The Poetry Marathon

Outside my window

A clothes line

on which I’ve hung hurriedly

my towel and my t-shirt—

wrinkled

A few flower pots

with seasonal flowers—

all colours

A white wall

with fine cracks—

revealing its grey body

Bold but beautiful

I miss your promises—

all fake

(Hiaku)

Black velvet

on your ivory skin

Hair pinned

bare neck

A sideway glance from you, Senorita,

lights my sullen room

Life—

a small book

a never ending prose

an exaggerated art form

A flower pot resides

next to my work station

Sometimes a flower blooms

with a red glistening texture

its subtle fragrance all over

Sometimes a thorn pricks

my conscience

its consequence all over

The crimson pot—

my muse

stays forever.

Space

I’ve always been scared

of the space

I’ve seen myself

lost in its eternity

It was the thing you wanted from me

Blank and austere.

I was unable to survive

in the cold purlieus of your space

On the ebb of space,

there is space

and it will remain between us

forever.

How to make chai (tea)?

Take a pot

fill it with water   half full

show your optimism

Put the pot on the stove

on the medium flame

of agony

Add tea leaves— all black

equal to the number of lovers

Charlie has had

Spice it up like your life

put a cardamom, a clove

a pinch of cinnamon

Add sugar

a teaspoon full

so  your day shall remain sweet

Pour milk

till the count of five—

the number of friends you’ve in your beehive

Bring it to boil

See the bubbles of your anger

do wonders

Turn off the stove

and your worries

Strain out the tea leaves

Your tea is ready!

Pour it in one of

your fancy cups

Drink it sip by sip

slurrrrp

while it’s still hot

Shall I mourn the loss of time?

It took away all my dimes.

Shall I mourn the loss of time?

It made me prime.

(Couplets)

From Lolita

My body has just ripened

let me bear the fruits with you

the diamonds in your eyes

reflect the light in mine

the lollipop of desire

is my favourite candy

Humbert, I’ve forgotten Charlie,

let me hum your tune

Persona poem.

( Character- Lolita from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov)

Opalescent smile—

Rosy cheeks—

Enchanted lover.