Weathered staff, muddy boots, broken time-piece, rugged coat, fiddle, pencil stub, yellowed pages, old photograph, parched wine-skin, coffee beans & dry flowers...scribblings of a wandering gypsy. Yes, this is the place where I scribble all my thoughts in the form of poetry.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
So tired of trying...
So tired of trying,
Just want to be
A languid afternoon breeze,
A drowsy yawn,
A falling maple leaf,
on a dusky dawn.
So tired of trying
Just want to be
A forgotten lyric
A remembered fawn.
A pug-nosed sheep
With unkempt hair
and braided thoughts.
So tired of trying
Just want to be
An empty soul
An insignificant vowel
An umbrella torn on a rainy day..
So tired of trying
Just want to be
The next buffoon
The static nomad
So tired of trying
Just want to be
Left alone
No questions
No answers
No patience
No will.
So tired..
Dead tired.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Memories...
You and I
Lying on the grass…
Looking up
And counting the stars…
Giving names
To one and each…
Lifting our fingers
Pretending, them, we can reach…
Sharing silly stories
Laughing like kids…
Being with each other
Filled with such bliss…
Looking together
In the same direction…
Sharing a dream
So near to perfection…
My arms around you
your safety, your shield…
Your soothing touch
My heart’s content and fulfilled…
We feign ignorance
To the moon’s descent slow…
Which will give way to tomorrow
When you will have to go…
Time we can’t enslave
But this moment we can save…
Like children
The moment we seize…
The feeling, the togetherness
In our memories we try to freeze…
The memories will be
Penned in my diary’s page…
So that they don’t vanish
I will keep them in cage…
When you far away,
When you are not near…
That page will be
Kissed by my falling tears…
Racism abolished.- Kyrielle(French) Sonnet
Yes, my tryst with experimentation continues. I've decided to try out a new form of poetry every month. This time, I've tried my hand at Kyrielle(French) Sonnet.
A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet).Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet.This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be:
AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.
Splendid floral stems, fresh in vase,
Unified vibrant visual treat.
Beautiful smiling; close they stood,
Relieved from tones of racism.
Feathers various; flocked up so close,
On wondrous flying albatross.
Warm calico; on her adorned,
Relieved from tones of racism.
White or black, or deep brownie hues,
Moulded us God, of the same clay.
Harmonious dwell; let’s today,
Relieved from tones of racism.
Splendid floral stems, fresh in vase,
Relieved from tones of racism.
A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet).Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet.This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be:
AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.
Splendid floral stems, fresh in vase,
Unified vibrant visual treat.
Beautiful smiling; close they stood,
Relieved from tones of racism.
Feathers various; flocked up so close,
On wondrous flying albatross.
Warm calico; on her adorned,
Relieved from tones of racism.
White or black, or deep brownie hues,
Moulded us God, of the same clay.
Harmonious dwell; let’s today,
Relieved from tones of racism.
Splendid floral stems, fresh in vase,
Relieved from tones of racism.
Labels:
Experiments..
Friday, January 2, 2009
The Beginning- Helen Steiner Rice
I wanted to start the year 2009 with an optimistic rhyme. Rather than starting the year with one of my silly rhymes, I thought I'll post a poem that has been written by one of my favourite poets of all time- Helen Steiner Rice. I've made some changes to this poem but they are negligible.
How often we wish for another chance
To make a fresh beginning
A chance to blot out our mistakes
And change failure into winning.
It will not take a new year
To make a brand new start
It only takes deep desire
To try with all our heart.
To live a little better
And to always be forgiving
And to add a little sunshine
To the world in which we are living.
So never give up in despair
And think that you are through
For there is always a tomorrow
And the hope of starting anew.
How often we wish for another chance
To make a fresh beginning
A chance to blot out our mistakes
And change failure into winning.
It will not take a new year
To make a brand new start
It only takes deep desire
To try with all our heart.
To live a little better
And to always be forgiving
And to add a little sunshine
To the world in which we are living.
So never give up in despair
And think that you are through
For there is always a tomorrow
And the hope of starting anew.
Labels:
Optimism.
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