout dinosaur bonesor bones buried against claybut this is my map of youloving warm and gentlewhich no degrees of separationcan take away”
all the while feeling him-his pockets, for that matter.barely listening to herbut knowing [...]

playing for pleasing the moon

sprinkled into vast darkness stars peep out, dusting themselves from the dirt of the universe squeaky clean, they proudly preenin front of the moon wanting to please hersome even dare to press into herfew twinkling stars tinklingly taper,playing around her in the night
when her rugged surface scratches their smooth faces the stars tumble [...]

guts wrench out in the open making a spectacle for all

I believe that at times one just needs to write about love, irrespective of everything. I don’t know where it came from but it just did….
not knowing how to flaunt my passioni flounder at showing it to youif you only gave me a chancethe gates would open up wrenching us bothhow do I tell you [...]

symmetry in poetry or what?

fl..ut……te………ri………..ng
leaves of my journal
wh…..is……..per
softly to each other
the
sec……rets i poured
into
them.
st…ai……ns of my sweat &
s..m…..u…….d………g………..e………….s
of my tears unquestionably underlinemy faith in …………………po………………….. wer
of words
when I touch a tiny hair of eyelash in between the pages,I marvel at the symmetry
“isn’t ……….nature ………………….. in ………………………..itself …………………………………a
miracle of
………………..cr…………………..ea………………………ti………………………..on?”

all in a days work

i pick my mails from my old homeshocked to see a few of my chequeswith expiry dates. no wonderi was short on the financesblaming recession, for my faulti forgot to send out mailsfor change of addressno, my money is not lostrevalidation of the cheques wouldtake care of all that but certainly not morealas, i [...]

book of myth or reality?

when i got to the book of myths,i hesitated as i was scared to open itmy utmost fear being it might be truer than what i had envisaged till datestill i had to open iti loaded the cameraput on the awkward maskwith rubberised glovesi flipped it open
a sweet smell hit my nose almost gagging me [...]

Monday Poetry Train Revisited

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All those who missed poetry train and all those who did not know a thing about it, are welcome to post at Monday Poetry Train Revisited on Mondays and thereafter. Mind you, it does not have a prompt as such. It only concerns writing…poetry, prose poetry or anything [...]

mundane meanderings

sorting through laundryshe set about ironing outthose crinkles, singing softlykeeping in tune withbeethovan wafting outfrom the next room
her fingers itched to playyet her hand smoothened outwrinkles out of clothescreating more in her mind.distractions of mundane choresdid nothing for her frustration
“bawling of her infant broughtabout an instant smile-her face glowing like thousands of lights”

I knew instantly…..

When I came across Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnay in the book blogs I visit, I knew instantly that I have to read it. I tried to find in the bookstores I visit often but couldn’t. When I requested a copy from the author, her publicist was kind enough to send me one. I [...]

one fourth of a poem

vague movement of the enemyregisters only whensplintered bodies flyshattering lives