Sunday 5 February 2012

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

Friday 3 February 2012

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.