It’s a traditional Mughlai main
course
All you need is Basmati, vegetables,
Spices, saffron, dry fruits, ghee
And the most important of all
Is your love, love and love
Love for the ingredients
Love for culinary art
Love for those whom you serve
If one of the items in the list
is missing
Mughlai aroma will flit
With it the taste
And you are done for
Written for MTB @ dVerse PoetsPub where we are to write ‘a list poem’
Glint of stars in eyes
A whole sky in two hearts
Today is a rose
It’s not true that I never played
with dolls
It’s also true that I played with
bats and balls
A wild child with unkempt hair
was me
Who loved climbing a special
mango tree
Spoilsport red ants would declare
war
Taking the gazelle form we’d jump
afar
Limbs were in place but if the news
got home by some dolt
Spanks were not spared to make
sure the child wasn’t spoilt
Long time ago all this took place
Seems yesterday as I ride time’s
crest
I’ve kept that child secured
inside me
Who often whispers about that
magical tree
Where that childhood still hangs
like fronds
And inspires with Nature to make
bonds
Sleepless
eyes
Work harder for a scoop
To
feed thousand minds drooling in wait
The more spicy the happenings the more is the
sale
Drunkard
causes Princess D’s demise?
Beehive world’s busy for
Breaking news
Sleepless eyes
Guard us on frontier
Desert storms and blizzards blow over
Enemy
bullets often snuff out these lives
Unsung they return home in coffin
No news channels for them
Our heroes
The poem is written in Triquain. Syllable
division per line is as follows:
3 - 6 - 9 - 12 - 9 - 6 - 3 (and so on)
Written for Mary’s prompt News @ dVersePoetics
Sound of heavy boots plundered sleep
Explosives are fallow land’s reap
Shadowy figures weaving net
A huge haul of life’s the target
We sink into the quagmire deep
A grain of wisdom is time’s need
To uproot this blood hungry weed
But blame-game is rending the air
All ears are deaf to our
peace-prayer
Selfies reap the yield of their
seed*
*We are now living in constant threat
of terrorism. Military forces everyday are busting the militants’ dens and
discovering explosives. Rulers & oppositions are engaged in exchanging
expletives while the criminals are making good their escape. Commoners are
suffocating in this political quagmire.
The poem is written in Quintilla
/ Spanish Quintain form with eight syllables in each line and 5 lines a
stanza & the rhyme scheme is a. a. b. b. a.
The poem is written for Kerry’s
Sunday Mini-Challenge: In Other Words @ Real Toads where we are to select one
of the two given titles from two books and substitute our own words in place of
those indicated below and write a new poem under the title we’ve created. The
books were: a) The Curious Incident of the Dog in the
Night-Time, a
mystery novel by British writer Mark Haddon. b) A Grain of Wheat, a novel by Kenyan novelist Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o
1.
The --- Incident of the ---in the
---time.
2.
A --- of wheat
3.
A grain of---
&
Shiny green changes mind
Surely yellows and reds
Sudden burst of colors
Spells a catastrophe
Silence slowly descends
Supernovas in trees
Written for MTB & Vandana’s
prompt Pleiades
So much nourishment, refuge,
forbearance, forgiveness yet we care not
Mother being stripped, violated,
strangled to death yet we care not
Sand tongues are growing longer
and lapping up our life yet we care not
Motherless children wail for a
droplet of mercy yet clouds care not
