Doodle

This has got to be one of the silliest ever in terms of rhyme, so please bear with this rambler!

When words curdle
From their easy flow
It means your thoughts scramble
From feelings that strongly blow.

So letters detached
From words, once attached
Create mayhem in meaning
(And) the rambler in confusion, wondering...

What went sour?

The words?

Or their meaning?

26 September, through to 1 October :D

Words, to Read

Words leap out
From pages
I have not read;

Seek me, reach out
Softly settling on my skin.
Lost, I jump out of it-

When they touch.

Those are pages
I cannot read.
Anymore.
Why? Because they
Read themselves out?

No, no. No, no.
More, perhaps, because
I'm afraid
Of what it might
Take to read.

The undercurrents would
Drag me, drown me.

I shall be lost. Lost.
To Them.
I am already lost
With Them;
Just knowing they are there. 

What it would do-
Knowing Them
Is the risk I cannot take.

They're the fallen leaves.
On the road I cannot take.  

27 August, 2014
One of those "Class" writes. :)

So, today ...

... bang in the middle of the day
I wait for those words, lurking
Just there. Just there.
Where I cannot reach.

They came, with the waking moment.
That moment, when you are, and you aren't.
That moment, when clarity strikes.
And fuzzy warmth of slow recognition
Mists over.

I reached out. Too late...
Like petulant children, they shied away.
That moment is when they wanted me.
Not two ticks later.

So here, in the middle of the day
I sit. I yearn. I plead. I know though
They won't surface now.
I also know when they will. :)

Not now. But at that moment,
When I turn away, peeking like those
Perky persistently playful creatures they are.
Not words. Not anymore.

They've grown beyond that
Into a yearning. Into a secret pleasure.

I don't know the story yet.
Or the ending.
All I have, are these tingles
These feathery-touch-me-softly promises
From them.

They'll come.
They'd better.

... They ought to.

They will, won't they?

14 February, 2013

Google images brought me to this pic. ... from this place:
http://clairemca.wordpress.com/2012/05/07/a-love-of-words-and-music/
The picture belongs to its creator there.

Implosion

Why is it that the heavy heart
Never slows down, despite my willing it?
Why does that indefinable, infinitesimal
Infernal lump in my throat still allow me to breathe?
Why, even when I drown in self inflicted silence,
Do words impinge, float, escape, and express themselves?
Even as my heart, my soul curl themselves back
Into the fetal form, closing themselves
Turning inward, why do I still go on
And move, and find myself open
Vulnerable

Why cannot I let that period define
And close a labouring life?
Curl my whole self, tightly
Airlessly, compacting myself
Implode, to that zing.

Pulling the plug, within.

26 April, 2012

My Most Beautiful Thing

In the mosaic of existence
Try as I might, I cannot
Pick a speck - for each
Is intertwined

There is bliss
Pure, uncontested;
Revelling in a moment
Lived well;
Finding harmony-
Rarer than a four-leaf clover-
That chances upon you
Unawares
Elusive, in a blink

That bliss-
Drenching in a sudden shower
A stolen kiss
Revelling -
In the joy of mischief played
In the innocence of the victory then
The harmony
Of a silence, a fierce warm hug

The most beautiful thing is
Being given that chance-

To celebrate Life.

24 April, 2012

This is part of my contribution for My Most Beautiful Thing, the Blogsplash where bloggers all over are participating, sharing their moments, pictures, writes, feelings, on this topic. It has been inspired by Fiona Robyn's book "The Most Beautiful Thing", which is available on Kindle, for free, today! This page on Facebook,  gives you details, and lots of posts on beautiful things, to read and rejoice in!

24 April, 2012

Merging - Haiku

Would that I could be

A silhouette on your soul

Friends beyond sunsets!

1 March, 2012

On a prompt from Shail Mohan, in her reply on her beautiful post :)

Picture, Copyright,  Shail Mohan

Worded

A piquant thought nudges me-
As to
Why words topple into me
When the clocks tick midnightwards.
Perhaps they’re tired of hanging out of reach
And think I might just not notice
As they slither down the thought strings?
And so with eyes dry drowned in midnight oil
I grab them, before they squirm out of reach!
Only to array them before me
And wonder, suddenly, where all the magic did go

I should have left them be.
Sigh.

28 February, 2012

Quest(ion)ing

I work with words

Work around them

Turn them inside out,

Sometimes invert them

Within themselves...

Split each one, tear limb from limb

And share their screaming silences

Or their silent laughter

With innocence writ large in confounded

faces

Sometimes, again, with blasé bored shut down faces. 

Sometimes, I see them dancing, hanging playfully

Below the ceiling, creeping in through windows

Where a stray eye streaks out to escape the 

Stifling metaphor that coagulates her brain...

And at question time, I wonder at the looks:

Ask, and eyes vacantly hunt upwards, 

Seeking the selfsame words I tried to give them

Only they indifferently ignored them... :)

And now, I see them, there, tantalizingly hovering

Playing hide and seek, as the questing eyes

Cast upwards...

Quest(ion)ing...

How I love that about them!

31 January, 2012

(Live in Class today :))

Adrift

Misty morning 

Mooring undone 

I drift. 

Wondering, wandering 

No pier in sight, and yet 

Yet, 

Breakers sound, in the distance 

As your call. 

Home. Harbour. A safe berth. I am born again.

2 August, 2011

Nonsensical yet... :)

Pic: Courtesy Google Image Search

Did you call...

... today, and find no answering vibe?
Or, perhaps, that was just a fleeting
Poignant wistful daydream
That chanced upon my wayward wishes
And found one earnest, edgy, longing...

Did you? Or was that something
Someone, somewhere, calling from
A distant memory, suddenly surfacing
After an aeon of indifference?





I wish the haunting of my
Thoughts would cease...
Seize my senses, else, and
Draw them along the tracks
Pencilled in sepia shades
To that place we used to be...

To the fondest nook
Of the softest corner
Of our hearts.
Stupefied by traitorous time
In still, yet, tender talons.

O Love,
Call...


30 July, 2011
Pic: Courtesy Google Image Search :)

Indebted, for Better and Verse :)

To words here, rambles and far worse...
Govind, has been patient with his words in verse
Generous, quietly motivating making muses traverse
In a canvas of feeling, and gratitude, this is immerse(d)

(Cant even hold the rhyme consistently like he does!)

Many a verse, he gifts
And my spirit, it always lifts
Be it in humour, in jest
Or the topping, the crest
As it were, I sure have been blest

PRG, sometimes Govind he signs
His words, in verse, those lines
More precious than diamonds from mines :)

This wee bit of studied rhyme
All shoddy, but in good faith, and solid chryme
Is yours, Govind, and to keep-it's not worth THAT dime :D

And here's the list of your gifts to this page
All of which this rambler has decided to cage
In here, as wisdom from a sage
No less, for me, as I guage
Gorge and deeply assuage
The arrogant muse within :) :)

(See, I cannot even keep up that shoddy rhyme
Now that is nothing less than a crime :) )

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Govind's words on Writes Here :

Life again: 
"The seed always lies dormant
in wait for a suitable agent
to make it grow lively & vibrant 
and bring forth flowers so fragrant"


And he inspired Salil to write this in:
"Love, I have experienced,
But never have I, like you, articulated.
Cloak of love, each of us wears,
Taking for granted, as we go on with our daily chores.

Cheers,
Salil

PS : My feeble attempt inspired by PRG " aka Govind Ramachandran

A Full Circle:
"You always excel in the art
of writing about matters of the heart
while some pierces like a dart
the rest soothes like symphony of Mozart. "


In Reassurance:
"Even when YOU are 'within' ME
and trying hard to let me be
you'll fail for there are strands you can't see
to which this soul clings unwilling to be free.

Usha, just beautiful! "

New Perspectives

"We have been missing you for awhile

glad you're back from the self imposed exile
now we can be treated to verses so virile
the mark of the inimitable usha's style.

Welcome back.A`very apt verse for the occassion "

Words for you and you...

"In a world where love is shared by ration

Usha, your heart is as deep as the ocean
in your wonderful display of your affection
I wish I was worthy of at least a fraction.

Just beautiful Usha. Welcome back in case you have missed my comments for your earlier post."

Life...less

"We'd always love your cranium flooding

with thoughts that are so very dazzling
and arcs over synapses forming lightning
It is you that should be threatening.

Usha just beautiful. We only wish we get more of this. "

O Yearning

"What a lovely way to start the New Year

with offerings of verses that endear
the beat of the heart is so crystal clear
'we want more' we say who hold you dear
In the world of poetry you have no peer.

Welcome back. The wait was very much worth it. "

Me? or I?

"I had to read this again and again

like peeling off layers of an onion
to get to the bottom of the ultimate union
the master and the minion meshed by a pinion
each word written is worth a million.

Usha,need more of this "

Meeting Me:

"The unknown beckons so inviting
but it is our ego that is limiting
or maybe what is known is comforting
and what we are unaware terrifying.

Usha simply wonderful. I was in Myanmar when I read this on my reader but couldn't comment as we can't access blogging sites there. "

Love is in the Air:

"Like-minded,between them their souls they bare

Or wordlessly into each others eye they stare
Vying from their partners for love and care
Enamoured they say LOVE is in the air. "

Haiku: Enchanted Sprite:

"Your poems are better than a picture, for a picture is worth only a thousand words,

Whereas your poetry brings to its readers joy as would a flock of songbirds
though some of them would sound so cryptic like the clues of crosswords
Most of them that come straight from your heartwould pierce ours like swords."

Revelation:

"Is there a reason why something should exist?

some of things which we can never desist
and a few of them that will never be missed
God surely has not surely written such a list
everything is important that's life in a gist.

Very beautifully written Usha. "

Eternally Timeless:

"As we are sucked into the quicksand

Of Time and eternally bow to its demand
as it shrinks & expands in it's own command
we can only be as if acted by a magic wand. "

Conditions Apply:

"There wasn't a slightest hint

and we can't lodge a complaint
for we haven't read the fine print
no siree we didn't.

There isn't a single deal or a relationship which is unconditional. "

Raindrop- A Haiku

"Like a ripple turns into a wave,

about your Haiku I can only rave
How do you make the words behave
as if they are your own slave?

Simply Superb Usha. "

The Coming Together

"They said that it was my first victory

competing against trillions to become me
A criminal goes back to the crime scene we see
but will a victor go back to the scene of victory?

"From the maturity of perfection in creation,Do we degenerate into the immaturity of a life?". Usha very profound and how very true. I feel jealous at your ability to constantly come out with such gems. "

(The Rambler observes: I, Govind, am even more jealous of your writing!!)

The Menagerie: 

"Of menage a` trois I have heard well // but an affair with eleven or twelve? // but all said and done I must tell // that your sweet post does in my heart dwelve, :-) :-) "

Twitterant:

"Whats the object of your tirade // Is it because of something someone said // think of all your pupil who need to be led // and with those happy thoughts go to bed. "

When Nestlings Fly:

"Ashwin, you should feel proud of your mother / Like her it is difficult to find another / Birthday wishes for now and many more years my dear / That your mom and you can happily celebrate together. Oh btw the girl standing next to you, is that your sister? :-) :-) :-) . Though belated this brings warm wishes for the double delight. "

Totem:

"Words flowing like unending stream

joining together and without a seam
like ripples in sunlight they gleam
makes one wonder if we are in a dream.
As usual fantastic Usha. :)"

Salute:

"It is so sweet that you wrote about daddy

who's there when you reach heights so giddy
or when you are beaten and come back all muddy
who will appreciate your work even if it is shoddy
the all knowning one who'll walk the holes with you like a caddy
however old you are you are still his kiddyand in the whole world bestest of best buddy."

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My Pride of Lions or The Fantastic Foursome:

"A lovely tale of the four

a post I couldn't but adore
though it is time for them to soar
your love and care they'll never ignore.

Are their characters based on their zodiac signs. I would love to meet the Geminian for obvious reasons :))"

Golden:

"Sharing life for fifty long years. Through health and through tears. And also through sickness and cheers. May you continue to bring joy & happiness to all your nears and dears. Mum & dad happy golden anniversary."

Golden Moments (On Overdrive)

"Fifty glorious years of living together

helping each other, the challenges to weather.
A relation that caresses like a feather.
Golden wishes to your father and mother."

Manoeuvres:

"Oh what sweet surrender

of a heart so tender
Fire leaping out from the cinder
and was love acting as a tinder?

Beautiful! "

Closure:

"Memories like a foot in the door,

makes letting go a difficult chore.
Buried thoughts from the times of yore,
germinate from within as if from a spore.

Beautiful. Just loved it, especially the pun with "Period" "

Purple Passion:

"Was the passion caused by his anger?

or because she was flirting with danger?
or may be due to the fear of losing her?
or the frustration that he is no longer younger?

Red with anger, green with envy, yellow with fear and purple with frustration. Beautiful. "

Rain On:

"The lands smile when the skies cry

the tears leaving not even a speck dry
so too when love flows through the eye
there is no limit not even the sky.

Rain on more such poetry Ushs. "

Fly to you:

"Is it a story of a lovely butterfly?

or of someone whom you want to glorify?
Or of woman who will willingly die
to be with the one she can always rely? "

For Love: Tanka

"Like a white light cleaved to colurs by a prism

so too love, on life. causing a mighty spasm
and at the same time bridging a chasm
for wounds of time offering a healing cataplasm.

Thanks I learnt something new today teacher. :) "

A Safe Passage:

"Is there any other way?

than being a willing prey.
Whatever anyone may say
I just love yesterday.

A paradox, into the past by forgetting the past.

And finally I could resist. Paul Mcartney's YESTERDAY.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwS_YDzxH3M&feature=related "

Reasons and Seasons:

"When the jigsaw pieces finally fell into place

filling up rapidly the in between space.
Changing the ever contorted face and the grimace;
into something so beautiful and so full of grace.
Running eternally in circles to find some solace
here at last I chance upon the much needed peace.

Usha just wonderful. Hope you will get more time to write such soul stirring verse. "

Time...enough:

"Though there are times that they seem to linger

when it is for me they somehow always slip through the finger
as if in revenge and veritable show of its anger
unable to balance the credit and debit in its ledger
eternally indebted will I pass away with unsatiated hunger?

Usha, beautiful verse. "

Blur

"Thoughts cling on like a burr,

giving warmth of a cosy fur
contentment of a cat's purr
and I do concur
that thoughts do blur
when love does occur.

I was reminded of this song when I read your verse.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=om7aUNZQVpQ "

and the newest

Waxing and Waning:

"Worry not for the waning moon

as it will grow again very soon
and you will be granted a boon
for your love will hear your commune
and a butterfly will emerge from the cocoon. "


Edited to add, on 1 August, 2011


Govind's response to this write:


"Thank you for painstakingly putting my comments in a chain,
though to be witty, wise and clever they try to feign,
like the mushrooms that come with the rain,
what I write was also dull and so plain,
but as the string by the flowers they tie, fragrance attain
so too my drab verses in the bargain
of being in your blog, immortality gain
For letting me encroach upon your domain
I have to thank you again and again."

Unfettered:

"Though to the stem is attached the flower,

it perhaps lets it to be more brighter
for definitely a little more longerthan if it were to detach and wither.

Soulful

"Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.

Always know sometimes think it's me, 
but you know I know and it's a dream.
I think I know of thee, ah yes, but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.
'The Beatles'-"Strawberry Fields Forever""

Can I Please...

"Usha please mind your p's and q's

and be careful when you air your views
for we don't know who might peruse
and understand that it is an abuse
then there are the appraisals and reviews.
I guess an equally erratic rant."

Did You Call...

"I sit trying hard to recall

when from your grace did I fall?
All I remember are the times that did enthrall
when did our love run into the wall?
please tell me, for your call wait I shall."

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To all the others too, who have been here, and consistent with their words, I am deeply grateful for your presence and for the way you share of yourself in your words. These, that I have shared are way beyond any of the rambles in this space, and I so wanted to share it with you all too. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

For now these are all I have, to share. Thank you, Govind, for sharing the wit, and the wisdom, in your unique manner, and making the writes here preen themselves for being decorated with it :) 

Indebted

24 July, 2011

Eternally Timeless

I shall ever be The Outsider.
Looking on, Looking within.
Never to come home.
Never to slip into the warmth
Unaffected, blissfully blithe, bold.
Never to loudly claim possession.
Or gleefully discard with shouts of laughter.

For I may be sure of You, and Me
Us, for sure!
But not the vagrant devil, Time.
How it plays, teases, promises
And then shatters.

Into the space of being-
Of the breath indrawn
Are the million shards of emptiness...
Sent out by time, to hurt into awareness-
The knowledge that I have grown out.
Out, of myself-
To have lost myself.
In time.




9 February, 2010

Revelation

A blade of grass
In the vast paddy field;
The vision within
I had of me.
One, just like tthe other-
Yet standing alone
No hope of grain
To weigh me down
The joyful burden of
Fruition, yet to be mine.

And yet, hope lingered
That I would meet worth
If not grain; why not?
A butterfly's tinsel touch?
Or yet again, a gentle whiff
Of a moonlit breeze.
To tingle, tantalize
Bringing promise of that
I had yearned for!

And when you came,
In the guise of a little
Brown sparrow,
Looking, with your head
Cocked to one side
Quizzical gleam, through
The quiet knowledge reflected deep...

I knew, why I was made-
I knew, felt known, was touched
By your quiet simple knowledge
Why worry about whats and whys
I am me, the blade of grass
Like no other-
Meeting my destiny, the way I should
The way I would
When it unfolded.

Buoyed by a brisk breeze
I swayed, in thanks-
At the quaint brown sparrow...



12 April, 2010

Pic Courtesy - birdsofwestwood.com

Love is in the Air!

Haunting
Gentling
Filling

Spring has come again-

Wafting on the wind
Is that familiar ache-
Of loving and yearning...
That poignant hush
That brings with it a sweetness.

Softly
Meltingly

Hearts meet, hope and build
Nests, in the wildernesses of dreams!
Couched in the same certainty;
The security of togetherness-

Where, yet again, I and you
Meet and melt, into us...
into that circle of completeness...


29 March, 2010


For Devesh and Bindya, and all those in love :) May God keep your nest safe, warm, and loving always :)

Pic. Courtsey: http://www.collecto-mania.com/Circle%20of%20Love/486930.jpg

Words, for you and you… :)

Words when I want them
Wander away, whisper softer
Wait on the edge of the consciousness
Wanton in their wisdom
Waiting – for me to walk away!

Not today, I cannot-
I assert.
Oh? They look knowingly;
Knowing this day I’d want to
Knowing I have to-
Knowing something more,
As they always do, more,
Than I can fathom, of myself.

So today, I clench my quill
While the words wiggle their brows
Dancing playfully, around the
Pot of ink, wherein are the
Notes I must play, and let sing
Through spidery scrawls and lines-
My thoughts – nay… their notions.
The Words, I mean!

Yet today, my heart burgeons
With blessing and benediction
For I know such ones
Who, though they say not,
And stay not – will ever be with me.

To them, I write.
Of them, I write.
Today.

Waves of warmth she brings-
Guileless and gullible
Oh so innocently so!
Dramatic flair, a dreamy person
Dauntless in her beliefs,
Mature in her meditations
A darling, ever!
Daughter of my soul
And comrade of my heart
For you, this paean my dear
For you…
Keep safe! And stay the same!
Miss you, dear Sashu!

And another- seemingly of my childhood
My youth- my every yesterday
That came into a today
As a sudden burst of stardust!

As a quirky angel, shaking her mane
Dispensing the glitter of her words-
Frolicking, gambolling words
That she sets rolling, as only she can-
Streaming smiles, splendrously,
Sashaying through reams and dreams-
Unstoppable, indomitable, her spirit
Inviolate the purity of her notions
And unguarded, her heart-
Ready to reach out
Envelop and cosset;

A true lioness, no less is she
Never a dull moment – they all, but flee
In the sunny warmth of her this gurl, - Meggie
Who, by now, will probably be rolling – hehehe… :D!

For, in the words she writes
In the laughter she shares
Ins the feelings she inspires

Not just her kids at school,
But us too, are touched by her Grace
Learn much, in simple wisdom
Question, search and seek to know!

That alone, sets her apart-
As a rare jewel, the rarest yet
The beauty with the brains (Lol!)
The one who can take it all (to rhyme with Lol!)
And hand it right back
With a laugh, a giggle and
A Charming Smile!

Happy Birthday, dear Indygurl
May God Bless you infinitely!!

31 July, 2009

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I miss Sashu, and I just wanted to share that here :)
Also, a round of Wondrous Birthday Wishes, for another special person.. Indyeah! Reading her latest post, just this moment, makes me realize nothing and no one quite compare with the sterling qualities this young lady envinces. Way to go Indygurl :) Solilo, you beat me to it though :)

And finally, this is a tentative foray into this sphere again... for as long as I can... :)

New Perspectives

Like inky nights
diluted with
pearly moonlight...

Like dry riverbeds
inundated with
rushing waters...

Like sudden stillness
invaded with
thunderous gales...

Or poignant silences
gentled with
murmurs and smiles...

And lack-lustre eyes
moistened with
tears of feeling...


Maybe there's hope for us-
New perspectives
Untold and untried..

Normalcy now,
would be
an achievement.

2 April, '91

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A re post, to strive and find a muse again:)