The Poetry Marathon

I move through the wide plains
Around narrow hills even
Down a mountain and
Sometimes through a valley.
Skipping through forests or
Gliding along desert winds
They call me the wanderer
A traveller without an ally.

Through the soft wind
She rode her bike
With the speed of light
Or what she would like to think
Sparkling eyes tell of hopeful thoughts
Maybe, maybe today she can finally find it
Reaching her destination
She alights the vehicle gracefully
Or what she would like to think
And with staggering feet
With extra hopping here and there
She reached where she wanted to be
Barging into the library she went to
A particular spot hidden behind contemporary
Searching for one particular prize
She almost squealed when she found it
There, she thought, now I have it
Gazing lovingly at The Tale Of Genji.

Alighting the stairwell
She looked at me
And in all seriousness, asked
‘Were you the one who drank all the coffee?’

In the wee hours of morning
I open the door
To a once ever dark room
Filled upto the brim
With years of solitude.

What was it that I was looking for
Amidst the broken frames
And fogged up glasses
Maybe the poetry
That each of them hide

In the shroud of darkness
Just beyond the reach of light.

The fading darkness saw me
Writing away my deepest scars
Through the first rays of light.
I can only hope to welcome it back
Once again as the light fades
And wraps itself in that comforting abyss.

The sunrise tells of
Yet another unknown story
Of days past, though it
Would have to wait for the
Sunset to conclude it.

It couldn’t inspire others
Nor was it able to reach them
It couldn’t find it’s voice in time
How could it ever preach them?

It failed to woo the beloved
Of the lonesome lover under the moon
It failed to enthrall the audience
It couldn’t make ladies swoon

And all of it because of
But a moment’s delay
It was a poem too late
For the poet waited to eat a fillet!

And thus away went
The beautiful time of creation
You can’t very well catch a train
Once it leaves the station.

Striped shirt
Polka dot pant
Would you be intrested in
Listening to my rant?

French fries
Garlic dip
Lets talk
I love to gossip

Faded jeans
Old shoes
Thanks to my pizza love
I got a lot of weight to lose

Pink tiles
White edges
I hate heels
But love wedges?

Dogs bark
While birds sing
Gonna stop this
Since it got boring.

Found a really old picture
In the darkest corner of attic
Bright smiles, shining eyes
So different from the orbs
Observing them right now
What changed?
Nothing specifically
It’s just the rule of time
It keeps moving waiting for none
And wasn’t it you who chose to stop?

For the longest time
I was alone
Until one day
It showed up
In a small corner of the low ceiling
The itsy-bitsy spider swirled
Gracefully, repetitively
Creating a niche
To call home.
I watched fascinated
The sleek movements
All so perfectly balanced
Then I did what I was ought to
And squished it under
A broom with long end.
Going back to being
Alone, the sole master of
My own perfect niche.