Alert! Long post 🙂 Reader discretion advised 😀 Thank yous always need to take time ❤ Thank you!
Thirty posts over as many days
Through it all, I read, as if in a daze
Her words, consistent, unhesitant, unconditional
Motivating, encouraging, grabbing the gist, just… inspirational
The labyrinth to her her loving heart, a crystal clear maze ❤
Gushan Gev Bamboat (FB page LINK – and Blog for here here wala LINK )is who I speak of. A poet (masterful limericks at the drop of a hat are her forte)/wordsmith / generous and warm soul/ loving friend / an honest to goodness kind kind kind and empathetic woman. She’s been doing her limerick writing ever since when. And, as of 1 January, 2016, has been posting a limerick each day, yes EACH day, on her facebook wall called Lw/fw (The last word of today’s limerick will be the first word of tomorrow’s) and today, that is 1 May, 2017, she has posted Lw/Fw#487 🙂 You would be awed by her poetic flair 🙂
This blog is dedicated to her, as she has been the most consistent of readers and commenters, even though I’m terribly lax and absent from even reading or writing into her tiny but delightful, delicious limericks. All thirty (29 most likely, because she’s yet to read number 30, which this one is 😛 ) of her verses are far superior to what passes for verse here, unabashedly so 🙂
Gulshan, thank you, thank you, thank you, infinitely 🙂 There aren’t words enough, that suffice, as expression from this grateful heart. ❤ Big bear hug! I do love you so! ❤
Thanks also go out to all of you who dropped by at this blog, and read, left a like or two, or maybe a word, when you could. You all are pure awesome. I know. I should be doing the same, but since I ain’t that awesome, I izz not really nice, no? But yes, I shall be visiting, soon 🙂 Thank you, so very much.
This one’s for the love of the Limerick, each one so perfectly crafted, by Gulshan, as comments on the blogs for each day I had done the #NaPoWriMo. 🙂 And she’s been with the posts way before, in February, 2015, April 2015. when I took a shot at it 🙂
Giving in to temptation of the worst kind
Is when one does not apply the mind
The consequences are deadly
If one deliberately
Is blind to the sane sight-of-the-hind!
A Grandmother became a Dr Seuss
To cut short talk which was loose
About the Family of Peppa Pig
Which Grandottie loves time-big
And set right erroneous, vicious views!
How much we wait — let me count the hours
Nay! That’s futile — they would fill towers
But the infinite capacity
Of a Heart’s entity
Gives Patience prodigious powers!
The first day of an English class
Had eyes that were glazed as glass
Her *pupils* lauded
Gulshan too applauded
And to her fan-base some more she’ll amass!
If a quest for inner peace
Produces so piquant a piece
And all-seeing eyes
See through disguise
Then flying should be cake-a-piece!
Day#12 Po Mone.. (Blog Tradition, birthday post, for my elder son, Arjun ❤ )
She rambles, that’s a given, and she’s excused
Make no mistake — she is NOT accused
When it’s a son’s birthday
‘Tis just needless to say
That a mother’s heart is overwhelmingly suffused!
Day#13 Cornerstones (movie inspired, poetry requested, on “Arrival” (2016) )
A movie-inspired post
Requested by a young dost
No name given
So curiosity’s driven
And included, the memory of a baby’s ghost!
The sad situation of many a woman
Dungeons of darkness — never see the sun
And when finally free
They aren’t able to see
The light is blinding, the damage is done!
First, she long-lectures on laughter and teeth
Then, o’er dammed words she doth seethe
She’s ne’er tongue-tied
That’s her bright side
And last, she quietly slips metaphors underneath!
Four-letter words are definitely loaded
Meanings behind secretly horded
But the silence of this lamb
Is like unwanted e-mail spam
Unopened, in Trash, but for days hoarded!
I’d wish for air — a cool soothing breeze
Rustling through the thirsty trees
Let them embers turn to ash
Some of them’ve been rash
They’re done with Life, let them cease!
Ah yes, that persistent voice inside
That joins with the one that’s outside
The Rite of Passage is passed thru
Each love and lore writes anew
Onward and upward with that helping hand beside!
Innocence disappears inevitably
Rebellion suppressed indubitably
Peter Pan den(f)ied age
But ‘All the World’s a Stage’
And we deal with burnt bridges suitably!
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
She longs to write, but yet says the words mustn’t show
Dear Heart, you won’t fall apart
If, hesitantly we make a start
The twain SHALL meet if only you shoot an arrow from Cupid’s bow!
Another post about not meeting
After two forlorn days of not reading
But, dear girl,you have to realize
That these sun and moon guys
Were one and the same before Genesis conceiving!
Day#30, this one 🙂
Thank you, once again, Gulshan ❤
Gulshan Gev Bamboat
2 May, 2017
Day#30 of #NaPoWriMo 2017, National Poetry Writing Month. 2017
The last time I did this challenge was in 2015. 🙂 And here’s the (way better) conclusion to that one! Called, Thirty Days 😛 (LINK)
