Rum or Vodka
or maybe some whiskey
a combination sometime
whatever seems risky
choice is irrelevant
of the favoured spirit
insobriety is the destination
with whatever means that’s legit
but it is not in the elixir
there lies the fun
it is in the arms
of the only one
Demure
She sits
None of the hair frayed
Flashs of colour
peeks through
The prim dull greys
The naughty and wild
Securely hidden
Reigning in the crave
What the cloths hide
what lies in the mind
The eyes betrays
#TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge No. 308, 2/21/23
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
holds many memories
Embedded and buried
Deep within its weary sole
Witness and participant
In those resolute and thoughtful steps
Of the many tough treks
And some easy strolls
Scrapping the ground
Raising the dust
To propel me forward
to play my rightful role
It lays tattered
Wounded and battered
With Splayed stitches
And some ghastly holes
Yet comfortable
In a neat fit
Moulding and Moulded
The feet it snuggly holds
I often carry it proudly
And seldom in shame
It’s my skin
A part of my very whole
It has come to rub on me
As I have rubbed the me on it
We have become each other
As together we grow old
My worn out shoes
Are like me, I gather
Holding memories happy and sad
Deep within my very soul
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.
Achu
The young Mahout
Is all of 84
For this young heart
The age
Is just a mere score
Bathed fresh
In milky light of thousand moons
He is up for many more
Centre of attention
Full of charm
He is Always in the fore
A poster boy
Has a place in every heart
One that we all adore
All our worries
And our many frets
In him we could conveniently pour
A meticulous planner for Sure
But Till the job is done
He wouldn’t let out a snore
A patriarch now
His grand and dynamic legacy
Is kind of a lore
Of his large persona
We are a mere shadow
Every passing year he glows even more
Achu
The young Mahout
Is all of 84
Even today
To proudly sit on a tusker
He would be happy even more
तुम उठोगी सुबह
शायद होगी सुबह खूबसूरत
जैसी तुम हो
आँखें मलती हुई
लेके अंगड़ाई उठेगी सुबह
जैसे तुम हो
कुछ नींद में
सूरज से खेलती आँख मिचौली
जैसे तुम हो
अब उठेगी सुबह
मेरी बाहों में
जैसे तुम हो
Have you ever broken the law and didn’t get caught, if so how?
The law
unwritten
was broken
who would catch
the culprit
who would judge
the crime
who would make
the distinction
of the right
from the wrong
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?
Story of myself
where would it start
how would it sift
the real
from the dream
and which one
would it narrate
the real or the dream
and how will it know
the difference
maybe
the title would read
I am wake - let me dream
If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why?
Gravity
it weighs me down
😀😀
In the moments
of forever
We spend our time
Together
There lies
the embrace
in slow caress of time
Stretching forever
Entwined as one
Beneath the
satin sheets
Always drawing closer
Warm lips
Lead to hungry hearts
Alway eager
With passion forever
In the eyes
In the breath
In each others being
In arms of each other
From here
To wherever
Holding hands
We will walk forever
My Tales Within