Monday, September 24, 2018

Monster on the Bed

The image is taken from Google. 

"Psst!"
"Hello, buddy!"
I greeted my friend up there.

"Mommy!"
"Daddy!"
He screeched. It hurt my ears.

"Honey, don't be afraid."
"Play with me."
I hoped he would be brave enough to reply.

"There is a monster under my bed."
"DO something!"
His wails got louder. I winced.

"Listen to me, kiddo."
"I won't hurt you. Stop jumping on my head."
I still tried to make him understand.

"My room is haunted!"
"The monster will EAT me!"
He danced hard on the bed. I was getting squished.

"Argh! Damn you!"
"I don't eat my friends."
I roared in anger. How dare he!

"Mommy!"
"Take it away."
He hollered. Why throw that round thingy at me when you are scared?


"Ouch!"
"Stop it!"
I cried in pain as my head hurt. I think I am dyin...g.

Monday, September 17, 2018

Fancy Dump Bag

The image is taken from sammydress.com 

Dump! Toss! Heap!
Yeah! Go on, honey,
Throw in a few more tissues.
Duh! So blasted annoying!
What does she take me for?
A fancy trash carrier?

Huff! Who needs all tubes, jars, and sticks?
Lipsticks, liners, powders.
Pens, stapler, crumpled paper.
Coins, crushed dollars, candy.
Ketchup and Sugar packets!
Am I a waste bin, darling?

Does she even know my value?
The celebrities hug and kiss me
They cuddle me like an infant!
I would be cherished on the air-conditioned shelves.
And here, I am, with this hyper kid,
Suffering worse than a three dollar cloth bag!

Oh! Comes the Queen again
Ow! Nah, sweetheart, stop!
Hold on, for a minute, sweetie.
I'll have to teach you to care for your things.
What would you do if I vanish,
With all your precious junk?

Give it a try and see, girlie
I'll be gone in the blink of an eye. Whoosh!!

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

The Forgotten Bell


In the middle of an ancient land a temple, long
forgotten stood tall against the onslaught, year after
year. Why did no one care about it?
Who would? The bronze bell chimed in agony. Was
the king to be blamed? Were the people guilty? One day, I heard
the bell's strained words that shook my soul. No!
Never again! No invader, no crusader would ruin my land anymore.


Painting by Mrs. Ratna Pochiraju
The poem is written in the Golden Shovel poetry form.
The words are taken from The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth. 

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Window

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Light and dark, bright and gloomy- the words echo in my mind that is as empty as the house.
It's time to open the barred window. My suffocating soul needs the summer sun.
Let the breeze ruffle my shady curtains. Let the flowers remind me how to smile. 

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Twinkling Star

The image is taken from google search

What is that I see? A twinkle!
Oh my! How beautiful a twinkle
it is! Can something so little
shine brighter than a star?

There it is again. The twinkle
now paired with another twinkle!
Like two lovers, close yet apart. Little
by little I creep forward to see the new star.

As I get closer to the twinkle
it shines brighter than my twinkle!
My tips shimmer in fury. Those little
eyes are competing with me, a star.

I glare at them, my twinkle
threatening to dim their twinkle.
Alas! Nothing happens. The little
eyes continue to dazzle like the star.

A sudden cloud hides my twinkle
I peek from behind, astonished to find the twinkle
dim and dull, lost in the dark night. A sad little
voice whispers far away, "The clouds stole my star."



This style is called The Golden Shovel. Interesting, right?
The words are taken from the famous nursery rhyme. I used only the first line in repetition. 

Monday, August 20, 2018

You'll See

The image is taken from etsy.com

Dangerous! Can't go out of the hole.
Danger! The cat lurks to devour.
Anger! I smell it on the restless feline.

Explorer! She named me with pride.
Explore and raid! Only for her alone.
Ex! She tells about me to others.

Afternoon already! My tummy rumbles from hunger.
Noon leaves! I'm starved as the tabby refuses to walk away.
No! I'm not giving up yet, my kitty.

Amused, aren't you! Silly, moggie.
Muse is still on my side, you'll see.
Use all your talent, grimalkin. I'll sneak right under your nose.


Monday, August 6, 2018

Paradoxical Life


Life said I should be a gentleman
why can't it be gentle
while I strive to be a gent.

Life deserves together
only sincerity can get-her
living is impossible without her.

Life cannot be forgotten
I might have said I forgot
but, I know its hope I look for.

Life is a never-ending compromise
what's a broken promise
I keep searching for a mise.


The poem is writing in Diminishing Verse