Longer-Shorter-Here~er-September!

If you’re flummoxed by the title (well actually, I guess you are, most of the time, with titles here 😛 ), you’ll be debriefed soon, when you see the matching-matching nonsensical limerick to follow 🙂

Ruchi, Worcoiner, her blog avatar says, invited us to join her in September Musings, and the eager-beaver-procrastinator that I am, I jumped in with both feet (in my mouth I now realize 😀 ) and whole self in. I wrote on 1st September, but could not post it, so here it is:

Day#1 of         🙂 Click on picture to be taken to Ruchi’s blog 🙂

Neat, na? How I did that? Heheheheee….

Alrighty, here goes that limerick. (Thanks To Gulshan, a constant here, for the motivation to being her-way 😀 ), offering #1 @September Musings – I love how whether or not there’s a muse doesn’t really affect them Musings! Who knows, I might just muse enough 🙂

Longer-Shorter-Here~er-September 🙂

Thirty days has September

Feels kinda longer

At least in the head

Which, with much work, is fed

And hours, in them days, be shorter!

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Comprende, Amigos? 😀

1 September, 2018, Day#1@September Musings

Thank you Ruchi!

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Worn

We wear them.

Wear them down?

No mending ever

Of the wear and tear.

Just trudge on, most times,

With the excess baggage

Of what they mean to us.

Too precious, to lose.

Too crucial, to discard.

Too sentimental, sometimes;

For existing without them,

Is a long and barren road.

So we wear them

Monosyllabic, or poly-

Always stressed these days

Even those that need none.

Care-worn, careful, careless never

Their brilliant raiment often stymied

By walls that meet them, across un-discernible

Boundaries, set in stone, within the mind.

By the time you’ve found the right ones

To clothe your intent, your hesitant foray

Into a semblance of expression

They’re shorn of warmth,

Of possiblities that might break walls

And the intricate snowflake, it could be

Merely melts, into a murky puddle.

They, in turn, have worn you down.

14 June, 2018

A niggling push that began yesterday, while at work, and began to write itself, through the mobile app, completed on a desktop 😛 One of those writes that pushed, and got out. Sigh.

Zest

Grab them opportunities

Infuse inclination

(Like really, let it sit for a whit

Not too long though – it’s got to be fresh!)

Season, with the visions of what could be

Never mind the proportions

So long as they come, to you,

At you, unhesitatingly.

Most times involuntarily, you’ll find 🙂

And exercise you zany-ness

Just don’t let go

Or give up!

You’ll sense that surge, welling up

Within.

You’ll then cease to exist.

For you’d have then seen

How you can just live!

 

27 April, 2018, Day#26 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018

You Are Loved

Love is a craving

That never quite gets

Fulfilled.

You love, with an intensity,

Most times with a

Sense of entitlement

That expects the same

From your loved one!

Knowing full well

What a gypsy the heart is

Loving who it will,

You, perhaps.

Never exclusive, but

Inclusive of so very much.

You still crave that the Love

Be this way or that,

Be this much or that…

Never understanding,

As the wise saying goes…

It is not to love, but be loved

That is the greatest blessing.

You are loved.

Why is it so hard to believe. that?

26 April, 2018, Day#25 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018

 

xxiv

This here silly rhyme is a mental wrecks

For I was looking for words starting with ‘x’

Too many (really!!! 😛 ) obfuscating, annoying and plain unreal

So, I went with a Roman (numeral, errr, 😀 ) feel

‘Cos here, (and only here! )  can I, words, rhymes, nonsense, blissfully annexe! 😛

26 April, 2018, Day#24 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018

I sympathise, it IS getting sillier 😛 But the upside is that it’s getting done! 😀