Day 31- OctPoWriMo 2017- I survived and how!

Day 31- #OctPoWriMo2017

What! It’s the last day of OctPoWriMo2017 already?
 I was really warming up and planning to play with words and forms!
Well, never mind, will wait till next time!
 Wow! I kind of rhymed it !

Thanks to the organizers of this fabulous platform where I got to create so much and learn extensively!
This attempt has fueled my passion and love for poetry .

Yes, I have survived this challenge and how! Though missed the first two days, did not follow the prompt given on a number of occasions, but nevertheless delved deep into unexplored territory and yes, attempted Haiku as well! Feeling accomplished but hungry for more!



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The entry for Day 31: Poetry form Acrostic (one of my favorites) on “Mysterious”

Moving randomly- the alphabets A- Z, as if playing hide-and-seek
Yellow hat putting the grey cells to work passionately
Somehow the words played pranks with the mind
Thoughts came and went like the rapid gust of wind
Encircling the untrodden terrains of creativity
Raring to go ahead, but at times stopping dead
Inching again with determination regained
Ousting all fear of failure and donning the Green hat of creativity
Ushered in rainbow colored thoughts finally
Satisfaction – oh so dear, as the musing got an image, gradually!

Waiting for next year!

My compositions for Days 30 and 29- OctPoWriMo2017

Day 30: Forbidden

Well, not following the poetry form today as want to wander a bit before settling down. While taking a stroll  and contemplating on what to write, came across a tiny sapling emerging from a concrete slab covering the ground . The image kept haunting me till I penned down the lines below:

A rebel!

The tiny sapling pierced walls of concrete
Prohibited from emerging
She was crowned the princess with Wings!


Day 29: Still bent on tiny compositions . I remember after a long spell of rain when the skies cleared and the rays of Sun emerged , I gasped at the beauty as I looked up at the sky! I still get goosebumps as I recall that moment! Hence, my idea was born for this poem:

Stunned !

The warm rays kissed my cold lips

Nimbus clouds dissolved

Your ardent love took my breath away!

Silhouetted memories

Day 28: OctPoWriMo

Sense of Belonging

I was raised in a joint family where laughter and togetherness was synonymous with our existence. Then life happened and with the passage of time we drifted apart to different parts of the country and world .We hardly get to meet once even in a year now . I was thinking about this prompt when I saw birds flocking together and flying towards home at sun down. They made a spectacular vision against the crimson –red sky with the fading rays of the Sun biding adieu . I heaved a sigh as I longed to experience the belongingness within the warm walls of my ancestral home amidst my family members.


A short emotional composition today( off the suggested form) :


The murmuration of a flock of birds
against the crimson sky
Silhouetted memories gone by
An overpowering sense of belonging
Still leaving behind the fragrance
Adorning the pages of the old album
Another day has come to an end
In a distant land
And the heart yearns
To be engulfed in the moments
So familiar yet so distant
That sense of belonging
Brought to life once again
By the flock of starlings
Against the crimson Sky!

Your fragrance- a bouquet of Memories

Day 27: The scent of a flower

Attempted poetry form : Haiku

I don't know, but I have tried this form earlier but somehow the essence was not coming through my compositions. The prompt today made me attempt this once again since with the fragrance of roses I always remember my grandmother who was a lady par excellence! I would always love her and those wonderful memories would be cherished as long as I breathe!

My humble attempt:

A bunch of wild roses blooming 
The air still resplendent with your fragrance
Memories cascade down my eyes (tired)

Days 26 and 25- OctPoWriMO2017

Day 26:  Poetry forms in pictures
Attempted poetry form : cascade

I love travelling to the hills as well as beaches. While surfing through the archives, came across this calming picture of a beach where we had visited a couple of years ago. The pattern of waves falling against the shore encouraged me to develop a Cascade .

So, my entry for today :

The cascading waves

The waves came to meet the glistening shore 
Gradually, one after the other, softening as they neared 
Surely,  they have so much to say to one another

Tales of far and wide, of ships and aquatic life
As the moon shone above , quietly , witnessing this encore
The waves came to meet the glistening shore 

It was their moment, meeting towards the day’s end
When the sky embraced the dark blanket and the ocean soothed
Gradually, one after the other, softening as they neared 

The birds were home bound, their hearts filled with warmth
At the very thought of meeting their family members
Surely ,  they have so much to say to one another.

PC: Self

Day 25:

Taste of Satisfaction

A Soliloquy for me as I think what if " Satisfaction" spent sometime alone and had a quiet conversation in solitude ?

I am happiness personified
A feeling cushioned with gaiety
The reason behind….
The smile that travels from the lips to the eyes
That has a Midas touch
That catapults emotions to new heights of elation
That sentiment which sends ripples of warmth
Across the contours defining expression
When the mountains, hills, meadows and springs
Seem to share the joy , the bliss
When everything around looks fresh and new
Adorning the glorious tiara of contentment
And life appears to be so different, yet so endearing
Filled with music, oh! So pleasing!
When the heart cannot but stop singing!
When the sensation is craved to be experienced
That emotion which follows aspirations accomplished
That which brings the taste of satisfaction unadulterated!

Rendezvous unparalleled- A Blitz Poem

Day 24: "When Lovers Meet", #OctPoWriMo

Attempted poetry form: Blitz

The love depicted in my poem is defined by the love for knowledge which entwines the minds and then the souls of two individuals who are different from each other in all possible ways, except this insatiable quest for enlightenment of the mind.They meet accidentally but with the passage of time grow fond of each others company and meet almost regularly thereafter. The bond grows stronger and stronger and so does their love.

Happy reading !

Casual encounter
Casual rendezvous
Rendezvous intriguing
Rendezvous insatiable
Insatiable for knowledge
Insatiable for consciousness
Consciousness elevating
Consciousness about existence
Existence defining purpose
Existence defining meaning
Meaning of life
Meaning of living
Living the dream
Living as companions
Companions conjoined
Companions made
Made for each other
Made to be together
Together the journey
Together garnering
Garnering understanding
Garnering cognition
Cognition held firmly
Cognition of this venture
Venture into a world
Venture into enlightenment
Enlightenment transfigured
Enlightenment illuminated
Illuminated their minds
Illuminated their souls
Souls so diverse
Souls so different
Different yet so similar
Different but near
Near through cognizance
Near by thought process
Process not comprehensible
Process but phenomenal
Phenomenal  is their friendship
Phenomenal is their love
Love without any locks
Love sublime
Sublime is the feeling
Sublime is the emotion
Emotion for one another
Emotion unparalleled
Unparalleled fondness
Unparalleled warmth
Warmth
Fondness

My entries for days 23 and 22- OctPoWriMo2017

Day 23 : "What is the message"

Attempted poetry form: Nonet

The concept took me to one of my old compositions," The Rainbow". I have always been fascinated by the magical existence of the glorious rainbow with the unique seven hues and feel that it spreads the message of peace and contentment . My spirits are uplifted at the very moment I see a rainbow across the blue sky ! My tribute to nature and its magical effect on my life!

I am the Rainbow

My entry is scripted right after a refreshing downpour
When clouds fade and the warm rays intersect
The prismy droplets, I emerge as a Rainbow .
Concoction of seven hues, My existence
defined by their warmth ,rejuvenated
Have a chat with the butterflies
Then I bid adieu with a
message of peace,
Contentment!

Day 22 : Purposeful passion

This idea is so near to my heart that I can write again and again! I love the poetry form "Acrostic" and though I have tried this form earlier, I am encouraged to try it again ,all the more because it given purpose to my composition as well.

Here it is:

 Re discovering the Golden Self once again

Poetry Form: Acrostic

Pursuing her dreams has always been difficult

Adjusting and accommodating demands of life prevalent

Sometimes the distance seemed to grow with each passing moment

Somewhere her hope to impart knowledge to the underprivileged

Instilled courage to bridge the gap between aspiration and reality

On she ventured alone to fulfill her destiny

Never after the first step did she ever look back

Watched the young minds bloom in the shade of enlightenment

Inspired others to follow suit

To come and join hands with her in this adventure

Hoping to rediscover the golden soul hidden beneath the layers

Polishing and garnering faith in the minds of the less fortunate

Urging them to journey on this wonderful path

Revealing the power within to accomplish what one dreamed

Purpose given to an ordinary life enhanced to serve

Overwhelming is the satisfaction experienced henceforth

So many lives brightened with education

Emboldening them on to realize what once their golden souls dreamed!

The Old Banyan Tree

Day 21: #OctPoWriMo : Nothing remains the same

Attempted poetry form: abecedarian.

The concept today gave me the opportunity to re visit my childhood where I certainly went with high hopes of finding everything  unchanged but was amazed to see the alteration . It certainly made me realize that "Nothing remains the Same!"

Another year almost tumbling to a culmination

But I, sit here near the window sill lost

Clinging to the memories of my childhood

Dear to my heart, yesterday, today and always

Eager for a home-coming, but that seems like a dream

Frolicking across the terrain of memories

Gathered during my last visit

Happiness knew no bounds as I landed on home ground

Instantly my spirits lifted up and I felt determined

Jumping, running I covered the last few yards towards my home

Knocked on the old wooden door with delight- I visualized

Lo and behold! What did I find?

Moments later I realized that I still didn’t reach

No, wait a minute, my mind quizzed

Over there was a park just near where I lived

Playfulness of happy children filled the air during the evenings

Quiet, it was very quiet as the scene had changed!

Rows and rows of buildings stood there silent!

Somewhere down the lane stood a banyan tree

The same tree that had been our playmate innumerable times

Up we climbed, played hide and seek behind its thick trunk!

Vivid are those memories still, alive but cannot be re-lived!

Wondering what happened to those days?

asphyXiated stood there lost in a reverie

Year long wait to re- visit childhood cut short

Zealously the childish mind hopes that all will be same once again!

Days : 20, 19 and 18- #OctPoWriMo2017

Well, here's a bouquet of my offerings for days 20, 19 and 18 .

Day 20: Desires and remembering

Posting an old composition which depicts the love blossoming between a lonely building and the first drops of rain:

Drenched in Love !

Cool breeze brushed against
Embraced the agitated heated walls
Of brick, mortar and concrete
Nimbus clouds gathered
The environ wore a look romantic
The first kiss of the droplets
Of the first shower of the season
Sent shivers down the walls of the building
Shivers of joy, Adrenalin rush
It blushed with cupid’s touch
Love evoked sentiments unknown
In the mind of the building forlorn !


Day 19: Fox of Foxy

Interesting prompt, my attempt at "Florette"

A foxic encounter

A cold winter morning in the wood
The campfire reminding of warmish days of childhood
Suddenly the crunch of dry leaves broke the reverie
Smell of danger lurked heavily in the neighborhood

Could feel the twitch gnawing at the nape
As if a pair of steel grey eyes caught every movement in its grip
Cold sweat washed over the nervous figure
Unaware about the crouching predator camouflaged in cunning cape

The air was strangely still , as if waiting with baited breath
To watch the turnaround of the events at length
The fire still burning bright with all its might
In a flash I brandished the flaming sword with all my strength

The blood curdling howl froze the blood in my veins
My trembling knees refused to be commanded by my brain
But I held my ground as the fox circled around and then left
It was a foxic encounter nothing less than an emotional hurricane!


Day 18: Everyone went on Eating!

Poetry form: "Palindrome"

Tried my best, this is what resulted in the end ! :

The Rolling Stone

She is-  obedient girl,
A dreamer ,a seeker , a traveler at heart
  Was Attired She stiffly
One day, at the dinner table
Her wandering soul announced ,” I am a rolling stone”.
“Rolling stone, are you?, chorused the family through
A laugh,” What a joke!,” and they went on…
But still at heart, wandered the rolling stone,
Stiffly she attired was
At heart a traveler, a seeker, a dreamer
Girl obedient, is she?


Wow! finally feeling accomplished!!!

Magic is in the air.....when you believe in it!

Day 17: #OctPoWriMo

Well, tried to weave a story that I had written sometime back into  a poem , but I am sure that I must have crossed the limit of 50 words!

The story is about a mysterious phone call that magically saves the life of my protagonist's aunt.
So, here it is :

Memories are those fond images adorning the album of life
Some bring smile to the face, some color to the eyes
While turning over the pages revisited the mountains 
The usual visit to my aunt’s place atop a picturesque hill
It was a cloudy morning and the air thick with damping spirit
I was about to leave to join my aunt at the studio at 10
When the storm descended without a warning
Darkness enveloped the horizon and it looked like evening!
Flashes of lightning sent shivers down the spine
When all of  a sudden  screamed the bell of the landline!
A voice….trembling ,choking with emotion warned me of a danger
An accident involving my aunt!
When abruptly the line went dead!
Grabbing the flashlight I ventured out without a second thought
The climate had worsened with each passing second
It was difficult to see through the thick sleet of rain
The road was treacherous and played pranks with my sight
It had become unknown all of a sudden
I have traveled the mountainous paths so many times
But that day everything was bleak and strange
I hurried as fast as I could but slipped and fell on the muddy road
Panic stricken and drenched to the skin I screamed for help
Only to be greeted by the continuous sound of rain and the lightning intermittent
Painfully I stood up and with grazed knees but determined will
I moved on towards the studio situated up-hill
Reached after what seemed like an eternity with parched throat
Scared to discover what I feared the most, I tried to shout
But strangely no voice came out!
I shouted again with all my might,” Auntie!”
The echo of my own voice replied back quite eerily!
I tiptoed towards the door that was open to my surprise!
Peeped in with the only sound of my thumping heart playing havoc in my ears
Could not locate her in the dim light….but wait,something peeped from behind the desk
Her shoes….I ran to find her unconscious on the floor!
******************************************
A couple of days later, I went to visit her
At the hospital where she was recovering from an accident fatal!
It was a bright and beautiful day with the rainbow adorning the blue sky
As I put the bouquet of roses by her bedside, she flashes a smile
As colorful as the rainbow outside!
***********************************************
The call that came that day still remains a mystery
I left it that way and as I looked at the rainbow above
My heart skipped a beat as I realized
It must have been magic that saved my aunt’s life!

Scared to be alone!

Day 16: #OctPoWriMo

Prompt : Losing your fears and tears

The protagonist in my poem has a heart of gold but is outspoken and doesn’t hesitate from calling a spade a   spade. She is also quite impatient and is unable to hold onto relationships for long, but she is scared of loneliness. The very thought of returning to an empty house suffocates her .The silent rooms mock at her loneliness . Yes, she breaks down in tears at the very thought of living alone all these years!

Tried to follow the story-line based concept even today where till the end the fear remains.


“Oh! When will you learn to be polite,
Not call “a spade a spade”, and disrespect!”
Echoed the oh so familiar voice !
Against the rooms resplendent with her fond memories!
“But, I just told the  truth,” blurted the innocent curly haired rebel!
Yes, form her early childhood, she wore her attitude on her sleeve!

Those memories became all the more vivid
In these quiet mammoth –like cages
Built of cement, bricks, mortar and concrete!
She was even scared to breathe
Lest she disturbed the looming silence enveloping the grim palace!

It has been a long journey…..alone for her mostly
Relationships came and went like the varying monsoons
Some dark, some cloudy but dotted with rainbows intermittently
But….all gone now, an integral part of History!

Things could have been different, though!
Had she been less of a rebel and more a common girl,
But No!

She ached to re-live those wonderful bygone days
Surrounded with laughter, chatter instead of this foreboding calmness,
It was scary! Those silhouettes housed something sinister!
Danger from the darkness lurked at every corner !

She longed for companionship at this juncture
When the sun had set leaving behind the misty dusk
When the cognizance of the vivacious day lay etched
In the memory of each rock, boulder and atom of clay!
When the breeze whispered with the leaves of the trees in the darkness
Somewhere in the old palace, she is still awake!
Unable to sleep out of fear
Of loneliness!

The Clock!

Day 15: #OctPoWriMo

Prompt : Fighting the urge to Vomit!

What a prompt! But it sure encouraged my thoughts to spread wings and fly towards a different direction today.

A story -based composition with this prompt inculcated is hereby presented.

I tried my best......hope you like it as well :-)



Tick- tock, Tick –tock
I was doing exactly what the clock does….
Move and change places
Almost after every 6 month
At times even a week till I finally didn’t have strength
But the memories of that formidable incident
Haunted me day and night
Leaving me irritable, insomniac.

That day when my world crumbled around me to a thousand pieces
When that terrible piece of news reached me hence
My reflection, friend, soul-mate, my blood
My only source of strength in this whole wide world!
No more…. No more would greet me with arms wide open
At the end of a tiring day when I would reach our den!

No more teasing, cuddling ,caring for one another
Oh! How would I survive in solitude where we had dreamed together!
Red! The color red! Devilish ….morbid….makes me sick
At the very sight my inside churn and scream to come out!
I feel weak, overpowered by this strong urge to vomit!

No drop of red at the place of my solace!
Curtains, covers, draperies, clothes, sheets
All need to be white, pristine
Else, I would roam homeless, sleepless without respite
As the nightmares keep visiting me till they decide to reside!

Do they know that you are not there anymore?
To rescue me from their vicious grip?
To hold me tight when I scream in sleep?
To comfort me when I tremble in panic?
They do, I am sure!

For I see Red all around me, all over me
When I close my eyes!
I am sleep deprived!
Trotting along wide –eyed in search of oblivion

Tick- tock, Tick-tock
The clock on the wall still does its work
And again I step outside,
In search of a place which I can call Home!

The deafening roar of Silence!

Day 14: #OctPoWriMo

Day 14: Movement and Words

Today I will drift a bit away from the given prompt and focus on the power of silence which has inspired me to think time and again .

Powerful, stoic,
Emphatic, intelligent
I have many shades
Percolating the cacophony mundane
When used with purpose
I surpass all words
Leaving behind an impenetrable impression
To be pondered time and again
Deafening at times ,
Knocking incessantly on the doors
Leading to Conscience.

The Palette

Day 13: #OctPoWriMo

Prompt: Art in the wayward mind

True! So True! I loved the images and taking inspiration from them allowed my thoughts to drift around a bit before coming to a standstill in front of an unused and old palette lying alone at one corner.

My poem for the day :

As the rays of the morning sun
Fell on the palette lying forlorn,
The dried colors gleamed back in delight!
Red, orange, blue, pink, green and white
The rainbow adorned his studio
And the artist came back to life!
Freedom of expression decked each composition
Thoughts, emotions imprisoned for so long
Came tumbling down like the voracious torrent
As each stroke of the brush waltzed on the blank canvas
The air became resplendent with music
Music of love for art, for the artist
Bouquets of suppressed feelings
Deep, profound engraved the drawings

The spectators gaped in amazement
Praise, adulation, name and fame
All showered on the silhouetted frame,
Still peace was not to be found
He roamed for inspiration day and night
That insatiable hunger for the ultimate portrait
Left him restless, sleepless, homeless
They pointed at him and said,” There goes a madman! Beware!”

Ha! No one understood his quest!
The everlasting affair of Muse with the artist 
The bitter sweet relationship
Of creativity with pursuit

Till the final piece of art,
Evoked the pain within,
They said ,” It’s his best work, till date,”
Ignorant of the situations that lead,
To carve the final stroke,
With his last breath, “ The End”.

The Bookshelf- repost

Day 12: #OctPoWriMo

Whew! What an incredible prompt! Didn't have the courage to attempt it so re posting an old composition which suits the concept, though.

Imagination stands in the Road- As a child my imaginary friend or friends rather were books and my favorite place was near the old bookshelf which stood quietly at one corner of the drawing room. Gradually I lost the habit of reading and was caught up in the hullabaloo of mundane life. During one of my recent visits to my home, I found the bookshelf still standing at the same corner and looking at me sadly. It was then that I thought about these lines:

The bookshelf stood quietly in the corner

Old, lonely with silence as partner

The glass panes layered with dust

Made it difficult to discover the

Treasure cove hidden in its breast

Books of travel, history, love, prose and poetry,

Pages yearned to be read again

By curious eyes filled with wonder

Seasons changed, it’s summer again!

Sunshine brightened the room in all its splendor,

Also brightened the dark corner

Did the shelf dance in delight?

Coming back to life…….

Or was it a momentary mirage

Played by conspiring game of shade and light!

I approached expectantly with bated breath,

Goosebumps accompanied my trembling gait,

Proposing for the first time would have been easier instead!

Opened the door carefully in amazement,

Oh, it blushed a rose red!

Held a book like treasured possession

The romance with words began hence,

Back to reading books again,

Delving into the magnanimous ocean,

Old habits die hard, they said,

It was on hibernation, I believe in my case,

Waltzing into this phase of life,

The old book shelf indeed danced in delight !

Cascading Beauty

Day 11 #OctPoWriMo

Prompt: Move your body, Move your words

Combined the poetry form " Cascade" with this prompt since I have always been fascinated by the power and beauty of waterfalls.

My take on the prompt :

The rhythm of water cascading down
From the mountain top majestic
The music weaving magic permeating the surrounding

Each droplet waltzing around with splendid grace
Elated and merry they shimmer wearing joyous crowns
The rhythm of water cascading down

Spellbound , I watch in amazement
This glorious spectacle flowing down
From the mountain top majestic

I feel high- spirited , isolated from agonizing restlessness
Divine peace fills my soul while I dance hand in hand with my Muse and
The music weaving magic permeating the surrounding!

Dreams Fulfilled

Day 10 : #OctPoWriMo

Prompt: Power and Control

I would like to emphasize on "empower" today through an old composition of mine which talks about the power of education. This is inspired from a real life person who is very close to my heart and I respect her loads for the beautiful work that she does. She spreads not only knowledge but also love and her warmth is certainly infectious. Kudos to her efforts!

The vibrant rainbow,
Gave birth to hope,
In the sparkling eyes,
That dotted the innocent faces,
Laced with dirt,
The gates of wonderland opened,
For the ones deprived,
Of the basic requirement- education.
Yes, books infused them
With energy, creativity,
Their little minds wandered,
Among the pages,
Filled with wonder.
They dreamed-
Of a better life
Cushioned with the knowledge- acquired.
Her endeavor finally yielded results
She felt elated, complete
Like never before- satisfaction inundated.
Happiness knew no bounds,
When her students touched her feet,
Those whom she had taught,
Free of cost,
Yes, today they have achieved success,
Settled in their lives.
Education empowered their minds,
Brought them from darkness to light,
Their achievement is her victory,
She did not earn loads of money,
But respect….tons ,
Today, at the dusk of her life,
A lingering smile adorns her wrinkled face,
Yes, dreams have been fulfilled,
She has done it!

The Mist

Day 9: #OctPoWriMo
Prompt: Tapping into your creative mind

The prompt today is unusual as well as creates opportunity for delving into mystery which I relate with smoke, mist, fog.

My take on today's prompt:

Life swayed like an empty cocoon
Floating like a dry twig in the breeze
Listless, directionless without any purpose
Memories choking with emotions of the days spent
It seemed not long in the past, but lost in the album hence
Only to be seen, loved, grieved, touched, pages turned with a sigh!
Thus days were spent cuddled in the cognizance of her beautiful presence
The fragrance of the ocean drifted in from the pastel colored window one lonely evening
Beckoning me to join the tete-e-tete with the crimson cloaked dusky sea-shore endearing
My feet developed a mind of their own and trotted out of the door into the sprawling lawn
Soon I was marching ahead towards an unknown destination that called
Didn’t realize when the mist had descended enveloping the environ
Brushing everything into pristine white with a touch of mystery
Suddenly could smell something very close to my heart!
That known fragrance of smoke from the hut!
When she cooked my favorite delicacy
Served with warmth and love
Then the enduring silence
Cold! I felt cold!
Suffocated!
Lifeless!
Sigh!

My love for poetry

#OctPoWriMo: Day 8

Prompt : How could I know it?

Today's prompt has left me thinking hard about when and  how did I start on this journey of loving poetry and finally mustering courage to write as well. While I delved deep into the album of memories, soon I stumbled upon the answer . It was always lying there, waiting to be discovered, yet how could I have missed it?

It was a sunny morn with the chill still in the environ
As I gazed at the clear sky, the cottony clouds winked by
They were speaking to me all along
Yet I missed understanding the conversation
I slept with eyes wide open

I could feel the life all around me awakened
Yet, had it not been her
How could I have known it?

Her.....the girl living within me
All along, inquisitive, sensitive, alive with emotion
I felt suffocated at times.....
Was is because she wanted to be freed
But I denied?

I could feel the life all around me awakened
Yet, had it not been her
How could I have known it?

I felt the breeze kiss my cheeks
I allowed it to play with my tress
The water at the sea side told me stories
Of sailors, ships travelling far and wide
Yet, I could not understand the urge.....was it to write?

I could feel the life all around me awakened
Yet, had it not been her
How could I have known it?

I could sense the life glowing through the dew drop

As the sun rays dazzled at it

I could hear the butterflies sing

As they sprinkled colors on the daffodils

My emotions stifled me sometimes leaving me quizzed!

I could feel the life all around me awakened
Yet, had it not been her
How could I have known it?

Finally the day came
When I transformed my feelings
Into black and white!
Freedom at last
Was overjoyed at this experience
She was released from imprisonment!

And I....I realized
My love for nature, for everything around me
Transformed into this eternal love for Poetry
I felt alive....once again
She gave a new purpose to exist
To shine somewhere in life's constellation!

I could feel the life all around me awakened
Yet, had it not been her
How could I have known it?

In quest of the unknown

Day 7: #OctPoWriMo
Prompt : And then I went too far


Had penned down a short story in the recent past rotating around mystery and thrill. Lets see if can imbibe that concept with this prompt today.......

It's raining almost every day now, so unable to think of anything else  but the rain and the sense of mystery that comes with it when one is unable to see the other side through the thick sleet of rainfall.

Glued to the favorite spot on the chair near the fireplace
Cozy, comfortable in the company of warmth and silence
Occasionally broke from the reverie by the knock of rain on the window pane
Lost track of time, morning and night
It has been raining continuously since a fortnight

Knock- Knock ! a sound heard distinctly from outside
Was it the wind playing pranks with her imagination gone wild?
Or was it for real......from a stranger belonging to another world?
A world so different from her own, her solitude
Her home set on the hill so far away from the confusion of city life

The call was from the mysterious world outside that aroused curiosity
S-L-O-W-L-Y she tiptoed towards the french window
Mustered courage to open the latch
The curtain stood still as if warning her against it
But inquisitiveness won the war between head and instinct

She opened the latch only to be greeted by the howling wind
The pitch darkness outside revealed nothing
There was mystery beyond the thick sleet of rain falling
It had a magnetic pull that tugged strongly at her heart
She stepped out into the unknown blackness

In quest of the strange puzzle that stood lurking at some corner
She went too far without realizing the danger
The cliff was steep and slippery
Her nerves scared and jittery
She went on and on into the rain soaked night

In search of the secret unsolved , unexplained!

Next morning the sky stopped pouring
A wonderful rainbow adorned it now
But her room wore a desolate look
The coffee cup left untouched
The breeze ruffled the pages of the unread book

It lay still , open on the table
In front of the dying fireplace!

Rhythm of the Rain

Day 6 #OctPoWriMo
Prompt : While I was pacing the floor

Well, I would like to take the prompt a little further to dancing in the tune of rain. I love to  do that and had composed a poem in the past , but today would write afresh with the old thoughts still lingering on my mind.

Hope you like it :

The usually silent window sill became lively today,
With the clouds gurgling and the distant thunder rumbling,
Soon the environ became abuzz with the arrival of rain

As the "Touch-me-not" danced in rhythm
And the rose petals flourished into blossom
The jasmines broke into a lovely ballet
Even the cactus ,standing tall, swayed in delight!
When the exuberant rain drops swirled and twirled them around!

The air was fragrant with their joy and merriment
I could smell the happiness in the environment!

My fingers drummed in unison
Danced to an unknown yet delightful rendition!
Transporting me to  a different dimension
I was soaring in the limitless sky
Free of all worries and constraints
Soon my body and soul engulfed in this heavenly mold
Swayed and skipped along
Round and round, up and down
I did not dance alone
For my companion- the rain drops
Were by my side
And, I forgot that I was getting desperately blind!

The rain stopped hence, but the magic didn't
The rhythm of the rain remained alive well into the night!

Finally I understand.......

It's Day 5 : #OctPoWriMo
Prompt : Finally I understand......

It's so true that as a child I have heard that one day when I grow up and be in the  shoes of my parents , I will understand and realize so many things. As a child I have always been inquisitive and wanted to know about everything under the Sun.
Today, I have found answers to some of those queries but the quest is on  .

My take on today's prompt :

Finally I understand.......
The transcendence from ignorance to experience

The pride engulfing those eyes when I took my first stride
The wide grin on seeing me run to their welcoming embrace
The happiness on their faces when I graduated from college


Finally I understand.......
The transcendence from ignorance to experience

Stories of sacrifice etched in each line beautifying age
The concern for my well-being echoing in the trembling voice
The unique combination of joy and sadness when I embarked on my journey ahead
So much to be said.....shared as I stand on the threshold of yet another life- stage

Finally I understand.......
The transcendence from ignorance to experience

Oh! What is that I hear?.... Is it my imagination or for real?
Is this how , many years ago, someone else must have felt also?

A constant fear knocking at the closed doors of conscience
Will I be able to do justice like my parents?
Will I graduate this examination of life with flying colors?
Like my parents?
Will I be remembered fondly by someone else as I do for my parents?
Oh! The emotion is so special yet different!
I am scared , yet elated!

Finally I understand the beauty
Of this transcendence from ignorance to experience !

Cherita- Taste of Metal

#OctPoWriMo2017
Day 3: Prompt - The Taste of Metal
Poetry Form: Cherita

This is certainly challenging and deliciously intriguing!
My humble attempt at this unique form and prompt...



With taste of cold metal licking her fingers

Freedom beckoned with open arms
As the crimson dawn knocked on the doors wide open

Sunlight streamed into the dark room
The black and grey became colorful with thoughts
As did the blank pages of her maiden manuscript.

I found Poetry!

Well, its that time of the year again!
My entry ( though a bit late) for Day 4 challenge at #OctPoWriMo2017.

Prompt : Between the clouds and the water

Still draped in the mesmerizing moments
When the cottony clouds came for a rendezvous
With the sparkling blue sky
When the butterflies sprinkled colors
On the jasmines floating by
When nature called for celebration
And the heart sang in unison
When the sea shore beckoned
Accompanied by the moonlit sky
When the waves danced with the wind
And kissed the sandy shores pink
That's when I knew
My search had culminated into
A treasure trove hidden from the eyes naked
I found words, syllables, lyrics
Woven into beads sparkling with magic,
Adorning the days and nights
The waters and the skies
I found Poetry in all its glory
Glittering like the numerous constellations
In the dark, colorful sky!

Image Courtesy : Self