Stoical Silence

Silence was the theme for the night
Violence of violins was the first delight

Hurt harps joined the terrible serenade
Blurting his thoughts like a grim grenade

Guitars began singing tunes of guilt
Sitars sounding his lost hope's wilt
Dreaded drums echoing sad dreams
Shredded santoors sighing in screams

Tormented tablas of rhythmic beat
Torn apart in the grief of his defeat
Flutes flaunting faulty fanatic tunes
Mute memories buried in time's dunes

Pain painted by piano's performance
Slain smiles  severed in vile penance
Cruised confusions of past left forlorn
Bruised bugles blared their last tone.  

(This poem is not in Iambic pentameter, as I am yet to learn to adhere to the syllabic rules)
Prompted by FormForAll - Framed Couplets  by Beachanny at dVerserPoetsPub.

The Nest

Life is a wonderful, exciting fest

Where our worth is always put to test

Once the fest comes to an end

We replenish ourselves in our nest

Some rides in the fest are so tough

When situation seem to be rough

That's when we are tested the most

Brooding at times , I have had enough!

These are times when we wish to reach the end

But then we get a hope , a solace , a friend

Who helps you out of the maze

His help, his comforts always ready to lend

Yet in the same maze, he might get caught

When your helps is silently sought

To play your part , tear his problems apart

That's when precious memories are wrought

There are also times we need our solitude

To seek our minds's blissful beatitude

When we withdraw into ourselves

Though with a sense of utter gratitude

We will fall down, we will fly high 

Sometimes with a smile , sometimes with a cry

Yet always finding the much needed peace

Resting our self in the nest built in the sky 

image: ParkeHarrison


Prompted by image at Magpie Tales and FormForAll: Rubaiyat Quatrains at  dVerse Poets Pub hosted by Samuel Peralta.

An attempt at writing at Rubaiyat Quatrain which is characterized with  the rhyme scheme AABA .

Nefarious Nightmare

Staring the monitor without a blink

As I sip small gulps of my drink

I lose track of space and time

Trying hard to find words to rhyme

I close my strained, burning eyes

To imagine something to feel nice

My tired mind soon drifts into sleep

Then a dreaded dream begins to creep

I see myself working in the dream

When the fire alarm begins to scream

All around , I search to find no one

All precious possessions I shun , I run

Fire exit maps - all burnt and charred

My hopes of escape feel so jarred

Intuitively I run towards the staircase

As I trip over the fallen flower vase

I am hurt now - bleeding  in abundance

My bruises singing in all their cadence

Finally I stumble upon a hazy gaze

A way out of the inferno flavored maze

Finally out of fiery lair , I feel free

A sense of achievement and glee

But this joy was just momentary

Shredded by thunder's trajectory

My hurt right leg feels as its amputated

Away from lightnings, slowly I ambulated

A few yards apart, seeing clear serene space

With all my strength, I paced towards the place

There I found the man with the wrench

Trying hard, his teeth and fists clenched

Gloomily he said "Your world is tearing apart"

Hurling the wrench to pierce thorough my heart

He shouted "You are the only one to blame

For you started that world-ending flame.

So I punish you with your death"

Listening to this, I took my last breath

Image courtesy : Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison


Prompted by Poetics: Nightmare Verse at dVerse Poets Pub 
hosted by Stu McPherson

For My Light

I wait, at the end of the tunnel

For my light to guide me out 

To find myself in life's funnel 

I wait, at the end of the tunnel 

As thoughts seem void and null 

Shackled to the chains of doubt

I wait, at the end of the tunnel  

For my light to guide me out

Image Courtesy : Google Images

Posted for FormForAll - Triolets at dVersePoetsPub hosted by Samuel Peralta. 

Thank you Sam for introducing to this wonderful form of poetry!

"A triolet has eight lines, with rhyme scheme ABaAabAB. The first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, and the second and final lines are also identical.This means that, once you've written the first couplet, you have five of the eight lines done. With only three more lines to go, you’re 63% done with the poem." 

Examples for this form can be found at Avolare and Valentine

I Being Me

This is a story about a man crossing a street

Who listens to the sound of river and his silent heart

And wonders how to disappear from society

This is the story of I Being Me

My mind told me stories never to be shared

When a broken star stares back at me

I open a blue box of feelings out of my dream

Only to realize that she lives in my head

I jot down all my reasons to write

With the fountain pen of my life

I write my life to travel far away from here

Very soon I will walk away from roads

Feeling alone behind this mask of vanity 

I am a cloud made of thoughtlessness

If i had wings like yours, I tell my pigeon 

I would fly beyond infinite stars and wait

On winter nights, I think of soup making

I live and die as the moon heels my heart

buried in sleep beneath dry leaves of sugarcane

I make miracles with my light

I Being Me

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IBeingMe!

All italicized words are titles of the posts found at http://iambeingme.com/

Partial To Gin

A man who was partial to gin

Was clad in a suit from Pierre Cardin

Piously devoted to his drink

He ignored his lady's wink

The lady divorced him for this sin

A gal who was partial to gin

Saw an opportunity for a win

She offered him another glass

He gladly accepted it with class

Together they went for a spin

Image courtesy : Google Images

Posted for Limerick-Off Monday by Mad Kane

Testing mp3 embeds

You Are My Sunshine by purplepoetry

I always saw people embedding their music/poetry recitals  from Soundcloud on wordpress blogs and was wondering if it could be done on 'easily' on blogspot. But as I did not have any music to be embedded, never tried it. Then I saw my friend @purplepoetry77 trying to embed an mp3. So tried embedding her poetry from soundcloud here.

How to embed a soundcloud recording on blogspot ?


1) Click 'share' on the soundcloud music, copy the embed code.

2) In blogspot,  click on 'Edit HTML' and paste the copied embed code 

The text highlighted is the copied embed code from soundcloud. 


3) Publish the blog post and you should be able to hear the music embedded! :)

Nostalgic Nirvana

Reflecting all around

Rods and cones of my eye

Images of you

Like the stars in the sky

Resonating all around

Cochlea and canals of my ear

Melodies of you

Playing each moment of the year

Gushing ceaselessly

In the tunnels of my nose

Fragrance of you 

As a garden full of rose

Flowing endlessly

In the rivulets of my nerves

Your single touch

Fueling my soul's verves

Carved all over

The museum of my mind

Memories of you

That you left behind

Painted everywhere

On the walls of my heart

Words of yours

Masterpiece of a divine art.

Me in a TEA CAKE

Tug of war I play, between Thoughts and Temptations.
Existence and Evolution are my biggest Enigmas.
An Aimless Arrow, hitting bullseye once in a blue-moon.


Curious about the origin and causes for everything.
Amused by the myriad mysteries of the mind.
Key to my dreams was found in lost words.
Ecstasy is hidden in family, friends, food and poetry.

Preeti Shenoy's Tuesday Prompts

Prompt :
Write three sentences about yourself,  first sentence starting with T., second with  E and third with A (as it spells TEA). 
If you want to write more, write four more sentences but they have to start with C, A, K and E respectively. (CAKE)

My Precious

From my dear sister , you came as a gift 

To my heart's ecstasy, an ultimate lift 

Bundled in a small carton box, you came

Moment captured in memory's hall of fame

They told me you were a candy bar

But to me you were a shining star 

With themes - lines, redberries and rings 

Doubling up as an FM radio which sings 

With  games ~ Minigolf and Quadrapop

You made me feel on entertainment's top 

Flashes, megapixels of camera - you had none 

Yet successful in capturing memories a ton 

Reading my unsent , drafted messages 

A silent consort , in my growing ages 

Alarms, helping me to rise and shine

Partnering  in every endeavor of mine 

Your little buttons ~ I used to fiddle

Whenever faced with reality's riddle 

With internet, you made my doubts clear

Your treasured presence is always dear

Flying with me, when I was happy

Helping me mend, when I felt crappy

Storing social bridges in your contacts

Being a sole witness to all of my acts 

'Smartphone' , I might be buying one

But you will forever be my precious one

Written for the Poetics prompt - Object at dVersePoetsPub by Mark Kerstetter.

Dedicated to my dear cell phone :) 

Posted at the OpenLinkNight Week 32 at dVersePoetsPub hosted by Tashtoo

Weather Wages a War

It was a bright Friday evening
Sun, the streetlight of Earth
Ready to move to his next shift
Nothing in this seemed strange
But everything was about to change

Streets swarming with people
Like aliens headed towards home planets
Like rivers running towards the oceans
To reach their nests and relish their weekend
But their dreams will meet a steep bend

And then began the thunderous trumpet
Heralding the arrival of the fleet
On dark, fluffy vessels named as
Nimbostratus and Cumulonimbus
They were here. Ready to ambush

The trumpets became louder and louder
Unaware earthlings running helter-skelter
Frantically in search of protective shelter
Some proactive ones donning shields and armours
Of colorful umbrellas and trendy trenchcoats



 



<<Yet to be completed>>
**My attempt at writing Martian poetry, still searching for some outlandish metaphors to complete it.