Hour 14 Words again

Frogs jump in joy
as the rain leaves
drops of nature
for them to breed.
Evenings be filled with
laziness dipped in coffee
Tomatoes are to ditch
in a bowl of soup
for the noodles to finds its place
Jars kept open
to be filled with cookie shakes
as I am too tired of hot in colds
Raincoats lie folded in the corner of the store
reminding me of memories of childhood
that none seem to care now
Steaming pots of noodles
twisting up to a swallow
Peculating the stolen cup of ice cream
hiding from my mother’s glance
as it’s not to be had
with the rains
Children still indoors in their
den with empty water floods
without paper boats
All Elbowed into their joy
of playing that racing galore.
Mystery finds its place
in stores of the book
left open.
calling for me unveils its trance.

Copyright © Snigdha

Romance by Chance

Romance has a history

Shrouded in mystery.

 

Romance will be dead

Unless it is fed.

 

Give romance a chance

And meet her at the dance.

 

Take your chance

With romance and glance.

 

Every new romance

Happens by chance.

 

If you really care

Romance will be in the air.

hour fourteen

the mystery of frogs elbows,

have you read the essay about frogs elbows,
pointy, edgy and shouldnt be touched
but they are really handy
for frogs to put their raincoats on
in the evening thunder storm
and summer wind.

Darkness Descends

Terror reigns in my mind.

Fear grips my heart.

There’s an enemy in every shadow.

Yet I’m all alone here in the dark.

I try to run as fast I can,

Footsteps are pounding in my ears.

I trip and fall and bang my knee,

And fight back all my tears.

I crawl my way to safety, unable to stay upright.

When at last I reach that glorious switch,

and turn on my house’s lights.

A Voice of Choice

Choices are a part
Of voices from the heart.

Without inner voice
You have no choice.

It is all a matter of choice
How we use our voice.

Back your choice
With a strong voice.

I made my choice
Paying heed to God’s voice.

People wish to taint
Have a choice of callous to paint.

Make a selective choice
That you should ultimately rejoice.

 

hour eleven

The lightness of being is pulling in its wake,
i can not resist
just let myself glide
and soon i feel my feet leaving the ground
i walk on thin air
and soon it turns thicker

The lightness of being is pulling me in its wake
and i start smiling when i realise
that i swim in the air,
i cant just let it happen
i have to intervene

That lightness of being i need to make it mine
and fall to the ground
with a loud thud
and realise i am on wooden floor in my childhood bedroom.

hour twelve

Pancakes are round.
they smell of childhood forgotten memories
they bring with them a huge nostalgia
of children who have left the hearth,
they are
warm, yellow and crispy
the way i like them

but they make me feel lonely,
isolate,
as an adult,
they are robinson crusoe food,
marrooned on a deserted island.
Did he miss pancakes?
He could have some of mine,

Jams and then some with cheese,
and maybe some for tomorrow’s breakfast,
used to freeze some for a quick snack for the children.

Pancakes are round or ought to be
but they give nostalgia a new meaning.

Community Effort – (Based on a True Story) Hour Twenty

Mr Free Cannabis – a name granted to him by the poll of deeds,

Tricked the council into watering cannabis plants for twenty years

After a community effort to contribute seeds,

And give them a new home inside his shop display

Which comprised

Of a bicycle and a trailer hooked up behind –

And became the whole scene of the crime

Where the plants were seized and due to hemp-phobia

He was informed the seeds could no longer grow here,

Despite having featured in the In Bloom awards one year,

Yes – that very same display!

So for Mr Cannabis it was a very sad day,

And all the others who had dropped seeds in the tubs,

To see the end to their much-loved shrubs.