Sunday 16 September 2012

First Poem

Poems, never thought I would write any
Though I had read and memorized  many 
Then on a fine afternoon in my classroom shade
In the English lecture of my twelfth grade
I was forced to write one of my own 
Fidgeting my brand new pen, up and down 
I wandered along my mind's cloud
Penning down my thoughts aloud
Taking inspiration from the Daffodils
That gathered over the vales and hills
I resonated a repetitive rhetorical refrain
Of a question that meandered my mind's lane
Framing up tiny couplets that would rhyme
Adding melodies to my mind's muted mime
I read through my first poem once it was done
Realizing that poetry is SO much fun


Written for Poetics : First Times at the dVersePoetsPub hosted by Fred Rutherford  

Friday 31 August 2012

Pleasant Presence

O mind of mine, why do you lurk in the past ?
When you ought to live in the present 
And build magnificent dreams for the future

I do see dreams, paving way to the future 
Yet they are all prejudiced by the past
Confounding my existence in the present 

O silly mind, life happens in the present
Only in its garden bloom flowers of future 
Not in the pleasured placebos of the past 

But in the pleasant presence of the present


Sunday 12 August 2012

Forgotten Fantasies

Some exchanged
Some estranged
Some received
Some deceived
A set of messages
Delicately treasured
In the depths
Of digital memory

Each of the tiny words
Written on electronic scrolls
Tenaciously teleporting
His thoughts
To a dream
Which was a paradise
To a realm
Which never existed 

It was a toy store
Which always enticed him
Anchoring him firmly 
To the pitches of past
Decking a smile on his face
Whenever he navigated 
The rhapsodical rail
of sugar coated words

A stern voice from within
Always warned him
To get rid of these
But another one would
Always hush it to silence
Until this day
When they disappeared
Forever lost beyond retrieval

He knew not what to do;
To rejoice at the achievement
Of obliviating an obvious obsession?
Or to regret at the loss
Of the most precious possession?
He sat there in numb trance
Silently admiring the rarity
Of a beautiful sadness



Prompted by Poetics : The Beautiful Sadness at dVerse Poets Pub by Stuart McPherson  and Wordle-68 by Brenda.



Sunday 29 July 2012

Et tu, Somnus!

Just when I need you the most
You vanish away like a ghost
I shout out your name in vain
For you have left me for my bane
My restless thoughts tremble
As a screaming silence ensembles

You never said you will be gone
Deserting me at the pits of Forlorn
Aren't you supposed to be my solace?
But instead you become my grimace
My head is beginning to pound
Yet there ain't any signs of you around

My eyes are burning for your sight
As I toggle myself from left to right
I can't stand this torment anymore
My patience has gone awfully sore
No strength left for more laments
I want you here this very moment

Without you my day would be all hazy
Nudging me to brink of being crazy
Tainting both my work and my play
I have no more words left to say
Come back you traitorous creep
I need you now O my dear sleep

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Prompted by Poetic Bloomings Prompt 65 - Betrayed 





Sunday 10 June 2012

Astute

A man who was very astute 
Never missed any chance to loot 
He did the same with Mr.Tardus 
Who got vexed and created a fuss
Before kicking him with a metal boot 



A gal who was very astute 
Always plunged at guys in suit 
A lot many to her words, fell prey 
But on one sad unlucky day 
A thief stole away all her life's loot 



Written for Limerick-Off Monday ~ Astute  by Madeleine Begun Kane

Friday 1 June 2012

In Case I Do Not Return

Just in case
I do not return
From the long and winding road
I wish
No one has any concern
For I have been here
too long
Maybe
I was mashed by travel's load
Just in case
I do not return

I might not have been
too strong
And became prey
to a hungry toad
I wish
No one has any concern
If I got caged
in a celestial song
For a large debt
I long owed
Just in case
I do not return

I may have just flew along
With the strong breeze that blowed
I wish
No one has any concern
If I wandered
to where I belong
When my soul's vehicle is towed
Just in case
I do not return
I wish
No one has any concern


Prompted by On Free Verse, Picasso, and Yachting at dVerse Poets Pub hosted by Samuel Peralta (which asks us to hide a structured poem in free verse. I chose to experiment with my first villanelle)
and also Carry On Tuesday #157 - The long and winding road ( the title and first line of one of The Beatles most memorable song)

Sunday 20 May 2012

Life ~ The Greatest Code Ever Written

He had no knowledge
Of high level languages 
Like C , C++, Java or Python 
Nor did he know
The low level languages 
Of Machine codes and Assembly 
For they did not exist when he began
Yet he wrote the greatest program ever

He had no requirements to be gathered 
Nor he had to list down his specification
As there was no one else around 
Maybe his solitude was his motivation 
He planned his architecture with finesse
And designed it with precise perfection   
He had no process models to follow
With a big bang he began implementation.

The first module he made was Time
He wrote it to be a daemon 
Ceaselessly executing in background 
Creating the plethora of perceptions
Of past , present and future 
Listening to the tireless tunes of time 
He created numerous particles 
which indulged in an eternal cosmic dance.

As 'Time' proceeded he progressed 
He had no release dates to worry about 
So he functioned with his divine comforts
Making sure he produces a masterpiece
The particles he made learned to innovate
To work with each other and collaborate
Expanding in size, complexity and beauty
Deploying what we now know as the Universe.

An aesthetic user experience was created
Of drifting galaxies sequined with twinkling stars
To hold these large modules together
He created a gluing driver called Gravity
Thanks to gravity smaller modules called Planets
Attached themselves to the twinkling stars
Each star executing an almost infinite loop
Of  fusing variable matter into constant energy.

Employing a randomization technique
To choose one of the billion stars
To test his new module, code-named  'Life'
Initializing the recipe for the primordial soup
In the boisterous boiling broth blossomed
An inflorescence of magical polymers
On this chain of special molecules
He checked-in the pivotal part of his code.

In the quaternary quartet of A,T,G,C
He compiled the first version of code
Executing this program with a single click
He watched the play from his abode 
From simple, singled celled microbes
To humans having brains with four lobes
Changes propagated steady and slow
Moulding to the rhythm of nature's flow

Prompted by Poetics : Tools Of The Trade at dVersePoetsPub.