Home at last

10-05-2005 A.D.

In its own parlance the early zephyr awakens me .
The lapwing chirps and flies swiftly across the tree.
The ruddy sky and the auburn soil bestir my senses.
People squabbling at the tap don't reach a consensus.
The tabloid lands in the balcony's attic with a thud
While a harridan curses children gamboling in mud.
I yawn and gaze at the seductive pillow on my bed.
I prefer to scurry in to perform my ablutions instead.
Later I'm guided by the pleasant aroma of incense.
In the kitchen, for rising early, I get my recompense.
Clutching a cup of hot milk, I move to the terrace.
Sprawled, I lie on the mat, the warm air I embrace.
The larkspurs in bloom apprise me of what I miss.
A cadenza prompts that there's no place like this.

Note: If anyone is just on the verge of concluding that my job is only knitting together words from the thesaurus I say nay. These works are straight out of my idiolect and I select words that are befitting the imagery running in my mind.

Nice neighbors

23-04-2005 A.D.

I have a diligent stalwart for a lovely neighbor.
He and his mate always find time to slumber.
They are friends from school, never have fought.
One goes by instinct and the other by thought.
Both share a rapport, also a complexion sombre.
The louder boy had a rough quarrel with a junior
And settled in this room after half the solar year.
The taller slogs all night playing many a game
While the wavy haired in day earns a lot of fame.
Having diverse interests, differently they steer.
Each of them in their own way is a sensation.
One draws inspiration, one loves hibernation.
Quite unlike the other though together they dwell.
On the paths they tread, the two wish to excel.

Note: Exams are around the corner but nothing can stop me from indulging in things I'm passionate about.

Swim in glee

05-04-2005 A.D.

In turmoil, the waves come to hit the shores
Washing all the feet, in twos, threes and fours.
Some rising high while the others stay low.
Some racing to the edge, some moving slow.
Leaving the coast of hearts, moist and warm,
Drenched in the tides, caressed by their charm.
Painting a magnum opus with a hue of maroon
In the sand that holds them away from the lagoon.
Soothing many a pebble heated by summer.
Rushing to endow the rocks with a shimmer.
Not the least unlike, you are the same instead
When you sport a cheer on those lips spread.
I'll strive to erase this distance, these miles
To plunge deep into the ocean of your smiles.

Note: All I need to do is sit in a boring lecture and wait till the eyes are lit.

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.

I'm coming

27-01-2005 A.D.

I'm afraid of neither the dunes nor the hills.
Not even the hyena in the woods that kills.
No storm can thwart the journey I set on.
I cannot take a break, be it dusk or dawn.
I ride very bravely even at gloomier hours.
I'm prepared to battle the darkest powers.
A warrior's path is not clean as a whistle.
A hero will find riddance of many a hassle.
I'll watch every step and risk at each turn.
I'll fight for my cause, for one thing I yearn.
Streams that run deep and mountains steep,
These miles I cover before I go to sleep.
No bad signs today these winds portend.
My princess, your wait does near its end.

Note: I've always written about things that have inspired me. But everytime I got my lazyness reflected in the poems. So I decided to write an action-packed one today.

We don't change

19-01-2005 A.D.

I try to look beyond those innocuous eyes.
The tangible smile on your lips that never dies.
Your stroll in the park every time and then.
For me, all about you, is still a good omen.
An omen that calls forth pleasure, no pain.
Opens your mansion down the memory lane.
A mansion not arty, no statues carved in wax.
I find myself awestruck, enchanted to relax.
All I find is little time to stand, stare and wink.
Ambience so enthralling, eyes refuse to blink.
Everywhere in here, frescos of you enslave.
Enticed in bliss, for else I do not now crave.
I hope not to depart from this reverie divine.
To elude the truth so harsh, you are not mine.

Note: When things are not that interesting in a Modern Communication Systems lecture, I can use my imagination to take me elsewhere. And this time I found a proper destination.