lifeless bark

I am all dead wood

ever since you appeared

tiny shoots took form

on my once lifeless bark

.

not too long ago

I noticed two little leaves

above it

a bloom..

.

.

.

blanket

I am

the blanket

that covers you

when thunder calls

.

I am

the blanket

that shields you

from cold wind

.

I am

the blanket

that protects you

when insects bite

.

and if there is

one more thing

that this blanket

can do for you

.

I will

blanket you

from raging fire

just dampen me..

.

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.

swing

I

am not going to

watch the world

passes me by

without you

sitting beside me

on this swing

.

I

am not going to

let this oscillation

trouble you

and

take away the fun

out of this ride

.

I

am not going to

let you go

certainly

when both our legs

are curled up

from the ground..

.

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pink

be it your ways

or your looks

whichever side

of the feather it

may be

I still feel the same

you tickled me pink

and I am smitten..

.

.

.

cheesecake

you

thrill me

to the core

of my taste buds

the cheesecake of my dream

a nice creamy recipe

that I crave

so much

you

.

.

.

eternally

it is not a whim

when I first noticed you

it is not a flounder

when I first plunge into

your snowy talcum

to discover myself

wading towards

your remote enclave

lily in mouth

a tenderness of

endless white

and soft suppleness

a treasure bundled in calm

and gourmet richness

awakening my senses

with an endearing aroma

a new frontier

of wishful promises

that makes me

want to stay on

eternally..

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filaments

in great earnest

we stalked upon

our reflection

inside that small

spherical glass

to solder back

the filaments

of our fragility

and to rediscover

the finer elements

that once warm

and glow

our hearts

and to remain wishful

that it will in time

burn away

all the distortions

that mar our journey

and taint us

into helpless

insipids..

.

.

.

trinket box

I love to love you

I love to watch you move

I love that retro look

that chocolate long sleeve

and that mod short crop

cupping so prettily

over your melon seed face..

more so,

I love what you have

got to offer me

stashed inside

that small trinket box

left dangling on that mustard

coloured belt

you wear on your jeans..

.

I managed to peek into it

the other day

while you were putting on

your four-inch heels

and what I saw

was an assortment

of cures, potions and spices

designed to keep hope awake

and confidence

styled on a steady plateau

leading me to look

beyond those circular earrings

whilst blanketing us

with warmth and comfort

during twilight

.

I love to love you

I love to watch you move

I love what you have

got to offer me

stashed inside

that small trinket box..

.

.

.

loyal fan

you are my most loyal fan

ever since I first started

to act

you are always there

sitting in the front row

alone

from curtain draw

to curtain close

no matter how I stumble

or fumble

on stage

no matter how many flaws

I make

you never stop paying attention

and I thank you

.

from where I stand

I watched you too

every night

you are always engrossed

synchronizing your facial gestures

with mine

to every emotion I express

I have seen you weep

I have seen you cheer and clap

I have also seen you anxious

and horrified

your gesture means a lot to me

especially to an actor like me

because it spurs me to act better

every other night

.

and every time without fail

when the show is about to end

you are the first to shout

ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE!

you are my most loyal fan

and I bow down to you

like every actor would

but you did not stop there

just before the cheering fades

just when I thought the night is over

you will come up on stage

and give me your bouquet

and that is why I consider you

my most loyal fan

ever since..

.

.

.

a life of a rainbow

a life of a rainbow

a float of wanting

a twinkle of trees

a sparkle in your eyes

.

a fleece of wind

a string of trust

a boat of sunlight

a gleam in your smile

.

a gather of clouds

a now of forever

a calm of distance

a beauty in your breath

.

a hillock of wonder

a trunk of fortune

a platter of kisses

a chirping in your ears

.

a swirl of colours

a cup of wishes

a train of hearts

a radiance of hope..

.

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Perfect Poet Award Week 14

Thank You jingle for this Award. A humble

thanks to all the mysterious nominees..

.

 

.

.

outrun

hand in hand

we outrun them

all of them..

.

it is timely now

for some rest

it is timely now

to relax our feet

it is timely now

to regain our composure

to put on new shoes

.

and run again..

.

.

.

The Celebrated Blogger of March in Short Story Writing Honorable Mention Award

Thank You jingle for this Award.

.

sick audience

a       singer       unheard

a       score       unknown

a stage  unlike  the  rest

the  audience  murmurs

.

a        news        unheard

a   message    unknown

a gossip unlike the rest

the   audience   tremors

.

a        love         unheard

a        love        unknown

a  love  unlike   the  rest

the   audience  ruptures

.

sick                   audience..

.

.

.

wonder

we are

equally possessive

adamantly jealous

similarly stubborn

crazily moody

.

we are

equally passionate

adamantly caring

similarly concern

crazily loving

.

we are

wickedly in love

but not precisely

in tune sometimes

I wonder..

.

.

.

tale from the sky

a foggy evening

a pale freezing sky

a swish of rain

a fall down its leaves..

.

a melt of you

a finger down your spine

a mango cusp the tree

a drip into the river..

.

a tune on its bark

a summer on your lobe

a canopy open

a twinkle of refreshing..

.

a tale from the sky

a couple in smiles

a playground of fingers

the waters sparkle..

.

.

.

super tongue

you  speak  five

languages and

four      dialects

one    delightful

super    tongue

that brings  two

of   us  together

and  keeps  me

awake till three

.

I  am  definitely

out numbered..

.

.

.

lemongrass kisses

lemongrass     kisses

and  cold   beer  hugs

a     memoir     written

upon wishful kebabs

a symphony at sticks

hearts  truly  remixed

a   pleasant  evening

of  chicken  pie  licks..

.

.

.

good tree

true love

like a good tree

must be pruned

to bear good fruit

.

.

.

magic magpie

what I can do

I have done

what I can give

I have given

what I can say

I have said

if all these

does not translate

to sweetness

guess I need to hire

a magic magpie

to soothe you

lending meaning

to my actions

with his singing..

.

.

.

new spring

waddling through the jungle

in search of new spring

inflicted me with cuts

and bruises all over

but I never allow it

to distract my focus

because I know that in time

wounds will heal

and scars will fade away

and this

is but a part of

this amazing adventure

of my journey

into new life

with you..

.

.

.

breathless addiction

you live inside

my never-ending desire for hope

such immaculateness

smitten’s me to the core

of my yearning

and I love

the little drops of sweeteners

you squeezed into my ears

it is a drowsy breathless addiction

and like all addictions

not only am I happily sedated

I have trouble letting go..

.

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The Celebrated Poet of March Award

Thank You jingle and all the wonderful poets who

voted for me.. wordwand, shakira, gina, ishabelle,

ana goncalves, doubtful poet and of course jingle..

.

boggling musing

i miss the one who misses me

who misses the one who misses her

who misses me

i love the one who loves me

who loves the one who loves her

who loves me

is to miss love and is love to miss?

is to love miss and is miss to love?

boggling musing..

.

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apple sweat

we  could  have  met  then

if I were to  sit in

watching the apple sweat

if I were to  fill in

we could have introduced

if I were to put in

that extra  effort and know

you     many    years    ago

spotting    that   long   hair

we   could    have   begun

to love..

.

.

.

bed of nails

all this while

I was lying on

this bed of nails

as the wind and rain

gorges my skin

from up above

keeping me distracted

I was totally unaware

of the pain

prickling below

.

when you came

into my life

and rested yourself on me

blocking me from the wind

and rain

only then did I

regain consciousness

and realize the discomfort

of having to lie

on this bed of nails..

.

.

.

weakness

I have a weakness for you

nights like this

drapes me in gloom and despair

I am no longer the master

of my mind

and my eyes

as it keeps drifting

and drifting

and drifting

till I break down

and can no longer feel

till I am numb

all over

and can no longer hear you..

.

.

.

reversible boredom?

when you are smiling

at your friends

I was sticking

my tongue out

at my own shadow..

.

when doors

opened up for you

my eyelids lay shut..

.

when you say you love me

my shadow smiled

your friends

they were sticking

their tongues out

.

when my eyelids

opened up for you

the door lay shut..

.

reversible boredom?

.

.

.

peacock pee

I rummage through the closet

to find the  little  technicalities

and flaws of  our  relationship

but found none that will make

me distance myself from you..

.

instead,   unconventionalities

like the peacock  pee  kept us

happily  bonded   throughout..

.

.

.

mood swing

mood swing

moods wing

now       here

no       where

.

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