Sonneteer starts

22-02-2005 A.D.

I embrace sweet thoughts galore, early this morn.
Through sonnets true, I rose to speak my heart
To praise the fairy who fuels tales I adorn
With novelty and rhythm that can stand apart
After this night in winter which stayed long,
To trees weeping with joy that knows no bounds,
With notes of silent rhythm I play my song,
For yellow flowers that dance to these fine sounds.
This road I chose, I've begun to adore.
Tranquil musings ring on my winding trail,
Revive soul with bliss like never before,
Reason why there are no ways I could fail.
Certainly I love writing these lines that mix
For the girl whose number ends in a six.

Note: I think I've counted the syllables rightly to qualify this for a sonnet. This scheme consists of 3 quatrains and a couplet, 10 syllables in each line. It's earthy, but it's the first one I wrote adhering to all the rules.

Total tolerance

14-02-2005 A.D.

The prince left for the woods early at dawn.
With quiver full of arrows ready to be drawn.
Chasing hares and deer on his noble steed.
Soaring like the wind, at a very high speed.
He halted his mare at a still pond at noon.
To rest and quench his waxing thirst soon.
He first heard a rustle, then saw a silhouette.
A lady allured him and he began to covet.
He followed the pretty maiden on her route.
Then came a thick fog stymieing his pursuit.
He perpends if he could convince her now.
With a wait very patient to evince his love.
The fog persists but he waits to see her there.
To shower his passion and times to share.

Note: I think there is a very abrupt change of mood but I consider the switching part the threshold of imagination.

Seven lovely sins

14-02-2005 A.D.

The edacious breeze neither leaves nor ceases.
Raking through your hair it's hunger it appeases.
As you walk along the lakeside, the roses envy
The garb so soigne, daubed in colors of glee.
As you elegantly sashay beneath the skies blue,
The serpentine lake finds a wrath against you.
Undefiled drops of dew wait longer to drip
To seize your fine portrait before they can slip.
The trees are greedy, when the winds blow,
They try to enclose you, the branches go low.
Then to the ground the fruits make their trips.
Trenchantly to taste and savor those lusty lips.
In raffish manners you deserve to take pride.
Hence you secure in my heart, a place wide.

Note: In order - Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Lust, Pride, this is the best I could manage. 2 done. 12 more to go.

Ignited soul

14-02-2005 A.D.

Across whispering vales t'ween lofty mountains,
Witnessing tempests, floods and fecund plains,
Like fish in blue waters, like feathers in the air,
Tales of an angelical damsel travelled everywhere.
From the farthest places people flocked to see
The twinkle in her eyes and the charm so jaunty.
Her strut in the meadows, her disporting hair,
Wide smiles so abstruse with an enigmatic flair.
Spring was unwilling to leave her loved bairn.
The sun stayed, also the snow-capped cairn.
The squirrels on the trees watched her dance.
As the doves were lost and trapped in a trance.
No one knows whether she is true or a rumor.
But that lass you will find, look into the mirror.

Note: I've started this marathon for the symbolic target and definitely hope to reach it before 15th of February hits India.