Archive for May, 2010
Without her in its crown
Her love is so pink
With her you’ll never sink
Purple is her style
It makes the boys hearts beat a mile
She is never green
In orange now she preens
Red hot flares her anger
Beware of the danger
Something yellow bothers her mind
But lets leave that for the future
Her sorrow runs so true
It will leave you feeling blue
She can be the innocent angel in white
Or the fearsome devil clad in black
But her zest for life is a rainbow
But however she is now
We all love her all the while
i happen to see a funeral procession pass by my home one day…and a few lines stuck in my head…
I see you sitting stoically by
Your hands as they linger lovingly
On the face of a shell
That held the one you held most dear
I see your eyes glistening
As you try to hold back your tears
And as your eyes meet mine
I’m shaken by the grief I behold
Yet even then I know that
As the last rose is thrown down
And your ivory hands clenched so tight
You’ll live on with your steely strength
And quiet dignity
In the memory
Of all that you have lost…
The majestic walls of the fort
Rose high to shield the rising sun
The silence of the hall
Bearing silent witness
To the loss of all that once was…
D balconies where women
Once stood in their finery
To gaze down upon the worldly sights
The courtyards trembled with
The warriors’ cry and the clash of steel
Rearing up to the next conquest
Amidst the clutter of pans
and the smell of spices roasting
the myriad cooks prepared
the sumptuous feast for the day
The riot of colors the glittering mirrors
on the dancers skirts
As they swayed and twirled
To the cadence of the bard’s voice
The king and the courtiers
in their resplendent attires
Preside over the worldly issues
The tinkle of bells on anklets
The sound of laughter and songs
Rang high and clear
In the passage to the ladies’ wing
The doorways adorned with
Heavy brocades and soft silks
Now lay bare to the eye
The faces painted on the wall
Look sadly on in silence
The last vestige
To the golden age of rule
That once graced these halls
This is what i wrote for my friends just before graduation…
Looking like innocent angels
Decked up in brilliant colors
Look closer still and you will see
Our spirits so mischievous shining thro
Brains tuned sharp for studies and for trouble
Imps that we are, always together…
Miss this college, we won’t
But sorely shall we miss
Our seven sweet rascals…
From shopping sprees to assignments due
Exam tensions to eating out
Gossip in class while we write
Performance so outstanding
Our attendance always in lieu
Broken hearts and wedding blues
Laughter abound and tears are few…
As we move on and out of this life
Think of what we were
The Seven angelic imps….
With the walls all gray around me
I could see the stars
Thro’ the bars of my window
The door opened as a man walks in
And led me roughly by my frail hand
The people stood watching and waiting
I bent my head and heard
The sound of a blade being sharpened
I heard a cry
As the blade was laid to its hold
The people jeered as I had my moment of regret
Then the fog closed around my vision
And I heard no more….
The last time I was surfing the net I came upon a site for generated love poems. Now I admit I was curious enough to try it and this is what I got….
Once More, My Love
This night I shall dream of your bedazzling blue hair and jaguar-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous eyes-music,
I long to sip from your mangoful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged peppers of greenness — skimming vast continents of lipss and cats.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our apples.
Brilliant as Runing Viennas, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated dogs and tender Venicehearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our Ohing love chimes from our Cheeks.
I press the Sea that you wear around your neck against my lips-muffin so that our mangos melt into one.
You will always be the jaguar of my own Runing eye of love.
lols…atleast I had a good laugh
9:30 A.M. Another typical day in the Indian summer. I’m in the kitchen making tiramisu from scratch.
10:00 A.M The pound cake for the base is ready and I’m lazily stirring the coffee mixture over the stove. My dogs sticks his head into the kitchen and gives me his poor little puppy look. I’m a sucker for that. I give him a blob of butter and bodily deposit him outside the door.
10:30 P.M. Made cream cheese. Making tiramisu is starting to look like a Herculanean task. Still I persevere even when I’m starting to think I should have made something simpler…foresight is a real pain!!!
11:00 A.M Finally the cheese mixture is also ready and I’m assembling the Tiramisu (finally!) to strains of ‘What have you done to my kitchen’ my mum in the background.
Dad puts in his bit of wisdom “there’s no way you are going to lose weight!”
I ignore them both and put the finished tiramisu into the fridge to set
4:30 P.M. Time for dad’s evening tea. I plop down two bowls of tiramisu (for mum and dad)They eye it warily as if I’ve served them a ticking time bomb. Honestly!!!
6:00 P.M. I’m reading Da Vinci code for the umpteenth time on the sofa….my parents??? They are scraping the last few pieces of their second helping of Tiramisu…Smug smile!!!