day 19 - S for Shift.

Straying, moi does not like, but
Scribbles from the past strike -
steering the musing away from the norm -
swaying the mood, changing the form,
Several ways to scrawl the thoughts,
Slam it if you should, but
Shower the grace!
Sanction the bypass,
Suffer the strain,
Sponsor the spasms of this
Silly little brain!

;-))

P.S - and here is the scribble for the past - It was not christened back then, but let me call it

Silence

He looks away,
The taciturn,
Answering the many questions
Rising in her probing gaze,
That way!
Dousing feelings in mute, dumb moments,
Freezing in the frostbite of inexpression
Crunching words into a powder of silence!
Unsaid, untold tales of love
Thus get buried
Under the tombstone of deathly muteness
The epitaph reading
Hushed emotions
Shut up into wordless,lifeless slab
Of concrete quietness!

Day 18 - R is for Rain

Relief comes, pitter-patter
Replenishing the earth,
Rummaging through fields,
Restocking the streams -
Rousing the fervor to sing and dance,
Recapturing bygone childhood,
Resplendent crystals of elixir
Revamp the nature.
Rhythm of your language,
Radiates the ambiance of my soul.
Reveal your brilliance - and in
Rapture the feet dance
Rejoicing like a peacock, while
Rhapsodies of cheer
Resonate in your melody!


P.S - May I request you tell me ten things you like about yourself, instead of leaving a comment for my work today? :)

Day 17 - Q for Qualify

Quietly, silence sets in ,
Quarreling with the noise, in
Quest for answers to many
Questions bursting within.
Quenching the thirst for peace,
Quitting to fret,
Quickly the soul looks inward,
Quilting together, many a memory of
Quality  moments.
Quivering in remembrance,
Quelling down the rush -
Quantum of my grief
Quarters itself in that tranquility.

Day 16 - P for Paint

Peccadilloes of living, with

Pigments you camouflage,

Paraphernalia of musings,

Put on the grab of brushes and canvases.

Packed with palettes and perception,

Portraing pixels of expressions.

Perched on the penthouse of inspiration,

Patterns smear themselves,

Proclaiming the penchant for,

Pictorials, doodled with passion.

Poems and prose pick up the soul, but

pleasures galore drip with glee

Progressing into an ecstasy -

Provoking perpetual joy, laying

Patina of fulfillment, O

Paint you smear - Onto this

Petty presence,

Plentiful Prisms of peace.

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P.S - painting had been an integral part of who I am. I find lots of joy in painting wall murals, especially the kiddo themed ones. Here are a few of my works. (yeah, taking this opportunity to brag a little! ;-)) I started my tryst with art as a young kid and it continues till date. I think this blog let me portray two of my favorite things side by side - writing and painting. Thank you all, each and every one of you,  for your generous  praise. It obviously inspires me to bring out my best. 

Pictures from top to bottom - Little Mermaid themed mural, Rapunzel and her tower, Dora and Boots, Winnie the Pooh and friends that adorn my art space, and finally my kid's bedroom done in the doll house theme. These are all acrylics on dry wall, done free hand :-))

Day 15 - O for Opportunity

Once upon a foggy morning,
Obliquely, you appear
Overlaid on a shell of haze.
Opacity of ignorance
Oppresses the zeal to seek you,
Only to make the mind
Occupied otherwise.
Offering scope, you linger around,
Obliging that favor.
Oblivious, the eyes blocks the image,
Obscurely, you slip by,
Off and away.
Overcome by the rush to attain,
Option to choose you goes ignored.
Open up your gateway, yet again,
Obviously, please occur afresh!

Day 14 - N for 'Nocturnal'

Nightly, in the quiet of the sphere,
Niftily, you creep in..
Nudging vitality that eludes the day,
Nurturing untold sources of impressions.
Numberless buds of cognition,
Nubs of engaging tales,
Narrating gaily, with bug eyed zeal,
Nuances of suggestions!
Nimbly you sneak in, tiptoeing to a commotion,
Notions spark banishing the slumber,
Nursing brisk bustle in the brains.
Need for caffeine never arises,
Nuisance you are, for naps diffuse, into
Numerous little bits of spasms
Noting down nonsensical scrawls.

Day 13 - M is for Misplaced.

Musical stream of crystal waters 

Meeting the mighty ocean,

Mountains high and giant,

Mating the intense clouds.

Myriad of colorful blooms

Mixing with Muggy brown mud,

Melting fragrant wax,

Mingling with the flare of light,

Misty dew drops, snuggling with leaves,

Maple syrup soaking, moist pan cakes,

Mint ice-cream with chocolate chips...

Many pairs, blissfully united,

March hand in hand,

Medley of thoughts, forming the

Mosaic of expression, 

Manifest into sundry designs,

Mundane images materialize into

Magical depictions - But

Merging with melancholy

My verse gets misty, 

Missing your mellow touch, O

Mysterious emotion!

Motivate the muffled deliberation,

Muted in numb silence,

Mask this mayhem with your

Merry revelation.

Day 12 - L for Lord

Language of nature, you essay with your omniscience,

Lustrous, your countless facets, emitting resplendence.

Lead  your offspring  into the light of Nirvana.

Lyrics of eternal bliss lurk in your lovely name,

Luminous, your graceful form, Ardent, your every aspect,

Limitless, your reach, your magnitude,

Lessen my burdens,

Liberate me from worldly webs.

Lovingly embellish my lowly life.

Lightly wave your healing wand,

Levigate all the evil clout.

Lotus feet of yours, housing the galaxy -

Let me lie there, in that luscious comfort.


(Picture courtesy - ISKCON.org)

Day 11 - K is for 'Kiddo'

Kindly, you alight, into the vacuum

Knitting bonds of endearment,

Knocking out the forlorn pains.

Kindling intense emotions,

Known only upon your advent, you

Knot my every vein, firmly to your rein.

Kaleidoscope of rapture, adorns my every breath, when

Kingdom of my stray Lego blocks and countless crayons,

Kindheartedly you rule, upgrading my merit.

Knead my non existence into a nurturing deity, until

Kernels of joy emerge in my barren void.

Kisses you blow my way, blows my strain away!

Keeping the keys to my heart - My Tot, you fill

Knapsack of my memories with your cute antics.


(Picture -Grand Hilton,  Orlando, FL - Summer 2011)

Day 10 - J for Juncture

Jazzed up, with fervor, the

Journey I embark - to find ways

Joy can adorn my essence.

Jaded, the many shades of world

Jammed with vices clogging the soul,

Jump on to the ignorant psyche!

Jittering gusto questions the cosmos -

Just, what would matter at the end?

Jingle of virtue answers in harmony -

Junk these are, the material treasures,

Jewels of the spirit are love and compassion,

Joining me with the eternal force,

Jubilantly unfolding the meaning of life.

Day 9 - I for Insane.

Intense cogitation,

Intended to express the musing,

I linger around, the reflection.

Incomplete, the inspiration feels, In the

Impediment of articulation.

Imagery germinating in the soil of feelings

Immensely turmoils the insides,

In a fight to unfold the ode.

I know not the means, I know not the course, To

Ignite those sprouts into full blown foliage,

Intricately weaving around the trellis of the heart!

Illuminate my inner dwelling, to

Illustrate in palpable scribble, the

Infinity of your influence,

Invading the inherent harmony.

Infuse the apt intonation, lest

In translation, the profundity would be lost!