fingers dance merrily in the air

softly I touch the air
my fingers dance merrily
feeling the moments

waft of your presence
travels through time or space
(I don't care what)

tiny particles of thoughts
slowly grow bigger
transcending unknown arena

it was not at first time
nor at the second or the third
yet it slowly took over me/you

softly I touch the air
my palms opening up towards you
closing my eyes, I look at you

"even the divine can't explain love
or the tolerance it brings within us"

unfocussed

I get so nervous when you bicker at me and then the trajectory of my focus goes awry.

Go check out 3WW..

swaying ways

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


Give The NaiSaiKu Challenge? a try!

And try hyperlinking as asked in Read Write Poem

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

Also check out The American Sandwich

powdered space

cyber dust-
what's it like to be
powdered space

cat story

there was a piercing pain
everything went blank
when I came around
I found myself sprawled
on that cold earth,
in a bloody mess
my dignity in shreds
(arrow still stuck in my chest)

was I seeing things?
cat wearing a sweater
with four booties?
unblinking yellow eyes
staring at me
purring sensually
it darted towards me
and pulled out the arrow

(I cried out with pain)
in no time it licked it clean
that forked tongue
was a dead giveaway
when it talked back
I was doubly sure
my long lost demon
had come back to me

he shed his sweater
showed me his hairless form
a magic gone wrong
he gotta live with it
a faery gave him a sweater
and knitted him booties
first I laughed
then I hugged him

as a vampire myself
I had no complaints
I felt a happy tingle
went into a trance
when my cat bit hard
blood dried itself out,
both our powers had returned
healing my wounds

wanderer

He had left home, left the green of his own country
to wander across the sun-bleached West,
the dry flat roads of the plains,
and the dark rugged mountains.
But no matter where he traveled,
stranger though he was,
he was never at a loss for words, for he needed none.
The music of his fiddle spoke for him,
and it was welcomed wherever he went.
Doors opened at its sound,
a place was made by a campfire,
and food and drink appeared.
it was a free life.

There it was again—a sharp shrill call.
A bark, he guessed, imagining the coyotes
No, he thought, uncertain now
as the wind brought the sound closer.
Not a bark, but the harsh cawing of crows,
their raucous voices rising from the canyon.

The whistled wind was hushed beneath their loud cries,
and the crickets were silent between the rocks.
into the swirling clouds,
they gave themselves over to flight.
He held his hand over his face
to protect it from the seething dust,
glimpsing in the turquoise sky
the black veins of their parting.
And then the winds quieted,
the dust was exhaled back to the earth,
and the sky shone clear again.
the sound of him playing the fiddle
percolated the air, calming his nerves.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Revised from this.

Succinct

Weren't your messages to me supposed to be cryptic? Do you have to flash those to all and sundry and malign me?

Go check out 3WW...

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

Give The NaiSaiKu Challenge? a try!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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.

Check out The American Sandwich

tell tale winds

opening my notebook,
I sat down with a few pencils
(I hate writing with pens)
all those grandeur ideas
encircling until then
ran away from me
into the spooky night
(what else can one call it
when winds keep howling?)
I could hear them
whispering to each other
that I was a sham
my words were stolen
coming from far and wide
I ought to confess it here
to all and sundry
that I swapped ideas
with ghosts of the nether world
so much for tactile spirits

"if it served the purpose
why waste space, speculating?"

New book reviewing blog: everything distils into reading

Most of you are aware that I have lost my Reading Room blog to Malware. I have tried to get help from google/blogger but no one is responding at the help forum. Hope I get it back but I am not very sure about that. Meanwhile, I have started this new blog, slowly retrieving data from google reader.

everything distils into reading

First, I will retrieve the book reviews as well short stories reviews. Then I will see about getting around other posts. And also links/blogrolls. As I have most of you on my google reader, that won't be a problem.

Please help spread word about this blog to all those you know, by the way of emails or in you blogs. Any help in that direction would be appreciated greatly. And can anyone help me find a 3 column template?

Thanks!

My email id: gautami.tripathy[at]gmail.com
everything distils into reading