Drop by Drop

Pouring, brimming rain

Drop by unrelenting drop

You're drenched - woe or Wow!

14 July, 2013

Written for Write Tribe, Haiku

Thank you for the opportunity, to go back to re-visiting a wonderful form of lyric poetry :)

Togetherness

Togetherness was never an option.
It was the only choice;
One we never had.
The skittering glances
And on-the-edge anticipation
That rued the days

Together, we are.

But, not with each other.

13 July, 2013
Pic Courtesy Google Image Search

Stewed :D

Will you not give me of your time?
A moment, that is all I seek.

Oh! I am, as you can see, tied up.
And bowed though not quite cowed, said she.

I do, I see, said he. But a moment, please?
It would, it would certainly set me at ease.

Seeing that as you are the one, the only
Who can best decide, how it shall be ...

I really need to know, I do
If it's fine, with you, that I use two

Eggs in the recipe you showed me yesterday
Or would you really have it the eggless way

The way you told me, given your propensity
For the heath food crazy stuff, that too with tenaciy

When I've told you, endlessly, I love you,
Only because, you, you're just beautiful as YOU.

Well, said she, now that you put it so lovingly
I guess those eggs'll do just fine,

And anything else you'd like to add as well
So long as you're the one in charge

Of Kitchen Duties, now, and all the times ever :D

1 July to 10th July :)It took a while to stew this one. The flavour hasn't quite got itself write, as you can see :P
Pic: Google Images Search :D

Like You've Never, Before...

Dream like it's the only place to go.

Wake, like you've reached. 

Sing, as if that's all you do.

Dance, the rhythm's flowing from you. 

Love. Each moment, you can. 

Be the hero. You're the only one. 

Maybe, the villain. It IS such fun.

Box, pummel, strike, slap.

Zip, zoom, zonk and zap. 

Remember those secrets.

Now tell them ALL.

Sigh. You know, I'm happy.

I can do them all.

I do. Honest. 

You see, I read 'em books.

And they let me. 

19 June, 2013

Literally, Figuratively

From the beginning of the start
To the ending of the close

The tautology of my life
Pales into the colourless.
The synonimity of each day
Blends the same flavour.
Most often.

So I'm rummaging for newness
Trying to read between the lines
Picking at the petrifying thoughts
In the basket case I'm becoming. 

Seeking a fresh persona
From the foxy oxymoron
Of a nervously brave, but
Bravely foolish woman
I seem to be. 

From rhythmic metres
And the cacophony of rhyme
Onomatopoeic in grunts and sighs
In the sibilance of loss
Sometimes thumping drumbeats
Of ecstasy gone awry...

The metaphor that life has become
Is getting mighty hard to unravel.

Till then-
Let me address myself
In supposed hypbole...

"The Unresolved Poem"

15 June, 2013
:D Welcome to the nerdy rambler's riot of misplaced misunderstood logic of life in literary overdose. :P
PS - Google does a great job of giving you definitive definitions on some of the over-the-top figures of speech used in the write. :D

Pantomime

When you would have me
Still, and restful, and serene
I cannot help but shift, drum fingers
And move to a rhythm in my head. 

When you ask that I simply exist
Unleavened, and therefore, unpounded
How - How, I ask, can I be that
Which I can't. Ever.

You may have left that fizz aside.
But boy, have I got enough, within!
That niggles, and nudges, and
Slowly, then steadily, and rapidly
Bubbles forth. 

You wanted a model;
Perhaps a mendicant, of the soul;
That you could, then mould.
But- May I, myself, form into the
Shapes of my dreams?

Mould into them,
Lest I mold. 

4 June, 2013
Online. In anticipation, of cross-currents, and cross-wiring.
Sigh. I know. I'm in need of some rest :P