Saturday 13 August 2011

City Safari


It was a cold , dark night
Baby monkey Gundu was not able to sleep
Though it was 2 hours past his bedtime

He started crying, filling the night's silence
With his loud wails
Mother monkey rushed to him.

She was busy accumulating
Bananas for the next day's festival
On the coconut tree.

She asked her boy
"What is the matter my dear?
Why are you not in bed?"

"Mama, I am not able to sleep.
Tell me a story
Else I will cry more" He said.

"Okay sweetheart. Which story do you want?"
She asks her son,
Making him sleep on her lap.

Now that mom is here
Little Gundu stopped crying and excitedly
Asks "Tell me the baby elephant's story!"

"Once upon a time, there lived
A naughty baby elephant named Chingu
With his parents in the jungle"




<To be completed>






Tuesday 2 August 2011

Finally Insomniac Sleeps

Lying on his bed of willow,
On his favorite pillow,
He listens to the singing clock,
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock...

Turning left , Turning right,
Waiting for take off of sleep's flight.
Turning right, Turning left,
Longing for consciousness's theft.

Suddenly his dog begins to bark,
There's something moving in the dark...
It's just a large insect - A dragonfly,
He breathes in relief with a sigh.

His dog has now begun to snore
Its irking sounds , he tries to ignore,
When in his balcony, an owl hoots,
He shoos it off with his boots.

Though his tiredness abounds
Sleep is nowhere to be found
Forcibly shutting his eyes,
He imagines the star-lit skies.

Seeing the bright, shining moon
Sleep begins to lure him soon
Flowing away from thought streams,
He finally dives into sweet dreams.



Image courtesy : Google Images 
 
Posted for OpenLinkNight#3 at the dVerse ~ Poets Pub


Submitted for Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 50


Sunday 17 July 2011

Earth's True Daughter



Long time ago , She was born
4.54 billion years ago to be precise.
Revolving around her master 
Around the ever-powerful Sun




Saturday 9 July 2011

A night in the rain

As the earth is savoring rain's refreshing kisses
He starts recollecting his treasured blisses
Sitting beside an open window
He takes a stroll in memory's meadow.

Horns of vehicles play the background score
As he reaches to his mind's core
Quenched are all his senses
As he tears down all his prejudiced fences

His long, uncut hair flies in the cool breeze
As he makes these moments to freeze
The trees glimmer with glistening leaves
Rain pouring through cloud's sieves

These clouds decorate the canvas of the sky
Making the whole scene a treat to the eye
Pondering about who is its painter ?
He bows in awe and gratitude, to God - the almighty creator.






Written on 25/6/2011



Happiness comes from all directions
North, south, east, west
The best one comes when someone tells 
That you are one of the best 


This poem has been published in The dVerse Anthology. It is a collection of many beautiful poems from poets all around the world and has been edited by Frank Watson.

Wednesday 29 June 2011

The Fantastic Fall

He was clinging to confusion's cliff
With the tightest possible grip
As his body began to go stiff
His hands began to rip.

To his luck , he found  a thread
He thought of  holding on to it
Only realizing its a serpent instead
After he was severely bit

He prefers to fall silently
Towards the sea of reality
Swaying in the wind gallantly
 He discovers his inner serenity. 








Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday 


Tuesday 7 June 2011

The Calm before the Storm

Creatures of the day are sleeping..
Creatures of the night are peeping..
Its a dark and silent night.

The dry leaves are rustling.. 
The cool wind is whistling..
Its a cool and quiet night.

All of a sudden, there is a spark..
Sky is filled with clouds - huge and dark.. 
Its begun to drizzle.

Show of lightening and thunder..
Tearing the calmness asunder.. 
Things changed like a ruffled puzzle.

Now the strong scary wind growls..
As scared street dog howls..
Here comes the scornful storm! 

To its mighty force, the trees dance.. 
Blurred is everything, within a glance.. 
Nature has taken its fearful form.







Submitted as part of Thursday Poets Rally 47

Wednesday 1 June 2011

Wrong Direction

There were omens,
There were signs,
All pointing to a wrong direction.


A source which was luminous,
Looked like the pole star,
But pointing to a wrong direction.


Patterns were all erratic,
Left with memories antique,
On the wrong direction.





Prompted by Three Word Wednesday - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/06/3ww-ccxliii.html

Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday Week 51