Saw a ghostWho had long handsI wondered what use were theyWhat would it touch It would seep through the wallsGlide through the doorsMelt through allWithout a worry as such But with such long handsIt felt awkwardWith them danglingWith no way to feel or touch It was happy oneBut the long handsScared a few a littleAndContinue reading “Ghost with long hands”
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Shopping spree for Happiness
If I were to shopon a spreeWhere would I goand what would it be? would I search for thingson sale or those for freeor in the wonderful thingsI feel, hear and see In the blue skieswhere I can fly freeIn the happy swingson the old shady tree A puff of smoke A sip of coffeeaContinue reading “Shopping spree for Happiness”
Priceless joy
A Priceless joyPurchased for a paltry sumFor you forever #wdys #whatdoyousee
Yes, I snoozed and sinned
I slept againpast the dutiful alarmpast the chirping birdsway beyond the slanting morning raysslept with no dreamslike a loglike twisted vinesburied in the quiltto shield the meddlesome lightif that’s a crimefeel free to sue mebut quietly pleasedon’t wake me
The favourite drink
Rum or Vodkaor maybe some whiskey a combination sometime whatever seems risky choice is irrelevant of the favoured spiritinsobriety is the destination with whatever means that’s legit but it is not in the elixir there lies the funit is in the armsof the only one
Demure – yet not
DemureShe sitsNone of the hair frayed Flashs of colourpeeks throughThe prim dull greys The naughty and wildSecurely hiddenReigning in the crave What the cloths hidewhat lies in the mindThe eyes betrays #TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge No. 308, 2/21/23
That, What is us
There it lies Separated by time and the wrinkled age Still intact In the warmth of shared blood In the resonating beats Of the pining hearts In the words and rhythm Of our song That, what is Us
My worn out Shoes
My worn out shoesholds many memoriesEmbedded and buriedDeep within its weary sole Witness and participantIn those resolute and thoughtful stepsOf the many tough treksAnd some easy strolls Scrapping the groundRaising the dustTo propel me forwardto play my rightful role It lays tatteredWounded and batteredWith Splayed stitchesAnd some ghastly holes Yet comfortableIn a neat fitMoulding andContinue reading “My worn out Shoes”
Achu – The Mahout
My father turns 84. He celebrates the thousand full moons. He had a childhood dream of becoming a Mahout. He celebrates his 84th birthday with his wife who turns 75. AchuThe young MahoutIs all of 84 For this young heartThe ageIs just a mere score Bathed freshIn milky light of thousand moonsHe is up forContinue reading “Achu – The Mahout”
Let me dream
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be? Story of myselfwhere would it starthow would it sift the realfrom the dream and which onewould it narratethe real or the dreamand how will it knowthe difference maybe the title would readI am wake – let me dream
My Tales Within 