Words fracture splintering brains in concussive reverie.
Her little voice across the phone last night:
“I saw your picture in the paper. Nice!”
(My writers’ group, one afternoon of white
snow, candy canes, hot chocolate, gave a slice
of literature with readings, workshops, sales
of our own books before the Christmas rush.)
And then my granddaughter asked, voice in trails
of hope, “Can I come over?” In a hush
of happiness how I agreed. “I’ll bring
my books and I could have my lesson.” Yes!
She plays piano. I, the richest king,
anticipated her arrival, press
of long brown hair against my chest. And soon
I saw her lime-green coat. She ran to me,
“Hi, Memah.” O, that sweetened perk. The moon
last night shone brighter than the stars. To be
with her is treasure. How this charmer brings
me joy with laughs and smiles tucked in so tight
that every polished moment like this clings
with stubborn happiness and makes dark light.
It’s the lonely old man’s birthday.
He remembers his 10th birthday, 60 years ago, when he celebrated it with friends, parents, and boxes of water guns.
He remembers his 30th birthday, 40 years ago, when he celebrated it with partners, mistresses and wads of cash.
He remembers his 50th birthday, 20 years ago, when he celebrated it with children, grandchildren and bottles of champagne.
Today he celebrates his 70th birthday with a wooden table, a wooden chair, and four empty walls.
His mind is of anticipation. A wooden box, a wooden dais, a small white floral wreath.
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hollow eyes -
rainbows of youth
faded, dull grey hues
plague cloudy skies.
winged dreams fall
battered, bashed, shattered, torn.
muted screams heard –
from the aching
they cling onto shreds of
I walk along the rivers
Which sources lie between
The pale white clouds in the sky
Which ends anywhere
Its tail a snaking wisp of smoke
I want to cross
The rickety wooden bridge
To the other side,
An uncharted mysterious terrain where
Strangeness is subjective.
January, and with it comes new courage,
I finally cross it.
The raging rapids conquered
The dark red blood glistens in the night
The dark red blood glistens in the night
Narrating the story of British Raj’s might
How a kind boy was killed at first glance
where now his lover is forced to dance
Who will, against this injustice, fight?
This deed of the Raj can never be right
the story behind which I now write
That kid was of no proper civil stance
Now his dark red blood glistens in the night.
What was about him, that the Raj fright
Was it his, against the oppression, fight?
He was not even given a last glance
Drowned in the black river at first chance
Now his lover dances at the same site
Where his dark red blood glistens in the night.
The story, I am narrating, through this poem- is loosely based on a Hindi prose- “एहिं थैया झुलनी हैरानी हो रामा…” by Shivprasad Mishra “Rudra”.
Poetic style- Rondeau
A french form of poetry consisting of 3 stanzas, 13 original lines and 2 refrains of the I line of the poem.
1. 8-10 syllables per line.
2. Structure with rhyme scheme-
Love so fair
Love so sly
Sly is who I am
Sly is the world
World so dreary
World is a dream
Dream in the night
Dream of the day
Day quite warm
Day with a charm
Charm act outward
Charm so fake
Fake is who I am
Fake is this world
Enlightens the path
Enlightens my soul
Soul concept of life
Soul concept of death
Death for me and you
Death so inevitable
Depression controls mind
Mind your own business
Mind so lame
Lame is who I am
Lame is the world
World so sultry
World where I live
Live in the shadow
Live in the oblivion
Sky so high
Sky so blue
Cheese of cow
Cheese I love
Love is who I am
Love is the world
World is yours
World is mine
Well, I hope you are not angry for reading this poem(yes it is a poem) which is full of meaningless phrases and words.
But I loved writing it and I hope you are also going to love it.
Blitz is a 50-line poem, completely made up of small phrases. Rules-
1. Line 1 should be one short phrase or image.
2. Line 2 should be one short phrase or image, using the same first word as the first words of Line 1.
3. Line 3 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 2.
4. Line 4 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 2.
5. Line 5 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 4.
6. Line 6 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 4.
7. Line 7 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 6.
8. Line 8 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 6.
9. Keep on repeating the routine till Line 48.
10. Line 49 is the last word(only) of Line 48.
11. Line 50 is the last word(only) of Line 47.
If you have any questions, do ask them. And try it- I know it is a little time consuming and a little confusing as well, but it is quite entertaining when we write it.