Onomatopoetical Water !!!!!!

Clap of thunder and its due,

It falls on cue.

Crackle of lightning lights its way,

And day becomes night and night day.

Black clouds bang their heads together,

The clanging makes many hearts go asunder.

Heavens are filled with numerous galloping steads,

Following the grand maestro's lead. 

It drips, then drizzles.

Drops and sizzles ...on the parched land.

A droning deluge, it waves its magic wand,

Leaving no stone unturned,

Or any space free from squelching mulch grand. 

Pitter patter on the terrace, plunking on rooftops,

Spinning like cartwheels; its hard to stop.

Its gushes to meet the sinewy spring, 

Making it strong and with watery wings.

And, the gurgling brooks get a second look.

The trees dance to their leaves strummed like guitar string.

Cascading down vales and valleys,

It joins in the merry din.

Bobbing heads, shake off the beads of melted white,

Squealing with laughter and jumping in pools of fun and fight.

Shivering fingers find warm hands,

Stealing looks of joy, and; 

Writing silly notes on wet sand. 

It washes away tears of many,

Unseen, unheard by any.

There is overflow of mirth and laughter,

Of joy and pleasure.

Hearts meet and run free,

Reminding of times gone down some busy street.

It then is shushed and hushed,

To a murmur; as the heavens above go for a slumber.

And the skies open up to a new light,

Which wakes up the earth with new sight. 

Written on 18th June,2010.

(Rains.. beautiful, mesmerizing, musical, and melodious. I like watching the rain and not getting wet in it,  to the surprise, and disappointment of many. Well what can I say .. one of the blissful thing would be to have a great novel in hand, a warm cup of tea in another and sitting on a cushioned wide window sill .. better still inside beautiful French windows and just watching the rain and reading. And remember the nursery rhyme 'I hear thunder ....pitter patter raindrops...' Happy Monsoons !!!!!!!! :) ) 

My Beloved Eve

Every day I wait for you keeping a,

Vigil through the smelting heat of summer time, till you arrive.

Everything stands still, though the sun is out but my day never begins.

Noting each minute as it passes; I wait till you descend to my abode,  

             resplendent in twinkling black sight.

I welcome you with open arms.

Never to let you go, till the day do us apart, but as all,

Good things must come to an end, 

So must you, my dear evening, fade into the morn and say goodnight.

Written on 19th May, 2010

(Short and sweet !! The fastest poem I have ever written. Thats because the story idea was given by a friend who was frustrated with the heat and imagined the evening as a girl and I wrote the script !! :) The concept of evening as a girl, who comes late, stays for a short time and you want her to stay longer yet she goes even before you realize she is gone.This is the second poem from a guy's perspective. The first one was 'I see the world through you' . Till we meet again !! )

The Moon Talk ...

'Dynasties have fought under my banner,

Providing cool succor to parched souls in a loving manner.

I am the favourite uncle, friend, guide and messenger,

Mirror of love and manna from heaven for wives dying of hunger !!'

Thus spake the shimmering shingle of white,

Lazily laid back in his throne.. fluffy and light.

Looking at the mortals in life's boring drone,

He goes on to tell tales from his heavy tome.

'When children pout and cry,
Mothers tell my stories and make their sorrows fly.
When young love misses a heartbeat,

They call on my services to deliver the love sheet.

A girl looks up to me always and smiles,

Wondering how I change my shape without a diet and walking miles'. 

                                               'Paeans, parchments,poems and numerous pens,

Have been spent on writing about my abode above the glen.

Examples of my beauty are given, 

And sometimes used to describe many a luminous maiden'.

He then turns around and goes to sleep ..you think,

But wakes up all the way round the world to drink.

On life, love and longing once again,

And begin..

The cycle of birth and death, waxing and waning

You might feel a tinge of sadness in the voice,

But the glistening halo dispels all darkness and spreads joy.

It follows our mother with care of that a big brother. 

Sometimes coming in between her and a hot headed intruder. 

'Its a lonely life', he sighs.

But there are perks on being up in the sky.

'Watching and laughing on all the drama below,

Getting all the nicknames and love glow.

Then there is that silly bird that is amorous and arduous in attention, 

and the girls that wonder about my dietitian's intentions'.

Written on 26th April, 2010.

(Moon.. one of my favourite photography subjects as well as watching subjects... :) Tried funny and rhyming this time.. guess its works. Pics courtesy Sheel http://www.flickr.com/photos/rahulsheel/ )

An Ode to the Blogoem !! *

A Friend was born in my teens, 

She Smiled and the poetic doors of Hall of Life  were opened for me.

Building Dreams with my mind, heart and a lot of Labour of Love,

I was happy when my words brought tears of joy to the Mom of the Little Girl.

and then to share with you all, the happiness this blogoem was born. 

Traversing far and wide in with my creative lines,

I hope I have taken you on a journey fine.

Where Beyond the Black Silk Curtain love blossoms, and 

The Collector of Smiles nourishes it.

And.

When your Footsteps in the Snow becomes weary, 

I  hope the River that Runs Through Me gives you comfort.

The Blessed Damozel though not one of my creations shows,

how Vulnerable we can be in love,

But I still wait for that someone to say to me not 'I wish I could '..

But ... 'I see the World Through You' 

and thus 'Can I Fall in Love?' is forever work in progress.

I desire to have many more Late Night Conversations with you,

Now more often under the cool canopy of The Tree,

 what with temperatures rising...and..

Defeat the sometimes allout

Conquest of Liquid Embers where you need a friend, a shoulder, lots of tissue, 

And a cup of tea.

Thank you for all the love and praise..

It was not a waste.

It inspired me to go forth and raise the spectre of an 

Epiphany so great,

That 

I have written some decent poems till date. 

* Anniversary Special.

Written on 19th March, 2010.

( The blog celebrates its one year. It was started on 19th April 2009. I would like to thank you all for reading and appreciating my poems. An Ode to the Blogoem (Blog + Poem) has all the poems and one prose on the blog linked and hyper-linked in a form of a poem. If you have not read anyone of those go ahead and read them. I must confess that I did try to write 'Can I fall in Love?' but couldn't and in the effort spent a dozen pages of my diary on it which has never happened before.Maybe a practical experience is required for this one !! :) but in the process did write two romantic poems. So for that I take myself off the hook and I think will not ever do a radio here.. as in saying this poem is coming up !! Well you learn from your mistakes. How has the journey for me been ? Good !! like when I finished Labour of Love in one go and put it up the same night and wrote LNCs completely online. Almost three poems were half done on paper and half online. I prefer paper first because all that cutting and scratching out can only be done there but different mediums have different quirks and I have used both. So thank you all once again till we meet again !! :)

Late Night Conversations....

Late Night Conversations !!!!

Alight with a trip down memory lane,

Teaming with anecdotes in light vein.

Endless, seamless, limitless..sprinkled with comic presentations.

Night we think, is still young,

Inky blue sky with a dash of yellow, far flung.

Going back and forth, words flow and so do smiles,

High and low on the furrow full of heartbeats, and time measured in miles. 

Tea is a treasured friend with many a cup done.

Candid chaffing, comments, compliments and camaraderie,

Oodles of gossip and doodles of ideas fly with flurry.

Near the door, we find more loquacious power,

Veering towards it we pass another hour.

Embers of the night still smolder, 

Roaring with laughter we almost cry on each other's shoulders.

Silence sometimes surrounds us, but we

Again pick up the strands of life

To take journey to the future and back.

In between checking and rechecking the hands of time, 

Only to share a glance of disbelief and then again

Nod off to another planet, century, universe and place.

So it continues the late night conversations into the night and light of friendship.

Written on 10th February, 2010.

(Started to write this early morning after returning from a late night conversation but could only finish it today. And for a change, started out to write this only rather than something else and finished it. Not one of my best and can be more self deprecating than that, but leave that to you. Vikram Seth's style makes a come back after 7 years I guess... so must have been the seven year itch !! This style requires more poetic license than other as you have to start the sentences with specific letters and lot of back and forth has to be done. LNCs ..love them ..and always wish they never end. But of course they do. Love them more especially there are many of us and laugh like anything and actually double up in laughter .. which is easier for me as I have a habit to throwing my head back and laughing which sometimes takes my chair by surprise and due to the law of inertia when I come back from the head throw I more often than not fall over and pay my allegiance to mother earth !!! I know the next poem was supposed to 'Can I fall in Love' and has been postponed twice was thinking of a Valentine day special. Lets see if i don't sulk too much at the lack of a Valentine ;) then maybe. But don't worry its on the cards. Till then Happy Valentines Day !!!!! Keep the conversation going ..its important for any relationship.)

The Collector of Smiles *

"Fool !!!!! " , he cries out

Not in agony for lying on the bed of arrows,

Created by his favourite son.

But for not collecting that one smile,

The one most beautiful and mesmerizing.

The one which would have made him choose life and not death,

Today !!

He had a choice.

He is the grand sire of the mighty nation.

He is, was ..the collector of smiles.

He closes his eyes to the world,

Tired of the looks of sheer disbelief at his fallen visage.

He closes to those gathered all around him.

For knowledge , wisdom , and truth.

He is the fountain, the foundation, the force behind the grand plan of the nation.

Spouting forth the mantras of  leading, ruling, conquest and guiles.

But not never of love, life ...and smiles..

He closes and crosses over.

Over the fields of death,

Courts of intrigue,

Palaces of opulence.

Times of building empires,

Of standing behind power and not ....

Defacto and not dejure.

"Ha" ,a mockery, he thinks,

Thats what his life was defacto .. never real, never his.

To a meadow of green and glen,

Of primroses and sun.

He sees a galloping steed, white with speed

And a knight.

Coming for that look,

That song,

That smile.

It is he, to see Her.

He collected the smiles.

The shy ones, which reached his eyes by the time she lifted hers.

The knowing ones, when both smiled together.

The happy ones, when everything glowed in their warmth.

The sad ones, cold yet comforting.

The just like that ones.

The teasing ones, and pleading ones.

The petulant ones and reluctant ones.

But that one smile which would have said it all.

The one he could have lived and died by.

He did not collect that one.

One that she was ready to give, waiting to give ..waited to give.

He lived ..death wasn't an option.

He opens his eyes.

All around are broken minds and bodies.

Hurting hearts.

He calls them closer.

And smiles.

It breaks forth through the mist of gloom.

"Collect smiles", he breathes his last.

They smile hesitantly then with understanding.

Written on 25th January , 2010.

* Fictional account of Devavratha son of Shantanu & Ganga also known as Bhishma Pitamaha.

(What if Bhishma Pitamaha was in love ? He could not do anything about it, because of his vow of serving the throne and life of celibacy. But what if ? It was very interesting how i came up with this idea. Don't remember the whole thing but started out with writing 'Can I fall in love' to a girl reading a love story to the fairy tale of knight in shining armour to someone reminiscing  about lost love to this ..or something like that. Did think of ending the poem by the girl closing the book and asking can she fall in love ..but thought the better of it . Now thinking doing a sequel to this poem where the girl reading the story says her part. Lets see.. BTW I think you all were very fortunately spared of the poem 'trouble in fairyland' where all the heroines have neck, back, shoulder pains and this causes their heroes trouble no end mirroring my own neck, back and shoulder pain. Thought it would be very funny but I don't think so now. Well till next time ..and this poem took a long time in writing but here it is. )

Beyond the Black Silk Curtain

The flame flickers and,

Falls on the twirling muslin.

The candle waxes,

Telling time of the passing aeons in seconds.

She looks up, with

Eyes, doe eyes.

Looking from behind the curtain of black silk.

The eyes catch the flecks of light,

The starlight.

The moonlight.

Like two mirrors, like glassy ponds.

Like a sunflower.

He looks at them.

In them, with wonderment.

Like a child looks at his first rainbow.

He tries to part the silky screen.

She blinks.

She blushes.

She is the sun now, setting and crimson.

The leaves sigh ....

Her feet tinkle with music,

His laughter jingles.

These light rhythms swirl around in the cup of time,

Endless, passing yet still.

Witnessing their unsure steps,

Listening to their unsaid words,

Shaky breath,

Tremulous heartbeat.

Unspoken yet unyielding love.

There is a sudden gush of chill,

The flame flickers violently,

goes out.

Cold brittle fingers tear the curtain apart.

Black on black.

Scraping the silk.

The spell is broken.

The leaves stab.

The eyes are haunted, hunted.

The muslin bristles.

Crimson sun oozes blood.

The Love is unyielding and declared.

Cup of time brims over.

The lights twinkle now.

Their yellowish haze, falls on two silhouettes.

Talking and chattering.

Their laughter echoing all around.

Time thinks its different,

Yet its the same.

Beyond the black silk curtain,

Eyes, doe eyes..

Still look from behind them.

He still sees the rainbow.

Spoken now, still

Love is unyielding.

Written on 20th December, 2009.

{Again started out to write something else from a historical to a love story to how people fall in love which became love over the ages. Hope that comes across. The writing process is very interesting and a poem once a month makes it more so. The poem is a bit filmy , don't you think so ?? :) It is said and felt that love and its expression was very subtle in the past. Films, books and our parents :) tell us so and today its more loud, confident and out there in the open. And yet love is the same and still there is that shyness factor (see Hitch) and that mushy factor ..SRK eyes !!!!!! *sigh* ;) How do people fall in love? That one step a person takes to allow the other to enter their lives, hearts and minds. Maybe I have never been in love that is why am asking these questions. Have come close yet found very difficult to let go. Take that leap of faith. Is that it a leap of faith ?? "You complete me" or " I am complete in myself and don't need anyone to that for me" which one is it ?? Questions , questions. " Can I fall in love? " coming up !!!!!!!! ;) }