There she sails...

Look at the lovely lady
How she swims in the silent sea
Tactfully tampering the tranquility of thee
Her tender touch sends tremors
In the harmony of the hermit hearts

She is the quintessential queen
The splendor of sea
She flaps and flutters her fingers
Through the twitchy tides

The pretty princess prides
As warriors of the world try to woo
Her blissful beauty bestows
A gallon of glorious glee
Look…there she sails in the silent sea

Note:
This is a poem using Alliteration

Alliteration: When we use the same consonant in several words in the lines of a poem, it's called alliteration. The repetitive letters create a particular sound in the poem. .
Examples:
Summer of Sixty Seven
Suave sailors of Sinbad
Meddling methods of our media
Mirage in the mist?
Misty mountains and mirages?

Terror attack on the once sacred planet - Earth

Fresh blood which was the part of an alive individual, today I see it sprinkled on the road. Yes, it is of one of the victims of the recent terror bomb blast that shook the country. My heart bled watching the images on the television.

A father had set out with high hopes to see the tender feet of his son on pedal, to teach his son a new mode of transport. But the devil struck and he was himself transported out of the world. Similar was the fate of a doctor and his family, where the family is left out of trace. A blast at the place where people are saved and where they fight against destiny to be reborn, is just unimaginable. Yes, I am talking about the hospital. Two days, two cities, similar devastations. When the people were trying to recover from the after shock of the blasts that happened on Friday, they were forced to witness a similar plight in a different city the next day.

The families, truly perplexed wait for their fellow members who have not returned after the blast and there is no clue about their where about.

This is not just the fate of one country. This is a sample of what is happening in the so called prettiest planet “The Earth”. Violence, hatred blood shed covers the first few sheets of news papers everyday. Where has humanity gone?

Nothing is mine
Nothing is yours
We are a part of the world
That is so divine
We came empty handed
We will go empty handed
Why so much hatred
Why so much pain

Wish for peace
Pray for peace

Let this cruel spell cast on earth vanish
Let it once again become sacred and pure…..

Celestial Cinderella -The moon

I heard the soft rustle of the satin attire
As she swooped to light up the darkened sky
She was there spreading her radiant smile
Spellbound was I with this magical sight
Spellbound by the beauty of the Cinderella
All was calm, yet I heard a sweet song
A carrier of peace, a bundle of delight
My fellow humans were lost in a deep sleep
Missing to witness the fairy tale of night
Missing to witness the beauty of the queen
Totally memorized, I lost track of time
A celestial Cinderella, she quietly disappeared
As the first beam of sunshine kissed the earth
I looked for her, but all in vain
Her time was up, she had to leave

I do wait every night for her pretty smile…
To be wrapped in the glory of Cinderella….

Kavidhai...

Mugam parkum kannadi
oviyam aga asai paduvadhu
Unnai kanda pinbu dhan....


kal alle panikatti en idayam
Pilar thunbathin oru thee pori kandu
urugi viduvathal.....

uppu pidikadhu endrai...
Kaneer thuligalai sindhuvadhai nirithiviten...
en kannil vasikum unnai enadhu kaneer nanaikum enbadhal....

En vatriya idhayathil mazhai aga varuvai endru nenaithen
Mazhai aga vara vilai, puyalaga vandhay
En idhayathai un udan eduthu sendrai.....


Neela vanil vaanavil pola sila nodi needikum inbum
Vanavillin vanathai envadharkul maraindhu vidugiradhu....

Enadhu perai vasithai.....
Unadhu perai swasithen....
Unnai nesithen.....
yosithai.....yasithen....
maruthai.....marandhai.....
ninaithen.....maraiduviten....

poem using spoonerisms

Spoonerisms are words or phrases in which letters or syllables get swapped. This often happens accidentally in slips of the tongue (or tips of the slung as Spoonerisms are often affectionately called!):

I have used the following spoonerisms...

fighting a liar lighting a fire
nosey little cook cosy little nook
The blushing crow The crushing blow
a half-warmed fish a half-formed wish
teasing my ears easing my tears
lack of pies pack of lies
flutter by butterfly
ready as a stock steady as a rock
fight in this race right in his face

Note : Pie is a monetary unit formerly in use in India and Pakistan. I have used it in that sense....


I asked her…
Are you fighting a liar
Or lighting a fire
In others heart

Be quiet, she said.. I am suspicious
Of this nosey little cook
I will meet you
At the cozy little nook

We met, she said
I want to give
That blushing crow
A crushing blow

She inquired. Are you with me?
A half-warmed fish and
A Half-formed wish
Is of no use

I said…your meaningless anger
Is teasing my ears
She asked.. is it?
I thought you came here
For easing my tears

You understand not..she said…
I was desparate...lack of pies
Made me believe
His pack of lies…

And he…near me
He used to flutter by
But at last like a butterfly
He left me alone…

But now..I am..she said
Ready as a stock
And steady as a rock
To face him…and take revenge

I said…I am with you...worry not
We will fight in this race
And show him who he is
Right in his face

Poem using heteronyms

Heteronyms are words that are spelled identically but have different meanings when pronounced differently. For example:

Lead, pronounced LEED, means to guide. However, lead, pronounced LED, means a metallic element.

Her life was never content
Alas…she had never understood
The true content of her life
A failure it was…

She had alternated
Between all the
Available alternatives
But had been duped by her own fate

She stood there
Like a sole tree in a desert
Deserted….
By her own

She had become an object of criticism
Those cruel eyes drilled her soul
But could she object?

Like a prisoner of fate
She housed herself
In the walls of her own house
She could stand no more

Had her life become a refuse?
She refused to budge
The fate refused to budge
But she had decided to outwit it

She saw the hoarding…
Recreation for the weekend
She laughed…her life had no purpose now
Only if she had been able to recreate her life

She signed
Even the ink betrayed
She resigned her death note
Now she was ready to resign her life…

Life was so close
But she closed her heart.
The moment arrived…she did it
Minutes passed…she felt not even a minute pain

As the number in her clock paced
She felt more number
As she winded her life
She felt the cold wind
Then everything was still

Then peace

Random musing

She was at the corner
Of the vast room
Flipping the pages
Of her thick Novel

I, at the other end
Was looking at her
Her curly hair
Swaying with breeze

Her tender quivering lips
Her ocean blue eyes
Her milky white face
Her satin skin...

Truly unaware of me
She went on reading
Suddenly she felt a chill
All went dark

Raising her head
She looked at me
I felt a shock
I lowered my glance

With a snail’s pace
She marched towards me
I wanted to shrink
I was so mortified

She was so near
I could see
The rose of her lips
She held me in her hands

Slowly she took the match box
And lighted me
All was bright
Once again….