Conversations with a cloud


I saw a cloud floating above my window,
Aimlessly drifting till it spied me watching
We had a small staring contest
On this dull Friday morning

It sat on its cushiony white bottom
Looking down at me, staring hard
I stared back and thought I’m winning
But then the cloud brought out its trump card

It shifted slightly and the sun came out
Blinding me with the sudden glare
I shielded my eyes and looked away
The cloud said it had won, fair and square

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Down to earth – A challenge on trees


Beautifully burning bright,
Soft red leaf-petals alight
Like flames lapping up the wood pyre
Through the branches like wild-fire


Forest of leaves in a cement jungle
Couple of trees standing lone and humble
Buildings shoot up above the sparse canopy
Yet the spring blooms whisper a soft melody


The soft earth seems inviting
Strewn with fallen leaves and fruits
I nestle near the tree so confiding
And whisper with a friendly feeling
I felt a bond that no storm could uproot,
Below the ground, we share the same roots


*By an utter, absolute coincidence, Tuesday evening I took my camera out for a walk and clicked some pictures of this beautifully blossomed tree below my building. I’m linking this up with Poetics over at dVerse, where Abhra has us writing poems about trees.

I’m also linking up to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge (for the first time) where this week is about Leaves and Trees. I’m not a photographer, so for that I dove into my photo archives, and to my relief found a bunch of tree photos from treks and travels, in addition to the ones above. Here they are:

A tree at the top of the mountain
A Goa beach sunset


First loves


A look and a smile from afar
Awakens flutters in the heart
A spring in each step, dancing on the stars
First pangs of love that blossom at the start

Time wrapped under a wide blanket smile –
dizzy from spells of new romance
Walks on the shore, dreams of the aisle
A fairy tale love flowing from a glance

Oh, young love can drown out the crowd
Turn a blind eye and deaf ear for passion
Stubborn love, looking for signs among clouds,
lost in new-found freedom of expression

Tender heart cocooned in youth, unbroken
Pangs of first true love – never forgotten


Today at dVerse, Tony sets us to write sonnets – the task is to get the meter and rhyme right. I’ve barely managed to link up before it expires. I don’t think I do a very good job with rhyme and sonnets -it wearies me! So I welcome you constructive criticism and any comments on the form. I would really appreciate it! 🙂

Two For Joy

We go together
We Go Together

Changing backdrops –
As the sun paces,
Rising and setting
In breathtaking hues
of pink and orange

Swirling mists,
Purple sunsets
Night time strolls,
Walks in the park
Stars shining down

Days became seasons
And seasons changed
But we held on
Two birds of a feather –
We were two for joy


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Sweet, lingering pain

The sweet pain that lingers behind
long after the fight has ended
Dark, cold nights still haunt from within
As cherry blossoms welcome spring

I welcome pain like an old friend,
we’re soldiers of that battlefield –
reborn from our scars of victory,
wounds of bloodshed that wouldn’t heal

I’ve given refuge all these years
And so it remains, comes and goes
My soul, it keeps chasing the light
But shadows whisper of the night

Leaping flames of shadowy greys,
They beckon to my unlit soul
My mind is now grey-tinted, with
Sweet pain to engulf the darkness


Over at dVerse it’s Open Link night, hosted by Beth Winters!

Fully cloaked



We’re all just microscopic ants, really
crawling all over the vast earthy expanse
Someone falls off the face of the earth
Every day, every second; Who knows, who cares
other than a shovelful of other ants…

Does anyone care what I think? Read what I write?
Will anyone notice me, if I step out as just me?
Maybe not. Maybe people see right through me.
Unless, unless… I defy the current
The tidal wave that seeps through generations.

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The same mistake


Let the past mingle with present
Merrily, the clink of a glass
The same whiskey bubbling around
Fogging your breath the ride back home

He likes it too, the same ol brand
And drunkenly slurs old film songs
At times he even looks like you,
Charming smile on a cocky face

I wonder what these choices mean
Chasing replicas of mistakes
Same old hangouts, same bartender
They see me with a different you


Over at dVerse, Claudia tells us to write a poem that conveys certain emotions without ever naming the emotion! That is to indirectly convey the emotion through scent, visuals, storytelling, etc. What a fun prompt, and this was my response!

Image sourced from here.