Limerick on Gagan Narang

Yey! India gets its first Bronze medal.proud moments and limerick too

A bronze it is, from Narang dear
Wine for you for happy cheer
Just play your best
We celebrate with fest
There will be more, no need to fear

London - Gagan Narang opened India’s account at the London Olympics as he bagged a bronze medal in the 10m Air Rifle event on Monday.

Easy does it

Easy is as easy does it, 
If I put my soul to decide.

Climb the tree to pluck the fruit 
but why? 
I would use a long stick
Walk a mile to see a friend
but why?
I would rather video call
Journey through some thousand miles
but why?
I will rather read a travel book

Why must i choose the difficult path
When there are many easy solutions
I will only sweat a lot for a task
If there is sunshine at the end of the tunnel.

Give me a theme

I want to write a poem
but don't have the theme
my words are in an open field
lost without any dream
roaming in mid air
they have no branch
to sit and prune their hair
without a theme, they are nude
neither here nor there....

In a Distant Land

No traffic beeps, no hawker call

No children hop around my yard

No neighbors comes to share their views

No knock on my door at mid-afternoon

In silence, I sit in a distant land

Where sounds are just some whistles in air

The ruffle of winds and swoosh of trees

Bounce up and down on waves at sea

Its only when in festival times

Chanting puncture serenity and chime

Tapping feet move from town to lanes

Waltz the town to burning debates

The natives dress in floral gowns

Full of jest, they dance around

Life breaks dream to come alive

Its time for birds to rests for a while.

The noisy parade breaks silence at sea

The town now dons a carnival treats

Rains

Rain has become human today
frustrating and nagging
noisy and weepy
paralyzed my movements
with its angry storm
Rain! Go away! duh!

Arrested on train - Limericks

16 hours she talked nonstop
On mobile phone she went ‘bark bark’
Passengers were bored
They seized her phone
And got her arrested by Amtrak staff

Limericks inspired by this news here:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1388166/Lakeysha-Beard-arreste-train-talking-loudly-phone-16-HOURS.html

Sweet Dreams

friend wishes me sweet dreams
even though she knows
I m diabetic
she want to kill me
sweet is not good for me
even in dreams
she is wicked because
when she wishes me 'sweet dreams'
she giggles....

Two Days Ago

Two days ago
I rejoiced
when cloud cleared
tearing off its fluffy cloak 
dropping droplets of rain
few at first 
then some more 
and then many more 
with a whoosh sound
of its soft breeze
and I was content,


but that was two days ago
now it is back
to its scorching heat, 
with just a trickle 
of sticky sweat on my cheeks.

Some More Nonsense Verse

It takes patience to listen 
Brave are those who rant endlessly
Not caring it has not any audience
Rattle pattle chow chow
Glibber dibber they go on and on
So much endurance the wax in the ears
Yawns too loud n melts down
Walks angrily out to the cheeks
To see the babbler and bend his knees

I want to tell a story
of fire files and rain
like sparklers in the moonlight
they burn and fall into drain
but one fire-fly reincarnates
to tell a sweet tale
but since it has droppings on deaf ears
I will narrate its refrain

so Jack and Jill came back with a fool
with bags full of tin and copper
Jack wore a crown, but Jill was all browned
having swam all day on beaches in gown
singing ooh la la, ooh la la, whole day thereafter

cute little kids sing non-stop rhymes
the traffic stops still with their deafening noise
Jack and Jill, Hansel and Gretin all climb the bean stalk
sat cross-legged, to explore the chocolate house
Jack climbs down the bean stalk,and frightens the giant with a mouse

Just for day I went across
the seven seas to taste the salt
the dreaded society grew, all bots
sharing fishes and dogs in their thoughts
poem they call, banish them all
give the award and cash to only one who uses a towel

So Adorable

he speaks only monosyllables,
he speaks with his eyes,
his body language is so perfect
his squeals, a delight,
he can relate everything he wants,
he attracts full attention every time..
yeah,
he is just a 21-month-old-child.

he knows all his commands
will be obeyed day and night,
when he is ignored,
he will cry with all his might,

I know
he is a bully, with an adult mind,
Oh Gawd!
But he is such an adorable child.......

The Fisher Woman

Watercolour on PaperM. V. Dhurandhar (1867-1944)

Oily faced fisher woman
Does her rounds in my lane in turns
Her sari tucked tight between the slits
Of her fully formed round bums
She feeds the crows, all gills and fins
For fleshy fish, demands cash
Late evenings does some spiny spins
At night clubs, controlling trash
For bad guys who won’t listen to her
She suffocated them with fishy smell
But otherwise she is dancing, enjoying
And flashing her fake jewels

Musical

I tried to sing today

The same tune that we crooned yesterdays

There was no life

Did you take that warmth away with you?

The words flowed easily,

Cascading memories, sliding one over another

But the images were blurred

Do you have the negatives with you?

There was rhythm in the music

But my heart did not bleat

It stood still

Do you know the tempo to that tune?

If you decide to come over this side

Bring back those notes

I need to re-wrap my body for eternity

April Platform Challenge: Day 2

Today’s Goals

Short term plan

Wake up early, brush my teeth

Wash my face, have my tea

Showered and dressed, go to coffee shop

Meet the professional web designer who is on top

Share notes with her to polish my site

Walk to post office to extract the cash

Long time, It’s frozen in the bank

Buy some clothes and pair of shoes

Walk down the street to have some meals

One more errant I have to do for a friend

Check her house to see all is well

Pay her bills, check the lights

Warn her maid to clean her house

Come back home and check my mails

Maybe snooze in the middle of the day

Evening might, go visit a friend

To check if she is fine and well

Stricken with cancer, I am told

But brave she is, now on medication

Home bound now, doesn’t walk on the road

Come back home and back to work

To complete my book that’s now a bore

Long term plan

Build a stronger bond with my friend.

Other folks drying their ink for April Poem-a-Day Challenge 

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April PAD Challenge - Sestina

From night to day, she read his verse

Loved random stranger on network site

His chats was long and full of heat

She glowed from warmth, basked in joy

Even crept closer to his emotional bytes

Across thousand miles, she found a friend

Soon, born was the desire to meet this friend

For a book launch, invited he, to hear his verse

She had cherished his poems on bytes

Excitedly, she invited her offline friends on site

To meet this stranger and share her joy

Whom she never truly knew but felt the heat

In the middle of the afternoon, in scotching heat

They set out to meet her online friend

Famous and popular was he, they felt the joy

At hearing him on live, as he read his verse

He basked in fame, waved at crowd at the site

But expressions were unreal, so were his sound bytes

He was indifferent, not so warm like on bytes

His tone was cold, in his words, no heat

Stood nervously, unsure of herself at the site

Failed he to acknowledge her as a friend

Even though she recited, over and over, all his verse

He stared at her, his face devoid of joy

Rejected, lonely she felt no joy

Saw the caravan of lies under the cloud of bytes

Was that just random chats of unstring verse

Carelessly marching thoughts without any heat

No way was this expected of a friend

Whom she had loved each day on twitter site

She un-friended him from social site

In offline real friend she found more joy

Whom she met, touched, he was true friend

In virtual world, there are just bytes

In real world, there is much warmth and heat

Life is smooth with pleasant verse

Search no friend on network sites

In emotional verse there be some joy

But on virtual bytes there breeds no heat.

More Nonsense Verse

You cheat on me everyday
I have decided
no more tests for you
keep her, I need to rest
I have realized
you don't brush your teeth everyday


Your dog climbed the steps
fell off on a beer bottle
how careless can you be
to bring a drunkard for coffee
who walks on just two paws
Leaving footsteps on my lawn
Go away,
There is no mad hatter party

Nonsense Poems

one by one dreaded poets come
scoop they say, for a verse that's scum
compose they do after a shot of rum
but their words so terrible that I need to run
they rejoice thinking it's all fun
each with cheeky poems, recited out of turn
I wait, hoping they will entertain some
and have a last laugh when its is all undone




Bartender’s society, all delicacies spread
On the side is the verse that drools during fest
Embarrassed, they sneak beneath the table mat
But their voices spice up the dinner jest

Happy Birthday to my Cousin

With every passing year
The affection grows
Our bonds gets stronger
As we grow wiser
People notice and wonder
If it's just a passing phase
They are unaware of our summers
Spent apart
Sometimes faraway
In a distant land
How unsure we are
If we will ever meet again
The words begin to pause
We have nothing to say

But each year the memory blends
and inextricably binds
yet it isolates.

Blessed is the day
that brought you in to this world
and painted my zone
with tiny dots of love

Weird Friend

She knows she is weird
but what can she do?
She is up in the good times
She is down, when blue
She will order PaniPuri
but will drink just tea
But girl
She is my best friend
and does only 
What weird people do

She writes strange histories
Of sinister facts
She churns out poetry
All in a jest
and sometimes when lonely
she beats her chest
But girl
She is my best friend
And a weirdest too

How can i tell her
She is my weird friend
How can I tell her
The truth
Every time we meet
When I see her,
Its a treat 
But girl
She only does what
Weird people do

That's a Thrill

I stand trembling amidst the trees

Silently kissed by passing breeze

Icicle of desire on top of the hills

Melt in lust, now that’s a thrill

I stretch my arms and swing on birch

Left to right and right to left

Buds and flowers join in drill

Dancing now, that’s a thrill

The birds come tweeting on the trees

Flapping wings as they swing with me

Wind is filled with loud clear shrill

Hear that? Now that’s a thrill

A warm soft vapor fills the air

Soaked in joy, to me they whisper

'I Love You'

Mom’s Sari

Mom’s sari is in my wardrobe

Untouched since last five years

White, a bit yellowed

But it hangs there next to my clothes

The fragrance is still there

Of lavender, the perfume

That she used after she bathe

It was one of her prized collections

Elegantly dressed

She wore only during special occasion

White, silky fine

The shine is still there

Mom is never coming back

She will never ever wear it

But it stands there in my ward robe

Know not till when

I can relax in India

When in Spain it's such a pain
Can't order food online
The distances are far apart
Meals don't reach home on time
I slog, I chop and cook each morsel
Before I munch. It's a crime
The food in Spain is oh-so bland
Cold meat or chicken fried
India is the place to be
On lazy days,when sublime
I stretch my limbs and might lay still
Yet the cooked food is served on time

Freedom to Xpress

You play with words 
Creating hundred excuses, 
it flatters me not.
It's the truth
I want to hear
even though I know 
that your venomous biting facts 
might slice my heart
I want to trust you 
Just say 
what is on your mind or 
Keep quiet and 
I shall read your eyes. 


From today I grant you a freedom to express..
go ahead

Pre-Valentine message

 I will be in coma till Valentine's day
 I have heard 'love' brings much too much pain
 the emotional arrows strike hard and bend
 bleeding tears from our dearest friends

Freedom

lips are sealed
glued for ever
their quivered thoughts
generated ripples
 in the opinionated  world
that once had
freedom to squeak

Micro Poetry on Twitter

bit by bit
i removed pieces of glass
under my shoes
wore newer courage
and followed you 


a bright idea was born in my head
but unfortunately had to mold it,
gift wrap it and
present it in the way
most suitable for you


in my mind's eye

it was a straight path

with rosy destination
but still got lost
in labyrinth of path with you

tied a string
to the feet of dove
and tasted the freedom
as I flew up in sky
without you

Story in 140 characters

Wrote this story in 140 characters

Memorized all love songs, lyrics touching her soul, TILL she met him offline. Then she stopped singing forever 

Meeting

I met a friend after many years, 
He wanted to know many things, 
Winters spent, 
Rainy days, 
Moments of summers cherished, 
I stood uncomfortable, 
Balancing myself on his random thoughts

Get well soon

The sun rays filters through your room,, 
Pick up the grains of love, 
Its just a phase of trying times 
But I know you will soon be well.

Story in 140 characters

“There is no escape” she ran as fast as she could and quickly entered a hair salon to change her hair-style



 She waited every evening for 6pm when children came to play and her loneliness rested for a while

Mumbai Winters- Random Thoughts

The woolen shawl, that lay crumpled between the stack of clothes for many months, finally emerges and wraps itself around me spreading warmth, the coldness of Mumbai sulks.....

The New Year Limericks

Now the New Year’s arrived, women swear

That they will stop living in constant fear

Bad men will be hushed

Their friend request to be flushed

Only those be welcomed who really care

Happy to share with PurpleTreeHouse

Happy New Year 2012

Many years have passed watching, New Years turn old in just 365 days, we pick up pieces of tattered experiences searching for lost memories, something lost, something gained, right, wrong, like jigsaw puzzle we join the pieces, fixing them, hoping that next Year will not be same but a wee bit better than the year before....we dream on....