Saturday, 24 May 2014


Artist : Chelsea Bednar
courtesy : Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Those were not dream bubbles

But solid sweat and toil

Oneness sailed smoothly in joy

In the hope of light

That fear-beat sensed troubles

And unrest began to boil

Hovering eyes pledged to destroy

The amity with all might

Hope disintegrated

 In thousand





The super power gloated


* The Tower of Babel forms the focus of a story told in the Book of Genesis of the Bible.[1] According to the story, a united humanity of the generations following the Great Flood, speaking a single language and migrating from the east, came to the land of Shinar with the intention of building a tower reaching heaven. The Lord confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech as He feared that nothing would be restrained from them which they would imagine to do. This policy of divide and rule is religiously followed by the rulers everywhere. I used Chelsea Bednar’s sketch and tried to combine Challenge #1:  Words Count with Mama Zen and Challenge #3:  "Figurative Language" .

Posted for Margaret’s Play It Again, Toads #5 @ Real Toads


Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Thursday, 22 May 2014


The white fragrant night

The only solace for summer heat

All these sun hating blooms

Dispel my sweaty gloom

Their scented greetings fill me

And draw my Te Deum towards them

A bevy of beautiful maidens

Whitely clad in potted garden

 My Gandharaj*, Beli** and Juin***

Love your brief sojourn


*Gardenia angusta

**Jasminum sambac


Posted for Meeting The Bar At A Slant @ d’Verse Poets Pub


courtesy : google image

I can’t find that rhythm

The seasons once danced in

The air is grave and stern

I wish to bring back the hamadryads

For my skin burns as the leaves sigh

I wish I could dig a brand new river

Unblemished by human hands

Then watch its stealthy flow

Alas! That is not to be

For those hands

Have heaven and earth

 In their unholy grip


Posted @ Real Toads where Kerry Says - Let's Include Pathetic Fallacy

Wednesday, 21 May 2014


courtesy : google image

A young maiden of Rajasthan* sings

“Green grasses are in my dream

Just as those heavenly drops are

My heart breaks seeing these

Manes of a dead lion

Rooted in the ground

Let my long dark hair

Veil the blazing blue above

Let my tears and sweat

Reach their roots

So that they dream and be green”

Crooning thus the maiden

Walks through the sands

To make her pitcher full


*Rajasthan is India's largest state by area. It is located on the western side of the country, where it comprises most of the wide and inhospitable Thar Desert and shares a border with Pakistan along the Sutlej-Indus river valley. Wikipedia

Posted for Susan’s MidWeek Motif ~ Green @ Poets United

Tuesday, 20 May 2014


courtesy : google image

I want darkness

All over the sky

Tawny grasses

To revive

To walk in the puddle

Getting drenched

Waiting so long

For lashing rain


White clouds tease

In leisurely way

Pitiless sun

Drags the day away

The heart longs for thunder

And the silver flash

The rich and the poor

Get Nature’s lash


The strict mother

Is in teaching mode

Taking away the gifts

She once bestowed

Her whining children

Blame each other

Not yet ready

To face disaster


The planet’s motion

Will not stop

The sun and the moon

Will be as before

Knowledge in subtle form

Will be in stasis

Mother will rise

For another genesis


Posted for Mary’s prompt Rain @ Poetry Jam



courtesy : google image

“Arise awake stop not till the goal is reached”*


I wonder

What do we do first

Arise then awake

Or do the opposite

What does Swamiji mean


And one morning


I woke up

See, awake first

Then rose to my feet

And arise, later


I wonder

Why did Swamiji say this


I was charting my day

On the terrace

A breezy whisper startled me

"Look around you

And thank the Lord for this

Wake up will you"


I found

The soft baby sun

The Jingling trees

The purple heaven

A solitary star

All looking at me

Singing of flux


I woke up

I was reborn


*this is a quote by Swami Vivekananda (fondly called Swamiji by the people), a Hindu monk of the nineteenth century


Posted for Mary’s prompt @ "dVerse - Poetics - It's Qutoable


Sunday, 18 May 2014



courtesy : google image

A second

So precious time dot

Flies unmoved

posted for Haiku Horizons FLY

Saturday, 17 May 2014

(A Terzanelle)
courtesy : google image

If there’s a deep depression at the Bay    
 The bone dry arid land hopes against hope
 A storm’s to brew to reach the sky they say

 It’s better to rise than sit, brood and mope
 What do these dark flying clouds indicate?
The bone dry arid land hopes against hope

Deflated brain waits to be in full spate
 The blistering heat’s fighting tooth and nail
The bone dry arid land hopes against hope

 The sea’s roaring, the stormy clouds do flail
Droplets poised and the lull’s almost broken
The blistering heat’s fighting tooth and nail

 Euterpe’s flute untie the notes to rain
Parched heart’s quick to drench in words to quench thirst
Droplets poised and the lull’s almost broken

 A rhythmic dance is to be seen at first
If there’s a deep depression at the bay
 Parched heart’s quick to soak in words to quench thirst
 A storm’s to brew to reach the sky they say

Posted for Kerry’s Sunday Form Challenge - Terzanelle @ Real Toads


Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Thursday, 15 May 2014


courtesy : google image

Rivulets stream from pores
Raging sun
Leaves burst hues to show off
Pride before
Snowfall will invoke Sleep
The Earth starts and wakes up
Posted @ d’Verse Poets Pub 

Wednesday, 14 May 2014


poster of the movie Bicycle Thieves courtesy : google image
Two wheels became
Light, camera and sound
Poverty of post-war Italy
Hit the screen
 Untrained non-actors
Wheeled this De Sica Classic
Safely beyond boundary of time

Posted for Susan’s MidWeek Motif ~ Bicycle @ Poets United

Tuesday, 13 May 2014


courtesy : google image
I have a friend
Dwelling inside me
She is sweet
Yet knows
When to be harsh
And hard
I don’t listen to her at all
When she is like that
I almost hate her then
I hear her chuckle
When salt clogs my throat
She is so unkind
Though in the stretched summer days
Or long dark winter nights
She speaks in fragrance
She is a friend in need
I am a shadow of her

Posted for Gabriella’s prompt Friends @ Poetry Jam

courtesy : d'verse

I am existence
I am in relationship
With the universe
Dusts and the stars
Stare at me
We do feel related
The universe will be non-existent
When I shall cease to be
What lingers
When all is said and done?

Posted for d’Verse where I answered the first question (who are you and whom do you love?) asked by MarinaSofia and included the last question as a part of my poem

Sunday, 11 May 2014


image by Martin Stranka

I am your dream sky
Embracing your
Passions that burn
And dispel darkness
I am with you forever
Settle slowly
Glass may be shattered
Names may be rubbed out
All that is false and clumsy
May always meet with an axe
To be weeded out
Listen to my promise to you
When there is a fall
The hard land will vanish
Only to become petals
To have you ensconced
With soft fragrance

 Posted for Mag 219 @ Magpie Tales


Shared with wordle 160 @  The Sunday Whirl


Shared with Open Link Monday @ Real Toads

Saturday, 10 May 2014

Revenge of Gaia :  Artist Susie McMahon

Your torso writhes, warps
Blood oozes out from deep wounds
I can’t stare at you

Your abyss-eyes haunt
Drag, pull me into blackness
My eternal damnation

Your heart’s a desert
Yet no oasis I long for
Ah your wrath scorches

Had I ever sung
The notes you crooned while cradling
Your soul wouldn’t be crushed

Posted for Grace’s prompt Sunday's Feature Artist: Arts & Dolls by Susie McMahon @ Real Toads


Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Friday, 9 May 2014

            A NAIVE PAINTER
                                painting of seraphine louis

The flowers
Who ought to speak
In hue, honey and scent
Have become mute
The bouquet-life
Is so tied up
Cut off from roots
The beauty
Withers fast
The release is
In unsung end

Posted for Fireblossom’s Friday : Seraphine Louis @ Real Toads

Thursday, 8 May 2014


             A  MANTRA

courtesy : google image

 “Why don’t you open your eyes
Before I rise?”
I sat up and saw the speaker
Melting in soft hues of love
Embracing the world
I joined in the Matins
Of the warblers
“Om bhu bhuwarswaha
Tatsavirtu varenyam
Bhargo Devasya dhimahi
Dhiyo yona prachodayat”*

*We meditate upon the most adorable luster of the Sun-god who inspires the functions of our intellect courtesy Wikipedia
The prayer rose from the sages’ voice of ancient India which is still heard in the murmur of countless lips….
Posted for Claudia’s prompt Conversation in Poetry @ d’Verse Meeting the Bar                   

Wednesday, 7 May 2014


                                 courtesy : google image

There is a mad rush
For possession of beauty
Passion flowers bloom
Intricate design in lace
Blind eyes on candle-lit face

Posted for Susie’s prompt 

Bits Of Inspiration ~ Lace

@ Real Toads


                                 courtesy : google image

Countless stars
In the sky of dream
One by one
 They come
To Light up the homes
Of the fortunate
Handle with care
They are the angels
In another form
They are
God’s gift
To you

Submitted to Susan’s Mid Week Motif ~ Children @ Poets United