Pink flamingo

 There are pink flamingoes

Pink Flamingos that fly

Fly in middle eastern deserts

They thrive the harsh and the cruel

.. our love.. a pink flamingo 

 Black roses, they bloom,

By the banks of River Euphrates..

Nowhere else, they say..

Your love for me, it bloomed

When I was beside you..

Nowhere else, I say 

The Sonnet’s curse and a limerick’s arse

I sat down to write a limerick..a tease

Instead, I wrote a long verse, taking my time

Perverse like the urge to pick your nose, or to sneeze

The poet  in me feels an urge to write in rhyme

The sonnet long has 14 lines from bad to worse..

The poet must write long lines, thought she earns not a dime

At the most awkward of times, she breaks into a verse

In her alphabet soup, there lands a poem lame or sublime..

ABABCDCDEFEFGG, is the sonnet’s curse

To make the poem fit the Shakespeare's quatrains..

She forces words to ryhme and that is her curse

In rhymes and syllable rules, life’s meaning drains..

More rules to make it a sonnet?, My verse refuses to be that party bore..

No more darn rules, I will stick with free verse and lore

A limerick, again needs to rhyme...

Has to be funny  to stand the test of time...

And bawdy like yes..Edward Lear

Forced to be funny, my verse now just wipes the rear

Who has the time to make a funny verse rhyme

Rules to make it a limerick? My verse refuses to be that  party bore..

No rules for me, I will stick with free verse and lore

Lovers last

A note to my love..

 A  love note .. that you  will chance upon .. for the moments when life parts us or separates us to bring us back 

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Something tells me..  you read my verse?

Lovers in their effort to deny love..

Deny their selves.. thinking it makes it less worse

Not knowing …cowardice does not stop  love..

Love does last.. even when defiant lovers don’t..

Something tells me..  you read my verse?

That you know we could live.. if  you only  willed ..

Could live even, love even , but the odds are worse..

Unless you choose more than just reading verse, Strong willed? 

Love does last.. even when defiant lovers don’t.

Something tells me..  you read my verse?

Give in to love! It takes both of us..

Weak willed or strong willed, look beyond verse

If you only will . ..if we only will.. there will be us..

Love does last.. even when defiant lovers don’t..

Something tells me..  you read my verse?

And will choose to live beyond a lifetime in a day,

And that you will give in to love ..however averse

Lovers can last .. If we give in to love.. today?

Love does last.. even when defiant lovers don’t..

Something tells me..  you read my verse?

Lovers last when we surrender, give in to love..

Knowing love lasts, then we lovers last..

Knowing, yes I know you read my verse..

 Love does last.. even when defiant lovers don’t..

Then why defy?

 

I  yearn for love, tenderness and care..Love me?

Then my heart reminds me.. selfless

I must give not ask..unconditionally me..

Love, tenderness and care… caress.. endless

Hoping against hope in the indifferent universe..

That love can bring everything back..

I choose to love thee and the universe, 

Not hoping that you throw some crumbs back

But hoping some day…you see my verse

You wish you had  thrown some crumbs back..

And rudder those crumbs to the  universe 

As the universe ‘s prodigal son who returns back

To love and love back the universe..

If not me..

The poetic contract killer

 When I kill a poem ever so silently..

Choke it’s neck without leisure 

Choose to work for a penny more

Rather than feed the hungry poet’s soul

When I choose to lie back in fatigue, in laziness 

And not give the words a pen to write.

My poems… killed, awaken from the dead..

Haunt me and say.. Have you sold your soul?

Your poetic soul for two pennies more..

A contract killer on hire.. Yes..

I kill poems for money now..

Calluses .. Excuses

 I faintly remember your chiseled face,

The stubble, the angles..some semblance of you

Trying to revive what I felt for you.:

Was it true? Was it all a lie to erase?

I remember our fingers entwined in a clasp, those times

Now all that remains is my rough callused hand..

The friction of holding and letting go..numerous times

Dry, unfeeling with a wart right on the fate line..my lone hand

 In an ocean of Indian Chai,

In an ocean of Indian Chai .. frothy

In cups and saucers as sailboats to buoy 

With teaspoons of  brown sugar oars..earthy..

You and I ..on an adventure of conversations..Ahoy!

Our naked minds revealing words like cookies soaked in Chai

Chatter.. silence..All our thoughts or lack of them.. 

Comfortably open in an ocean of Indian Chai..

Us.. Sailing away from the world.. Forget’ em..

You , me .. willfully pause for life to stay still…

Yes .. that moment would soak  in Chai

 Fake banter...Real Love...

In conversations …today and happy banter..

There was a question drowned in wine

They asked…What is your happiest moment.. like ever?

You.. Dancing in your arms alone..My happiest moment ever..

In that moment I felt your absence and yet I hid in cheery banter..

I remarked a fake “Now!" and  resumed the banter..

To fake lives..fake conversations and fake banter🥂

To help us survive real love!

Just love .. in childish scrawls

 I know not to frame words…

How does one frame words that spell feeling…

All words come out hollow..and loud

Like a loud screech from an untuned microphone 

In lieu of music .. a shriek..

Say.. you want a hug .. a moment in  light

Tenderness … Ask for it in words.. ugly words

The words.. they smell.. Unwashed laundry of whiny flaws

The moment’s yearning..morphs to monster in words 

 Painting an  needy expectation.. trite .. with clingy claws 

 In lieu of painting   unsaid desire..and chemistry

They come out all wrong, twisted ...my heart in knots …

“ I wish you would want me” .. I say

I sound like a  prosecutor losing his plea in court

 I wish instead, my words were a kindergarten scrawl,

A toddler scrawl of a  huge childish ❤️ heart.. 

You would then  atleast  smile… at the innocence ..

The innocence of childish  love and desire

And not see it as. grumble…quibble… a squabble

Not an ask .. a demand nor a cross for you to bear..

Just love .. a childish scrawl

 

The world is at my door,  

Loud chatter, parties and conversations..

There is love and happiness…

And yet I seek my silence with you..

Knowing that silent togetherness..

That silent togetherness will always ..

Will always be a moment ..

A moment in eternity..

I tell my mind to choose noise ..

Not listen to my naive heart..

For silence.. he is whimsical..

Silence, he betrays me..

Leaving me abandoned..

Abandoned in eternity..

Holding onto a moment 

Back to the world..

The world and it’s meaningless party ..

I go..

For noise, he is there .. constant..

Not eternity, not a moment..

But he is there..

Noise is steadfast…loyal

Silence …fleeting 

 Quicksand

The vicious quicksand in the deserts of Sahara..

Less vicious they are than men..

For they pull you into darkness just once..

But the men, who have a way like quicksand..

To pull you closer… for them just once won’t do

They pull you in deep and let you fight your way out

Breathe!

Just to pull you back in once more..

The sheer joy they see for a woman fall .. again and again

In her naivety to want love ..Love and Quicksand

Are all but one..

Men.. they are more..

Alas... Our love

 If our love was a butterfly...

It would live a few moments and fearlessly die..

If our love was a stubborn mountain..

It would  be for eternity,  resiliently waiting through the uncertain..

Alas, our love lives beyond the moment and less than eternity..

Me and You

Someone did ask me…(Actually nobody did...)

I guess that is poetic license.. poetic motive

But yes.. So somebody did ask me?

Why I write poetry…?  What higher motive?

Isn't it a rather useless pursuit.. if you ask me?

Is it just an outlet of escape for .. The rational 'Me'!

The emotional 'Me’! The lover 'Me'.! The lost ‘Me’!

Different outcomes! Different motives!

But the real answer that stood out for me..

Was one where I truly have no real reason..no motive…

Poetry stays beautiful..without manmade logic or motive.

It is not for a purpose that the words flow from me..

To have in life…an answer not intentional in motive..

Something that flows and ebbs alongside my soul and me..

With purpose… there is an end..as a final motive

Without real purpose, it remains endless beyond time and me..

Beautiful without reason.. somewhat like you and me..

Companions for life.. without purpose, without motive..

Me and my poetry… Me and you..

My lover has no face

 My lover has many faces..

He showed them in many phases..

The in-love face, the angry face, ..

The lusty face.. all of them a passing phase

But the one that stays.. now in this phase..

Is where my lover has no face...

He ghosts and disappears in this phase..

I have kissed and loved..every other passing face and phase...

How does one love a lover without a face?

Hidden Beauty

 Every tad day,

We grow a little more invisible..

In youth and it's hey day..

You are serenaded .. Your youth visible!

Then your middle age marches in.. mid-day

You know you are the background music, felt light

You march on to being older, wiser.. pale twilight

You notice.. you are noticed lesser.. each day..

You almost learn to love your solitude...

Little do they know.. that this day..

You have more to serenade than that lost heyday..

That lost heyday  in youth's altitude

Wider hips, grey hair , puffy eyes, creepy skin and wrinkles

Hark! Those days await...everyone someday

But the strength is in knowing... beyond age's wrinkles

That you now no longer care ..what the world thinks...

I guess  that strength is worth living to that someday!

Without a care...Me thinks!

That is the  beauty .. Hidden beauty to serenade everyday!

The Loneliness Epidemic

 We have an Epidemic.. of endemic loneliness..

It spreads in the crowd.. and when alone..

When you speak..and When you don't...

In the air you breathe and when breatheless

We talk but don't converse

We see but don't notice..

We understand but don't feel..

We care and yet don't really care..

We want our way, all of us..

We want another to share our way..

Though we be in each other's way..

Never ready to walk a mile in another's way

We stay alone and avoid people..

We wait for the One..

Someone to get you..

Anyone really!

We have every one

And yet..No"One"  will do...

Reach out

 Today, they found a new creature…

Deep down in the seas in Antarctica..

They say it has twenty arms…

All I know is.. if I were in Antarctica..

Deep down in the oceans...

if I were that odd creature..

All my arms and more .. 

They would reach out for you…

Your choice ..always …was

to run  afar or embrace…

You chose to do both!

Hush!

 Hush! Little baby.. Don’t say a word!

All the words you want to say..

All the love your want to give..

All the tears you want to cry…

Hush! Little baby.. Don’t say a word..

All words are insufferable in this indifferent  world..

So .. Hush! Little baby.. Don’t say a word..

 

My heart and I are strangers today...

y heart and I are strangers tonight…

I ask my heart…what she seeks...

I implore…plead…her to answer...

She chose not to speak to me...

Like an angry silent couple...we fight..

Knowing…not knowing what the other wants

Our heart beats in a jarring grumpy silence

My heart and I are strangers tonight..

Following the race…an arduous climb…

I pursue the crowd .. Lost.. somewhere 

I look back searching for the real …

In the distance…I see her..my heart distant

She chose to  rest… to pause..to stay back

I beseech her to take me back…to her will

Away from the  noisy din of this world..

My heart and I are strangers today...

I implore ..I plead ..her to answer

Take me back to that moment...where she spoke

Far from... this din of this world..

My heart and I were not strangers ..then

Yes…I heard her heartbeat…my heartbeat…