Exquisite

The dew on a spider’s web

Diamond bright; short-lived.

 

That first shot-

Bending over the horizon,

The blush-pink sun.

A new bride

Yet to grow, and rule.

 

Just as exquisite is that

Sliver you drive

Carefully, ever so carefully

Slathered with love

So your eyes seem to say

Right into my heart

Easing it bit by aching bit

With all that you don’t say.

 

Exquisite, the tremor

Of the dew-like drop

Latched to the quivering lashes

Before taking the plunge.

 

So exquisite,

I’m spoiled for any less fare.

 

20 April, 2017

Day#20 of #Napowrimo, 2017 – National Poetry Writing Month 2017

Eyes Wide Shut

I zone in, zone out
In the singular hope
That someday, I shall fly.

Ha! The reader here, goes.
The eccentric rambler,
You must understand,
Hears expressions eyes make.

Particularly, the rolling of the eyes.

It tingles, and this rambler knows
Just which word will send you off…
Crinkle your nose, sometimes,
Yet other times, twitch your eyebrow,
In disdain, or utter confusion 😛

She does not need to see you
To know all about that grin you’re hiding
A snigger or a snort sometimes too!

This blog writes, errr… rambler.
And it sees, more than you know 🙂
Even if there is no passing reader 🙂

And yes, one day, I shall fly.
Believe you me.
For now, suspend your willing disbelief…

And join me, as we weave wings
With words, waiting close…

And soar, as only a word can send you.

In flights of fancy.

11 April, 2017

Day#11 of #Napowrimo, 2017 – National Poetry Writing Month 2017

Online, silly, surreal and absurd. Do excuse this rambler. She is on a quest for  inner peace, and till such time she finds it, this is going to happen here 😛

Stalemate

Yes, I dared.
To speak.
And more.
To act as well.
Upon them words.

Caught you unawares, I know.

Still, what matters
Is this.

Caught your eye.

Didn’t I just!

Your move, mate.

And see if I’m not
Prepared.

I’m game.

The game.

It quite devours. Does it not?

Done. Dusted. Or not.
And then we wonder
What the eff just happened!

11 February, 2017
Online, on traitorous thoughts of trivialities tending to tempt tantrums 😛
Go figure. 😛 

 

Auto…correct

There is so much I
Want to say.

I do want to.

So I do.

But, damn.

Double dayymmn.

Wants ain’t important.
Needs are.
They know that-
Them words.
Them words that rule the roost
In here.

So I say, want.
But them needs slip out.
Those sneaky sneaky
Words, slipping between
The spaces of those wants.

Too late. I’ve said it.
In Black and White.
Red in the face.
That slips into
The grey areas of my
Non existence.

Slip of the tongue.
Of the Mind.
Needs. Wants.

There’s a canvas
Waiting to be drawn
Quartered and hung.

A visible tapestry
A mosaic.
Intricate. Exquisite.
Poignant.

Because it is
Painted in pain.

18 January, 2017

Un(en)titled As Yet

Plucking formless shapes
From the angst within
Giving them names
Fond, obsessive-

You’re by far the favourite.

I tell that particular
Jagged shard
With his name on it.

You shall forever be
Impaled in my heart.
Try as I might
I know I’ll never
Be safe, without you.

To let you go,
Would bleed me
Lifeless.

And with you-
Within-
That slow poison
Of your affectation
Would consume
Any life

I could own.

And yet, Am I?
Am I not?

I am lost.
Without you.

5 January, 2017

Online, because them words demand my attention 🙂