missing
life, Love, Nature

Something A Miss

Genesis began a void

an empty black-hole

on whose fringes blinding

yellowness dwells.

Something a miss in the center!

What, I shall never know?

A fissure somewhere in

the embellish wall in-front.

Always one brick less in the

cemented wall of our

existence…

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Great Land
History, Inspiration, Legend, Literature, Love, Nature, poetry

The Great Land

Standing in the land of the great Apaches

Midst blooming wild poppies

and the mammoth elephant grasses,

thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had.

May be the days of  chivalric Camelot are over,

as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair;

vicious winds from the North gushed 

echoing footsteps of a massive feet

opening a narrow pass for the

grim shadow of Lincoln to flicker by,

leaving behind trails of the Fallen Soldiers

on the path once trodden by the

fierce Indian Tribes.

Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Love, Nature, poetry

A Glance

 

A glance is enough for the heart to beat

to  transform naivety into shrewdness 

of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past

to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case

it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings

fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds

never chirp on the skeletal trees, insects don’t

dwell in the deceased fallen barks, dimpled

cheek cupids doesn’t appear for those who

always wait and sigh, no ballads are sung

on the onset of  youth, nor a tear on its passing,

some do age without the grace of a glance

and leave the grim world  still longing for

 one glance.

 

Flower Wreath
Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Literature, Love, poetry, Self-Help

Pride of A Flower Wreath

Weaved with a lot of skill and compassion

Oblivious stood erected in disdain 

Persian turquoise, Indian indigo…

You name it, and I had flowers of different valleys

Bathed in egotism, adorning-robe of pride

Relishing my pristine appearance, while

Scorning others, self gloating was my sin

Sure of my fate, to be embellished at 

reception decor Of heavenly virgin bride, 

I Spoke meticulously the tongue of vanity,

My artisan a blind simpleton 

Crafted me with great virtuosity 

A connoisseur of colors, arranged

Silk flowers with tears filled with pity 

But I basking in the glory of self adulation 

Elated, high browned  looked down on him.

On other customary bunches, turn after turn

Dates after dates,  final day arrived wrapped in laced

White Upholstery, escorted in a black Lemo

to a town of a black widows, shrieking wailing 

unwelcomed my arrival, roughly handled and bruised 

was placed on a coffin of one senile old man, whose

only act of courage was a piece of land where he 

was to buried.

 

life, poetry

Life Happens

We begin grand, lofty 

curved, meshed up chords 

entangled at the centers, 

lefts and rights, inflated at 

the very core  with crimson

bloods raging and ranting

in those youthful bulbous

veins but then Boom! One 

more sonic Boom! A Bang!

Life happens….

I am no enlightened soul

I am nobody, just address me

somebody , but I know my

mama told me,

Life will straighten out the

most twisted chords!

 

autumn, feminine, food

My Kitchen Empire

When my man is under the spell of elusive

raven nights, I carry in my bosom a long

-held secret, in glimmers of the faint

candle-light

 

I carefully lay my eyes upon the shelves of my

oriental kitchen, laden with my bridal 

copper pots & pans, embellished of

emerald peacocks and exquisite

Mughal florets.

 

My majestic Indian Mortar, Earthen Moroccan

Tagine lay enthroned midst the spice

bazaar, magical herbs gilded like

jewels in the crown of my

Kitchen Empire .

 

As I stir heavenly liquids against thick walls of

ashen pots the mushroom fumes of blunt

peppers, topaz turmeric soar much high

raising the temperatures of cold

Connecticut nights.

 

Uncle Sage and Aunty Rosemary sit beside me

all night whispering to me the magic that

will unfold tonight, as I stir the curry

in circles with all my might I often

shed a tear- or so on 

 my plight ,

 

The divine basil fills up my senses and assures

that things will go alright, while the ruby

peppers keep raising the temperatures,

and tiny sparkling drops crawls through

neck much to my annoyance.

 

Lamenting lemon appears, splitting into a glorious

vision of two, infusing with the clear waters

of great American Land quenching my

thirsts with concoction of fabled

lemonade. 

 

As the coterie of spices tinker in the pot, I realize

I need one more ploy and blow a puff of

aphrodisiac Fenugreek to stop the

ensuing battle tonight…

 

All this and more till oriental sun-rises on my imperial

Kitchen Durbar….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wedding
Humour, life

Wish Something Do Us Apart ( humor)

Auspicious rings are exchanged holy priest

with a same weird slurp proclaims

them man & wife, little did they

they know, the perpetual struggle

is the fate they signed for.

 

From now on they are soul mates

in epic fashions of their parents who

till lived agreed on almost nothing,

It’s all but the lawful decree…

 

After years of challenge against a planned

disregard, one will succumb take a

beat and offer incessant yeses

impromptu head-nodes, several 

conceited smiles, a reassurance

that I am still listening,

 

An affirmation that the ring from Christies

is still shining bright, then there are days

of extortions, money- launderings  just

when situation seems under control

bachelor St. Valentines is approaching

with 1000-dollar bills…

 

More blackmails and menaces are insight

monstrous-in-law are heard knocking

on the front-doors, opportunist kids

slid through back-doors waiting for

the right moment, siding always

with the opposite party.

 

Finally silent negotiations are made on 

the dinner tables, where sizzling hot

pies are served, each disgruntled

soul thinking I deserve the best

piece of that pie…

ring
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Pain

Pain often reclines at 

the back of my parched throat

on other occasions it

runs smoothly uninterrupted

in green veins, free-flowing, 

as it is always the case love

is conditional, whereas pain

fills up the thirsty eyes, 

morphing into tiny tender

crystals cascading down

the gaunt cheeks 

without a bang or a crackle 

so quietly, so gently…