Posted in Poetry, Tanka

Tanka #1

ageing with outrage
for warmth to be outdated
a three chambered heart
harshly dipped in cold lava
red is blood and love no more

~Poem 12

Author’s Note: A Tanka, is an ancient form of Japanese poetry. The poems are distributed among five lines, that follow a “5-7-5-7-7” (in total 31) syllable structure. They usually comprise several literary devices such as metaphors, similes and personification, and are generally about nature and emotions. Tanka poems typically do not consist of punctuations or capitalization of letters and also do not possess any titles. I picked up this style of poetry from an online friend from Ireland.

Posted in Micropoetry, Poetry


You cried
You cried because you’re blown just for fun
Cried because you became a mere soulless molecule
Floating around like a useless being
Because when you landed
They lifted you up
Stared at you
Sneered at you
Sneezed at you
You were blown again
Oh! You cried again, isn’t it?
My friend, I just wanted to ask –
Have you ever seen a dandelion cry?


~Poem 11


Have you my friend?
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source: Pinterest)

Posted in Epics, Poetry

Ode to the Fall Leaves

One of my friends once told me
There are various dimensions
To how you can love another
Citing an instance of the exquisite Fall Leaves.
From Fall to Fall, they fall
Harnessing a myriad of shades
With each shade bearing a trait
Of a particular kind of love.
The first place is ranked by
Pretty little Cherry Blossoms
Who hold more than an aesthetic delight
Albeit, less than divine ties.
And that’s exactly where and when
The magical Auburn Bricks step in
Suddenly telepathy begins to make sense
However, their spell strikes back abruptly.
Their mystic charm depletes
Leaving behind warm Sweet Ambers
Who try and heal your sensitive spots
But, you promptly seal it again.
You choose companionship o’er courtship
Letting the obsessive Mulberry Fruits crawl out
Then, ranging from slits to scars
They slide to tremendous extents.

They take offerings to the next level
And the crushed Toasted Coconuts wonder
If their sacrifices would ever turn fruitful
Or whether their sufferings are worthy enough.
She presented her theory so beautifully
That it now resides on my fingertips
Love may be quite flexible
Yet, it remains as marvellous as a mosaic.



~Poem 10
Author’s Note: Each colour of the autumn leaves have been given a name: Pink – Cherry Blossoms, Red – Auburn Bricks, Yellow – Sweet Ambers, Purple – Mulberry Fruits, Brown – Toasted Coconuts
She explained it over tea
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source: We heart it)

Posted in Epics, Poetry


How gullible is this little empress 
So unaware of these shenanigans 
She embosoms a pretentious sleeping face 
And nibbles at my sideburns
As she chants her dulcet hums 
I capture each and every inch 
Of her niveous complexion 
That eclipses the spirit of wintertide
Dawn being an escape artist 
Leaves her heartfelt tunes 
To grow a bit morose 
Because it’s time for us to run errands
For a while I’m left wondering 
If in downtown we were to dwell 
Would she be as doleful as she is now 
Once the clock struck aubade?
Or would her doting nature 
Vanish with the morning haze? 
In a jiffy my thoughts are shushed down 
And that’s exactly why I call her my Pumpkin
But why is she busy contemplating 
On what she must prepare for grub 
When she knows I will be appeased 
With just some cottage cheese, tofu and malt?
The wind snatches her handmade tents
I open my semi-closed eyelids questioning her mien
Then again I grasp her natural foundation 
While she finishes ruffling my hair
She nods her head sideways saying she is amused 
Oh! And all along I believed she was pure blank! 
“By the way, Good Morrow Dear,”
Her wordy grape-like eyes slowly speak.
Somewhere in what we call a fortress
Under the balmy skies and woven cardigans
He nestles up merrily to my embrace
With daydreams of a child, skipping about ferns
His false, heavy breaths tickle my eardrums
And simultaneously compete with our goldfinch
To win my soft chuckles and flushing reflection
However, I feel he has something to confide
His right clenched fist
Tells me his mind is forming dunes
Out of a blooming rose
Reducing our love to gerunds
But even if he kept me on a broken swing
In a deserted warehouse or a pumpkin shell
My soul would always be ready to bow
Bow down to him, just like a barricade
His head-rest, my cross-legged posture
Then guides him through this vulnerable phase
I would grab the hems of my worn-out gown
And fling all those question marks towards a bin
Now I shall carry on fixing
A somewhat banquet in our castle’s hub
And in the process of my being teased
A deep serenade comes to a halt
Glistening dewdrops bedew our hung-out garments
The ultimate incandescence also hits our screen
Brightening up our mere accommodation
Though just his view, can beat its flair
He tilts his front as if I were bemused
When actually, I hadn’t fallen prey to his prank
“Well, Good Morrow Reindeer,”
He swiftly responds, with a lopsided cheek.
~Poem 9


(Picture credits- Nami)
Posted in Epics, Poetry

Shall we dance?

You arrived, all smirks and colognes,
A crisp button down, a contrasting necktie,
But involuntarily, you built a reflex in me

To hide my discoloured teeth,
Gather my umbrella cut creases,
And look down at crooked toes

Yet, you yanked my halterneck,
Not for a better view,
Instead to trace my bruised spine

And then to attain a perfect grip,
On a pair of drooping shoulders,
You let yourself also melt

Now ready and set to twirl me around,
You stapled that skater shift back,
And let me go about, like a spinning top

But, towards the end,
I clutched onto my sleeve,
To the much hyped, “Shall we dance?”

~Poem 8


Posted in Epics, Poetry

That "Heidi" inside you

Wipe out the mist, but condense your sight
Picture yourself standing at wuthering heights
Spring up and about, don’t stay put
Hop off your porch and go gallivanting barefoot
Gallop over the pastures like jolly fillies
Wonder what spiders have to do with lilies
Start by searching for snowdrops
Turn baskets and berries into your props
Tag along with some other species
Chase after them, then fall on your knees
Form a circle around the mighty Alp
Witness the breeze trace your scalp
Impersonate those thick clouds
While you sprawl on flowery mounds
Let the docile daisies govern your motion
And be sure to gulp down their divine potion
Open up your heart to Eastertide
Tell all the bitterness to run and hide
Gleam and rejoice with a mere pretzel
Now, impregnate that “Heidi” buried in your vessel.

~Poem 7

There is a child buried in all of us and we must set it free
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source Pinterest)
Posted in Micropoetry, Poetry


As the sun shines on everyone
On everyone but me
Jigsaws scatter again
This time with broken loops
Where rainbows have an end
And forget-me-nots lose their essence
Elastics break by pushing
And wishes die before hopes
Hour glasses halt midway 
While the windchimes’ melody fades
Pebbles guide me along
To a house, but not a home
Where brackets don’t open
Let alone close
A different realm, a different outlook
Somewhere that’s me without you.


~Poem 6

In a world without you
(Picture credits: Tsurechii)
Posted in Micropoetry, Poetry

The Burning Leaf

A vermilion flame ignites,
Promising to grasp the petiole
While sailing wings grow allergic,
To the blossoms that surround
It sways and sways,
Hoping to bury the scars
The rain reminds it again,
Only to befriend the weeds
She came in with a bent stinger,
Begging and pleading for bail
The rashes had spread by then,
Ashamed by her damage,
From ruptured veins and bald sepals,
She’d maimed the heart of the leaf.

~Poem 5
Ego obsession
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source: Mobogenie)