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.
Friday, February 26, 2010
The fallen pride
Amidst the branches of a sycamore tree,
Sprouted a new leaf, a very fine leaf.
Covered in shades of lustrous green,
She swayed in pride, with her sheen pristine.
Across a loose twig on the very same tree,
Aged an old leaf, lone in her tremulous trill.
Cloaked in a russet, she too sang her song,
Rustling amongst others in the springtime breeze.
One bright morning as the great sun shined,
Smirked the new leaf, at the aging one.
Mockingly, she giggled at the lonely leaf,
As she rubbed her coat, and shined in the rising sun.
Nay! Laugh ye, O my lovely little one,
For I was once a leaf, more charmed than ye.
Time and autumn but soon shall hail,
Erode us both, and be shed by our mother tree.
Soon a lumberjack’s axe did fall,
Out on a branch of the very same tree,
Fell our new leaf, bleeding to the ground,
Bruised, trodden- her pride had proven costly.
Labels:
Nature,
Something different,
Thought-provoking
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
A Soldier's Funeral-Nonnet
A nonnet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line
seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes with one syllable. It goes like this:
line 1 - 9 syllables
line 2 - 8 syllables
line 3 - 7 syllables
line 4 - 6 syllables
line 5 - 5 syllables
line 6 - 4 syllables
line 7 - 3 syllables
line 8 - 2 syllables
line 9 - 1 syllable
Oh how good was he that lies in shrouds,
A friend in need, good friend indeed.
Slain brave in war’s rage forefront,
Soldier firm; corpse in flag.
Widow, then two kids,
Unconsoled weeps.
Gun salute,
Echoes,
Sighs.
seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes with one syllable. It goes like this:
line 1 - 9 syllables
line 2 - 8 syllables
line 3 - 7 syllables
line 4 - 6 syllables
line 5 - 5 syllables
line 6 - 4 syllables
line 7 - 3 syllables
line 8 - 2 syllables
line 9 - 1 syllable
Oh how good was he that lies in shrouds,
A friend in need, good friend indeed.
Slain brave in war’s rage forefront,
Soldier firm; corpse in flag.
Widow, then two kids,
Unconsoled weeps.
Gun salute,
Echoes,
Sighs.
Labels:
Dark Poetry,
Despair/Gloomy,
Experiments..
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Ti amo tesoro mio...
Sweetheart,
I somehow didn't want to write a typical 'I can't live without you', 'You mean the world' kind of stuff 'cos you already know very well what the two of us share and I didn't want to trivialise our bond by stating the obvious and acting mushy about it in a letter. This is just a thank-you note on this Valentine's from my side. Thanks for putting that smile on my face by cracking a joke just when I would be tensed and worried about something. Thanks for laughing at all those silly jokes of mine. Thanks for patiently listening to me when I would just go on blabbering about my own little problems. Thanks for calling me up again the next day even after I would go off to sleep over the phone while you tried sharing your little problems with me. Thank you for always taking the initiative to set things straight between us after a fight, knowing very well that I'm too stubborn and stuck-up to take the first step. Thanks for somehow not letting the physical distance between us affect what we share. Thanks for making me feel important and loved. Thanks for just making me feel complete. Thanks for being so understanding and caring. In short, thanks for just being there. :) You might think that I do not notice and appreciate these small things because I never mention it but these things do mean a lot to me and you're indeed special and I do love you a lot. Just remain the way you are :)
I've written a poem for you as well. Somehow the poem doesn't do justice to what I feel for you but this is the best I could come up with right now....
At times like these…
When I am feeling
down and out.
When my dreams have gone dumb,
but my nightmares shout.
At times like these…
When my picture perfect
life seems shattered.
When I don’t have the strength
to pick the pieces that lay scattered.
At times like these…
When my ship is caught
in a sea that’s unruly.
When my shore looms afar
and my guiding star I can’t see.
At times like these…
When there is no sinew left
to take one more step.
When my spirit is bereaved of
all the verve and pep.
At times like these…
When this world is mocking me
and I feel withered.
When my today is insipid
and my tomorrow is blurred.
At times like these…
I close my eyes
and picture thee.
I am rekindled and enflamed
by the warmth surrounding me.
At times like very these…
I search my soul
and feel your presence.
I submit to you.
I surrender to your essence.
Ti amo tesoro mio :)
I somehow didn't want to write a typical 'I can't live without you', 'You mean the world' kind of stuff 'cos you already know very well what the two of us share and I didn't want to trivialise our bond by stating the obvious and acting mushy about it in a letter. This is just a thank-you note on this Valentine's from my side. Thanks for putting that smile on my face by cracking a joke just when I would be tensed and worried about something. Thanks for laughing at all those silly jokes of mine. Thanks for patiently listening to me when I would just go on blabbering about my own little problems. Thanks for calling me up again the next day even after I would go off to sleep over the phone while you tried sharing your little problems with me. Thank you for always taking the initiative to set things straight between us after a fight, knowing very well that I'm too stubborn and stuck-up to take the first step. Thanks for somehow not letting the physical distance between us affect what we share. Thanks for making me feel important and loved. Thanks for just making me feel complete. Thanks for being so understanding and caring. In short, thanks for just being there. :) You might think that I do not notice and appreciate these small things because I never mention it but these things do mean a lot to me and you're indeed special and I do love you a lot. Just remain the way you are :)
I've written a poem for you as well. Somehow the poem doesn't do justice to what I feel for you but this is the best I could come up with right now....
At times like these…
When I am feeling
down and out.
When my dreams have gone dumb,
but my nightmares shout.
At times like these…
When my picture perfect
life seems shattered.
When I don’t have the strength
to pick the pieces that lay scattered.
At times like these…
When my ship is caught
in a sea that’s unruly.
When my shore looms afar
and my guiding star I can’t see.
At times like these…
When there is no sinew left
to take one more step.
When my spirit is bereaved of
all the verve and pep.
At times like these…
When this world is mocking me
and I feel withered.
When my today is insipid
and my tomorrow is blurred.
At times like these…
I close my eyes
and picture thee.
I am rekindled and enflamed
by the warmth surrounding me.
At times like very these…
I search my soul
and feel your presence.
I submit to you.
I surrender to your essence.
Ti amo tesoro mio :)
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