~Of Poseidon~

Goa.

Adorned in a peaceful breeze,

Brimming with wishful sighs,

Reaching out ever so close,

And yet speeding farther away,

Carrying along the empty bottle,

With a wishful note inside,

Of someone's love and life,

Of a sailor's beautiful wife!

And the waves rise and fall,

With heartfelt song of the wind,

And the sea gull skims the water,

With hopes on her wings!

And the rise in anger and wrath,

Above the bewildered mortals,

Praying to escape the scorn,

Of Poseidon's furious assault!

Written for Poetry Jam!

Pink Hairbands!

School friends...

Paper planes and chocolate under the desk,

The darling teacher ranting about some test,

And Swoosh! it lands right where it's aimed,

My best friend is now in trouble and blamed!

But she won't be taking the pinch alone,

My darling teacher will find my secret note,

And dismiss me in rage from the class as well,

And we'll stand outside till they ring the bell!

But Oh! what fun to share the secret,

On a paper plane whizzing past the teacher,

In a secret language, an unchallenging code,

Made to irk the teacher or to feel old...

We giggled behind our little plump hands,

Standing outside in our skirts and pink hairbands,

No care for looks or wannabe dresses,

No care for makeup or frizzy, untamed tresses!

And our darling teacher spots us again,

In the corridor together having undeserved fun,

She scolds us till our faces turn red,

Then gives us the chocolate under the desk!

Lunchbox and notebooks and even handkerchiefs,

Shared in love, anger, innocence and mischief,

And smiling across the room at each other,

A wink to understand the plans made later!

And best of all was running back home,

In the warm embrace of my very own dear mom,

And telling the tale of teachers, tests and friends,

Complaining about the homework and pink hairbands!

Written for Poetry Jam!

Cheesy Cakes!

Not the one he Made!! 

I came back home from a long tiring day,

To a waft of baked scones and chocolaty cake,

I smiled as I entered the house in a haste,

The living room abandoned, the kitchen a waste...

Mr. Husband took upon himself to cook me some sweets,

His nose powdered with flour, his hands dipped in cheese,

I wondered what the cheese was for,

Before I took to cleaning the floor!

He lovingly banished me from the kitchen,

And later that night we had cake for dinner,

Too long forgotten in the overheated oven,

With cheesy icing and a bit hardened,

Lovingly made by Mr. Husband for me,

I forgot all follies in a hurry to eat!

~Nostalgia~

Too much work! :(

Today is a ordinary gloomy day,

The sky is cast, the sun is veiled,

I am hopeless, clueless, with nothing to do,

I scribbled many a poems and gibberish too,

And yet the soggy past hangs in front of my eyes,

The future seemed to loop ceaselessly by,

My present repeats itself every single day,

I am bored, strung out, unhappy, in dismay...

The music disheartening, the lyrics seem silly,

The gym is tiring, the walk too lonely,

The food unpleasing, hunger seems dead,

The white covers of the room colourless and drab!

I miss my mother's fruit custard pie,

My father's melodious car ride,

My hubby's hearty breathtaking embrace,

The house full of flowery decor and lace.

My mother constantly scolding me,

My father watching football on TV,

Or Mr. Husband trashing the house around,

While I find something dirty to freak about!

Fighting over the TV remote too much,

Arguing over what to cook for lunch,

Running amok in search of the phone,

Lost in some corner, unnoticed unknown!

I sit alone in the hotel room,

Its quite and peaceful, not a moan,

The custard is too perfectly served,

Decorated, yet not enough!

The football game is of course ignored,

As I watch some random comedy show,

For no one fights for the remote,

Its just me me all alone,

In the stark white perfect uncluttered room,

No one to mess the perfect gloom,

As I sit and stare at my phone

Waiting for a call from my faraway home!

Shared with Poetry Jam!

Little Feet!

Not the same shoes really!!

I went shopping one summer afternoon,

And hit upon a pair of shoes,

Block heels, Faux leather,

Straps and laces, brown in colour!

I fell in love quite stupidly,

Bought them in a bit of hurry,

And woe Dear, they won't fit me...

They lay abandoned in the closet,

Long forgotten and disregarded,

Until my curious little cousin,

Found them fitting to her pleasure!

Brown and buckled, laces and heels,

All so perfect on her little feet!

Written for Poetry Jam!

The Unexpected Yellow Road!

Sunrise over Singapore.

A few seasons ago,

I was hopping down a farm,

The fields were golden

the ears full and long,

Scraping along my waist

some caught in my frock,

Hopping along the farm,

hoppity hop hop hop!

Trotting in my little,

glittering red oxfords,

I hit upon the unexpected,

Yellow paved road.

Amusingly stretched,

Penetrating the blue skies

So far ahead,

Far far ahead!

Tripping and trotting,

Trot trot trot!!!

Long beautiful infinite,

Unexpected turns,

Unexpected travellers,

A lion, scarecrow,

A metal tinman.

Looking for something

Each did not have.

Me? Me just tapping,

Tipping top top top!!!

Yellow roads leading to

Whiskered old
 wizards,

Sneaky and snobby,

Flying high above!

Magic everywhere,

Friendship on the way

Little yellow brick road,

Of many a stories untold!

Magic wands loose,

Swoosh whoosh Woosh!!!



Written for Gabriella's prompt at Poetry Jam
&
Susie's prompt at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!

Beneath The Pool...

On the way to Pangong....

In the eerie backyard of the forsaken house,

Just beneath the murky pool,

Of which the translucent waters spoke,

Lived a king's guarded rule...

Of fairytales, of austere lands,

Of furious battles, of queer trends,

Of colourful people, of hopeful wonders,

Of miracles, love and magic asunder...

Of streams of clear blue waters virgin,

Of mysterious music of the fire urchins, 

Enigmatic,  powerful, alluring, soothing, 

On the rythm that leaves you hopeful or brooding...

The air that bleeds of passionate aroma,

Of beautiful flowers of unknown flora,

Of enchanted woods and creatures unknown,

Brooding, mystical, mythical, forlorn!

Of winds so fresh that no one tires,

Of cosy, warm yet unburning fires,

Of gravity receding to let one fly,

Of earth so fruitful and never dry...

All beneath dirty water,

Lay a land of myth and wonder!

Written for 3WW and Poetry Jam (Impossible Place).

Alone!

I abide by the rules of living alone,

A book in my hand and crumbly sweet scone.

The hot pink colours rule my house,

The scented candles, a vigour arouse...

My curvy red Beetle hoots happily,

Taylor's love song playing loudly!

I can sit in my socks on my porch,

And play the guitar discordant and coarse!

I eat mac and cheese

whenever I please!

I sing aloud,

And dance around!!

What rules? What rules, Are you talking about?

I just make them as I choose my route,

The uphill or the curvy road,

A beautiful drive or a walk Alone!!

   

Written for a prompt by Mary at Poetry Jam!

Dessert Under The Bridge!

Chocolate brownie and ice-cream she stole from Chokola! :)

She sat cross-legged, the empty platter in her hand,

All ready to dig in as soon as it lands.

Her mouth was watering, she was hungry,

She hadn't eaten for days,

She lived under the bridge next to the bays!

The dainty little fairy waited eagerly,

~ For the ice-cream and sizzling chocolate brownie ~

It smelled so good, so heavenly delicious,

Her mother Bought it from those bakers.

But she wondered why they were running after her,

a spatula in hand and cursing much louder!

But she ran with her mother the brownie in her hand,

And hid with her, still giggling, behind the pile of sand!!

This Puente is written for Laurie's prompt "Bridges" at The Poetry Jam!

 Me on the bridge over The Jog Falls in Karnataka (India).