corners

corners I have covered
with statues which stand tall
a flower vase with a fragile flower
looks soulfully at me
I never had noticed its rampant growth
I touch it gently
feels its tremors
the photo frame from the shelf
falls on the floor

the wooden corners are chipped

I pick the pieces from the floor
set back the photo frame on the shelf
tremors are gone now
my gentleness soothes the flower
its rampant growth is stopped
it still touches my soul
the fragile vase will hold it  still
statues will watch indulgently
I will still have my corners covered

rolled all over

I rhyme tepid with vapid,
meanwhile, I try to
get rid of smell that is acrid
ah well, you better tell me-
does bane go with sane?!
or is it sane that is bane
does that work better?
acrid was what you bid
try what you may-
tepid wine tastes so vapid!

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Posting a distorted NaiSaiKu after aeons, I think!

doing the undoing

I come undone
in totality
when your brazen hunger
nuzzles me
I nuzzle into you
my hunger is not brazenly defined
yet it too totally
does you in

WHATEVER! CUT OUT THOSE RIBBONS

I can't have mercy
I can't let it be
i can't let it go
I will mess with you
to monstrous extremity
with zeal, I will jolt you
WHATEVER! CUT OUT THOSE RIBBONS
jolted by my zeal-
extremely monstrous
this mess that you create
you have to let it go
but I can't let it be
as I never learnt mercy

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A taunt thrown for Sir Silley!

GRACEFUL WAS NO LONGER IN FASHION

that tattoo was a riot
numbers inscribed in its midst
spoke of decay of a bygone era
GRACEFUL WAS NO LONGER IN FASHION
bygone era gave way to a decayed one
numbers danced with glee
rioting in that tattoo art

acuity of touch

hearts slump against each other
lost in the seance of love
flaming sky loiters towards them
sanguine espression dissolves
ACUITY OF TOUCH
dissolved sanguinity
flames the loitering sky
love for lost seance
breaks slumped hearts

"crying against that fur is so comforting"

wrath of nature

nature toys with us
I ask for rains-
blue or otherwise

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my lines have stopped raining
words dried out in the heat
I TOY WITH BLUE BLANKNESS
induced by wordy heat
raining words are a dream now

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When twilight rains blue light,dry scattered dust toys with heavily humid air.
Grey moon grimaces, wishing for a cloud to hide her facade behind it.
Finding none, she shrivels and shuts herself in and disappears after days.

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My muse died in this heat. So I can't think of anything other than the above short verse.

tea with mixed drinks

that steamy cup
contains the world
immediate
as well as
far off places
TWIRLING SMELL OF TEA
carries this image
of togetherness
caring and sharing
which keeps me going
tea is just an excuse

I like to bend the rules of NaiSaiKu!

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Broken glass crunches noisily under feet, empty bottle rolls under the bed. Drunk, I fall on bed, you follow me soon, totally unrecognisable. Dark mottled stains of you on my body stinks of a debauchery filled night.

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Versified Reviews

Those two verses are review of sorts for Curse of the Pogo Stick by Colin Cotterill.

Read my review of the book here.



thousand-year-old spirit
thrives in his aged body
dangerous keepsake for some
FOR THE RESTLESS CORONER
that dangerous keepsake
rejuvenates his aging body
spirit found abode in 1000 years

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Seventy three-year-old doctor of Laos, restlessly slept through long boring speeches. Dangerous turn, kidnapped on the way back by seven young Hmong females. Twin sons of the Chief's daughter become his keepsake for sometime to come.

timid embrace forces out dreary thoughts

looking at me with dreary eyes
fear writ large all over her.
she lay there timidly,
FIERCELY I EMBRACED HER
timidly she returned it
largely the fear leaving her
the dreary look from her eyes gone

for such a small being
thin and emacipated
her hold on me was tight
FIERCELY SHE EMBRACED ME
tightly I held her close
emancipating thinness
contained in her smallness

" litle girl's timid embrace
drove away dreary thoughts
right out of my troubled psyche"

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Those of you who has not participated in 3WW till date, come and join in. This week's 3 words are: timid, dreary and embrace. Don't be timid, give up the dreary look, embrace the three words. In any form you like, poetry or prose. I DARE YOU!

two hearts

somehow you unravelled her from all
she held with force of habit. enthralled
she awaits silently in anticipation
of your next move. are her expectations
beyond your control,
to belong to her mind, heart and soul?


Go taste The American Sandwich



if only my heart a octahedron

you could have hidden in the corners

ORGANIC MATTER OF OUR HEARTS

cornered in octahedron's recesses

it would be a great play ground

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swaying ways

cemented in my ways
yet I make you sway
WILL YOU MARRY ME?
swaying to my tune
forever cemented


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And try hyperlinking as asked in Read Write Poem

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that burning heat reaches out, touching me, almost scorches my sensitive skin. Just as suddenly it touches those exhilarating heights, so calming. fire was never so welcome, coming from your inner core anything is.

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opposites

my love notes to you
over the years
all undated
LIE IN WAIT FOR YOU
to be dated
for all those years lost
to be noted: love still exists

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Honour Rolls

Neatly he counted out the coloured cards, making a stack of it on his side. Seeing there were more of the red streaked ones, satisfied, he grunted out loud. Only few more to go, and he would graduate to a professional killer.

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pot pourri

it is not merely an olive branch I extend on to you, towards you
can't you read every bud on it, in the angled branches, still so green
you want each word circled, each line underlined with a red marker?

Go, have a bite of The American Sandwich

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I saw red
in google bots
spammers delights
READING ROOM LOST
biting spams
bot, go ogle
in the red sea!

Read the previous post. I lost my blog, Reading Room to I know not what.

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rites of passage in a sandwich

with meticulous care he squeezes the tube,
watching the shaving cream touch the bristles.
reverently he rubs it on his face,
almost with an orgasmic passion.
shaving for the first time,
he is rendering tribute to his coming of age.


The American Sandwich created by Andy Sewina
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences. Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables. Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.

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in front of the mirror,
he sees himself unfolding
ALMOST A MAN NOW
flashes of his future unfolds-
mirrored within him

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road trip

hunger took hold of me
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
as if to hold off the pangs
trucker refused to stop
in that wilderness lost to all but me
when I set out in that bus
with unknown people
looking out for an adventure
little did I know I would end up with
an unkempt foul mouthed trucker
plans going haywire
we were ambushed
all killed and I was left for dead
how did come I onto this stinky truck
if you called it a truck, but for the chassis
he looked askance, offered me oily nuts
smelling of motor grease. hungry that I was
I ate a handful, my stomach heaving
I retched all over him.
without batting an eye
he stopped and cleaned us both
I was so grateful like a rag doll
dignity had lost its meaning
I rolled over and slept in my own stink
no longer it bothered me
again hunger took hold of me
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
as if to hold on to the pangs


"let hell break loose, I don't care anymore"


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I travel on dusty roads
never-ending stretch
uneven jagged edges trip me over
MY BLACK-EYED BLOODY FACE
trips you over, uneven jagged edges
stretch your never-ending tirade
I run back to dusty roads


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Ghostly past

sepia-tinted photo
of me swaying in a swing-
AM I A GHOST?
swing sways creakingly
colour replaces sepia

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IF ONLY PIGS COULD FLY

pigs play in that dirt
rolling in the stinking mud
IF ONLY PIGS COULD FLY
stinking mud stuck to their coats-
dirt would fall from the pigs

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lay in lace

nipped at waist
bodice laced-tight
LOST IN THAT MOMENT
both bodies lay together
fingers nipping into waist


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twister

tingling tongue
tantalised by
TANGY ORANGE-
now traumatised
the tongue tingles

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