Velvette Verve
December 29, 2021
Garden
Dawn breaks, the dream aches
to be lost, to be set free
in my mind’s eye, the picture resides
spotted subtle hues.
The disgruntled I know you
the fevered thank you
and all the things which will never come through
Though the smoke screen is removed
I don’t see anything new
Primrose landscape
Butterflies trying to escape
Azaleas standing shyly against the air
drooping eyelids
a dilapidated stare
Fresh scented air
with warm decanted flair
Green boughs
Plaited ploughs
On Dope
Ebullient is the first step
Insight restrains
on the culvert beside the low stemmed tree
Parked on a bench
the bus was on time
the people in it were on time too
it reached the other sidewalk on the neigh
Treacle shaped silhouette
Peeped on the stairway
Struggled to speak
Enigma!
Apparitions on the threshold
You
are here to behold
For I see nothing clear
The way where I go is unclear.
A Telling Game
Words you ask? What can they be?
I hardly know them, or maybe I pretend
for
Pretending is another dirty game.
Feeling unsure,
Mystique overlays.
But, dear me, my heart breaks
your words rip my heart anyway.
Someone wise told me, and I tell you the same.
for
I did not want any part in this wretched game!
They proclaim sitting on the high stands,
Pontificating on everything!
with
Just a glance.
Can they surmise the whole?
When they only believe in what’s told
The quest is on, and answers we seek.
But who will give them to the meek?
Writers
Hark!
Yonder lays a deep valley of surprise.
Can't keep struggling with a sentence
The real writers write in an instance.
True
So true,
It’s all making someone real blue.
Yet, they announce
With a difference
We all are writers
We are of the same kind
We live of each other’s dime
To climb above all
Pour our venting anger in a worded bowl
Lest thy enemies scowl
Pour them in a bigger abstracted towel
Wring in dry
Robed with aphorisms
Lest they try and undermine our motives behind
And add some abominable similes
Which no one can understand?
February 21, 2011
B.I.U.T.I.F.U.L.
Broken and twisted.
Used and abused.
Taken for rides.
Dropped from heights.
Plunged in depths.
Cut and bruised.
Hurt and hurtled.
Pushed and shoved.
Cheated and spurned.
Left disenchanted.
And still they smile.
Like a thousand suns.
And still they love,
Like no other one.
And still they fight,
Till all is done.
And still they laugh,
Brimming with fun.
And still they hope,
All wrongs will be undone.
Beautiful people do not just happen.
It takes a lifetime to be one.
From here http://witnessofthemeltingpot.blogspot.com/2011/02/buitiful.html
Used and abused.
Taken for rides.
Dropped from heights.
Plunged in depths.
Cut and bruised.
Hurt and hurtled.
Pushed and shoved.
Cheated and spurned.
Left disenchanted.
And still they smile.
Like a thousand suns.
And still they love,
Like no other one.
And still they fight,
Till all is done.
And still they laugh,
Brimming with fun.
And still they hope,
All wrongs will be undone.
Beautiful people do not just happen.
It takes a lifetime to be one.
From here http://witnessofthemeltingpot.blogspot.com/2011/02/buitiful.html
January 09, 2011
Sher -Written by meena kumari..
Tum kya karoge sunkar mujhse meri kahani
Belutf zindagi ke kisse hain pheeke pheeke
Why do you want to listen to my story:
Colourless tales of a joyless life
At the time of the divorce, she wrote:
Talaak to de rahe ho Nazar-e-kahar ke saath
Jawani bhi mere lauta do Mehar ke saath
You are divorcing me with rage in your eyes
Return to me, also, my youth along with the dowry!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meena_Kumari
Belutf zindagi ke kisse hain pheeke pheeke
Why do you want to listen to my story:
Colourless tales of a joyless life
At the time of the divorce, she wrote:
Talaak to de rahe ho Nazar-e-kahar ke saath
Jawani bhi mere lauta do Mehar ke saath
You are divorcing me with rage in your eyes
Return to me, also, my youth along with the dowry!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meena_Kumari
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