Fare Thee Well

It's been a while since I posted in this blog, yeah? I've been feeling sorrowful and incompetent about not being able to conjure a piece of poetry for so long...or have I merely not found the time to dedicate towards it? It isn't new, a period when I am not able to write anything, when …

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Circular Maze

A collab with Riya from https://hmmmbyriya.wordpress.com/I don't think for this question,There exists a straight solutionIt's all just too twisted,As at sea, my mind drifted.I'm thinking too direct,To get results, I suspect,For nothing seems simple,I'm just going around in circles.My eyes turn to the right and the left,How do I find my way back home?When both …

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Beyond the Door

My next poem:Beyond this doorway,I smell the scent of spring,The skies a stark blue,The green garden striking.Beyond this doorway,Beyond the maze of verdure,I see magnificent mountainsWhose peaks clouds cover.Beyond this doorway,The sand's no longer coarse,The path's no longer stony,A simple yet tough course.Beyond this doorway,Lies the path to triumph,After timeless years of toil,I feast my …

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Remembering Marshall

My next poem:I remember watching youBowl bouncers ferociously fast,Subtle swing, that hadThe best batsmen outclassed.I remember them fallingLike a pack of dominoes,Some retiring with concussions,Or nursing a broken nose.I remember stumps shattering,i remember edges flying,Looks of resignation emergingAmong players of spirit dying.I remember crafty cuttersDeceiving the sharpest minds,Impeccable pace bowling,The best I'd ever find.But above …

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Entreating for Peace…?

My next quadrille:Exhausted, I embraceThe plump pillows of bed,Body bawling for respite,After the sweat it's shed*.Ears entreating for peace,Mind scared by dinOf a bedeviling burdenThat gets under my skin.They torment me terribly,Time bound, yet timelessOnline classes. -The Forgers of Fantasy*Metaphorical for its toil.This has been penned for the DVerse quadrille prompt, where poets were asked …

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Nostalgia

My next poem:I still can recallThe glorious times of oldWhen summers weren't scorchingAnd winters barely cold.When spring dawned sprightly,And monsoon marched mighty,When rains rained rapture,In the hearts of the carefree.When I could still readBooks boundless in number,When I could write poemsWith all the skill I'd muster.When drowning in delightsOf a transient childhoodIgnited not ire, but …

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Soup

My next haibun:Although I mostly prefer writing poetry, when time and muse have permitted, I've also dabbled in the delightful art of story writing. It can be quite challenging, but as is the case with poems, if you've a well-cooked plot, it doesn't take much to prepare a story. I like to think of it …

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Does it Ring a Bell?

My next quadrille:Do they ring a bell,The battles that were,Bloody clashes between countries,That delivered unimaginable despair?Do they ring a bell,The conflicts that are,Terrible tensions that preserveThe uncertainity of war?The price of peace-Never once free-Is enormous indeed. -The Forgers of FantasyThis has been penned for the DVerse quadrille prompt, where poets were asked to pen quadrilles …

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Sleep, Never to Wake

A poem:Sleep, never to wakeIn a night devoid of moon,Endless stretch of black,And timeless, tenebrous gloom...Sleep, never to wakeImmured in this wicked world,Where corruptions reigns,And malign malefice unfurls.Sleep, never to wakeSuffering in solitude,Pulverized by pain,With nobody by your side...Sleep, never to wakeTo live a life you regret,I hope, at long lastYour agony, you forget. -The …

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Clusters

My next set of wayras:Hassled by homework,Combating cryptic numbers,Computing endless products,Thinking tirelessly,Writing perpetual pages.Seven thirty saysThe ever-so candid clock,Familiar sounds echo,A swishing noise I hark,Followed by a thunderous roar*.I remain seated,Hands working furiously,Mind timelessly toiling,Although plagued by fearOf missing out on a night's game.Decoding details,Imbibing information,Tired, I wistfully watchStories of friends feasting**And reveling in restaurants.Burning …

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