Waiting in the Wings

I've been understudy too long
Even though you assure me
I'm leading lady, for you, always...

Do I take you at face-value?
Or perhaps read between the lines
Of your facetious compliment?

Compliment, it is, I presume.
I've lived the role, you know;
Once too often.

Messed up, sure, sometimes
But never the scripted ones.
Only when I tried to improvise. 

That should, perhaps, tell us a story.
Are we too written in?
Ready to be written off?

Or shall I ever, but always
Watch her rule the hearts
Of those who hang on her every nuance?

While I am waiting in the wings?

18 May 2013
Pic Courtesy Google Image Search :)

Marble in a Bottle

I'm that glass marble
You loved to play with
Kept me polished you did
And loved me true!

I took all those knocks
When you played
Fierce and focussed
With nary a thought
But the win!

Kicked in dirt,
Slammed, and shot
Still, the shine stayed on
Still, I played
Rather, you played me...

You soft caress
Almost unthinkingly teasing
A careless toss
Jingling and tingling
Oh! How I lived for it!

Till today, when, yet again
You played me.
I stayed true
But the shot was off
And a sliver was lost...
As was the game!

Still I stayed
Because you just
Couldn't leave
Me.
Who knew, would another
Play me?

Scarred, am I?
Inviolate, I thought.
It would seem, so did you.

And so I'm kept safe
Rattling around
Looking on, yearning ever
Looking at you
Playing prettier ones...

Too bad, the bottle was made of glass. 

7 May, 2013
Online. I meant to write something else. Funny how you never get to choose  :D

Limitless, Shail's Sky :)

Shail Mohan's Photograph on her Blog, Shots and Captures. Click on picture to  go to the blog :)

The Sky is an ocean too ...
Dying to be, more ....
Like the seas,
Sometimes blue,
Or is it emrald
A touch of stormy grey?

It has no waves, sadly
And yearns so much ...
And then on wings of wishes
They come;

White, cottony, frothy
Selfsame, those waves...
And lap the edges of that
Nothingness, which remains

Quiescent, waiting.

Gently around the edges
Slowly spreading out...
So that, soon, it shall be
Blue no more ...

26 April, 2013
Online, after yearning, here too :)
And thank you Shail, for the endless prompts you give this writing challenged rambler :) by way of your wonderful photographs!

Aspire

Shail Mohan's Photograph on her blog

My tendrils twirling tenaciously
Time on my side...
Tiny, yet strong
Fresh and Eager.
I aspire.
Don't you want to?

10 April, 2013
Online, Inspired  :)

Note: Inspired entirely by this post from Shail Mohan's entrancing photograph. And titled similarly, in supplication of her awesome captioning skills :)

Shail, this one's for you :)

Second Chances

If you've ever been told
Winning isn't everything,
Winner or not,
You'd have probably scowled :D

So where does winning take you?
To fame? Throw you up to gut screeching joy?
Or gloat and brag and preen?
Perhaps line your purse
Or maybe help you hitch that ride onward?

I know the best thing about it
(Errrm... not winning ie)
Is you get another shot at it.. :)
You're lucky, you know
You get to do it differently.
You get to say things you never would have.
You get to find yourself.

Yes, winning is good.
But if you don't, maybe
You'll get that other chance.
And boy! Second Chances matter.

Go on, and take that chance.
Believe. It's a miracle waiting to happen :)

8 April, 2013, online
Sashu's Update on FB, which read: "Always, always believe in second chances. It could be the best thing you'd ever do - for others as well as for yourself. :)" is the reason for this ramble :)
 

Clichés

To the rapt fifty, that day
(Or was it forty-eight?)
I ranted. 

When I rant
They need to be rapt!
Or else... :P
The ogre, you see, is at work!

I, as usual, on my soapbox-
About clichés -
In speeches, in essays
In letters, in e-mails
They'd need to write
For me to evaluate. 

Class Eight.
Writing tasks :D
Now you'd be a-thinking-
This here lady's really
Got a nut loose.
Clichés, and Class Eight?

Well, yes. I did.
They listened. They giggled.
I swear I even heard some snorting too! :P
In the next fifteen minutes
I had to be done. Just in time I did.
They were saved, by the bell! :P

And so, I forgot, as I suppose, they did too. 

Till.
Ta-da! Surprise!
Exams time, and papers galore
(That, incidentally, is where I'm at :P )
Some neat, some spidery
Some short, some too darned lengthy!
Some diatribes, some earnest
Some irreverent, some irascible 

And some - God help me!
To wake me from the stupor
of the overdose of the work-
For, I spy ...

Cliché.! I jump. I cheer.
I look again. Ooooh yes!
Right along there - c l i c h e’
That dashing tiny accent too, to boot!
I have never been more blessed! :P

Never mind that the child wrote:
I quote:
"It's a cliché to say speeches like this"
Unquote
About the topic; and put me well in my place!
I do this fist pumping grunt of satisfaction.
I accept that criticism.
And I do that clichéd thingy.

I write a ramble.
This a-way.

Clichés are good.

23 March, 2013.
A 'eureka' moment :D

Pic: Courtesy Google Image Search :)