Friday, December 17, 2010

The Mistletoe



Merry Christmas!

Will I get my wish seemingly
Of splendor as in the ‘White Christmas’ movie
Of strains of the nostalgic rendition of Crosby
Gripping my soul tenaciously

Stretched across the doorway invitingly
Markedly a symbol of love and fertility
Of red, yellow and green like berries
The mistletoe sprig rather sparingly
Nudging the hearts of the uncanny
Splashed of blind innocence truly
Radiant with dreams of romance invitingly

Would you care for a kiss my fair lady?

And Merry Christmas everybody!


Inspired by the One Stop Poetry - Friday's Holiday Poetry

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Queen of My Life



Loving Care


Queen of hearts Mommy dear
Aren’t you lighting my life?
Smile a little, massage my pride
I’m all alone

Baby Jane trying my utmost
To be a Mom, to endure, restraint and refrain

But Mommy dear
A little baby me all alone, all forlorn
craving imploring
Extend to me,the sun, the moon, the high seas

I’m a little baby me
It’s for the whole world to see
Christmas around the corner
Satisfaction is my plea


Inspired by willow's Magpie#45

Monday, December 13, 2010

Detergents



Note: The brand name on the detergent box at the bottom of the picture was clearly seen as 'Ivorine' in the original photo ( but somewhat blurred here).


A Maid's Dilemma

Ivorine!
Must I try another?
They seemed all the same
But Madam's lingerie
was all tattered
The previous one was bad
A repeat tryout again?

(139 characters)

Inspired by Stony River's Micro Fiction Mondays #61

Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Exotic East


The Wondrous Twin Towers


Piercing through the sky
The Petronas Twin Towers
Pride of the nation

Majestically
Still the tallest twin structure
Of strong glass and steel

A peek at beauty
Dominating the skyline
Sensuously bidding

It’s awe unfulfilled
Wondrous blogosphere crowd
take a bee-line to

The exotic East
for Kuala Lumpur beckons
tourists, guests and all!


My bit for Tourism Malaysia

A haiku submitted for Writer's Island prompt#33 : Wondrous

Friday, December 10, 2010

The Current Cold Spell


A White Christmas?


A wooden sled in hibernation
The weather should change I implored last summer
Longing for the fluffy white spray from heaven
My urging’s to roll and romp outdoor

It was tormenting to the young soul
Ever anticipating but blind to the seeing eye
Impatience reigned, the torture enhanced
Questions in my mind, bring me the snow, I did cry

When it did , it romped home wild
The highways were blocked,
rivers hardened
The airplanes were grounded
and airports abandoned
What’s happening!
The weather’s unleashed its fury
Floods, blizzards the cold at below twenty
The worst since in recent memory
It’ll soon end I'm hoping
A decent winter in the offing!



Submitted to Willow's Magpie #44

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

A Speed Fiend


Epitaph


Be forewarned
On the road I was way in front
I weaved in and out of traffic
Get out of my way!
I was the fastest,
a speed hero once before

(140 characters)

Inspired by Micro Fiction # 60

Friday, December 3, 2010

What's Wrong, People!


It's Weird!


Given the run around, that’s bureaucracy

Given the nod, that’s matrimony

Given the millions, that’s alimony

Given the snubs, that’s Gaddafi

Given the Osama, that’s infamy

Given the escapades, that’s Woods and Rooney

Given the release that’s Aung San Suu Kyi

Given the late nights, that’s Berlusconi

Given the baldy, that’s Britney

Given the the Throne, Charles or Willie?

Given the current spell, it’s cold and snowy

Given the Top Hits, Jackson and Presley

Given the laughs, that’s Chaplin, Lewis and Carrey

Given the the 2 Koreas, it’s a flare-up and hostility

Given the strengths and tumble that’s the WWE

Given the long stretch, that’s Maddox and his cronies

Given the WikiLeaks , the Administration’s jittery

Given soccer’s wizardry, that’s Pele

Given Susan Boyle’s appearance, that’s discovery

Given the MU’s unbeaten run that’s Alex Fergie

Given the knock off Top of the Table , that’s Ancelotti and Chelsea

Given the youngest F1 Champ, Vettel , that’s at the Grand Prix Abu Dhabi

Given ever lasting beauty, that’s Liz Taylor or Jolie?

Given the Kung Fu Chops, that’s Bruce Lee

Given every high regards and respect, that’s Mandela and Gandhi

Given the hate that’s Hitler and Mussolini

Given the bubble , inflation risks, that’s the Global economy

Given the tears, govt defaults, that’s the euro-zone currency

Given the job that’s Obama and the Presidency

Given the slip, that’s democracy!


Submitted for Thursday's Think Tank No 25

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Snow On The Door Step



Winter's Here

Dreaded London smog
Dark, wet, tunnel like, pitch-black
Left us all agog

Hark! apparitions
Prancing low in the shadows
Are you not concerned?

Must stop, venture not
Eerie, frightful , hair on ends
Winter’s sneaking in!

Let me see the sun
Where is it in abundance ?
Langkawi , my friend!


Inspired by willows’s Magpie # 43

Note: This haiku was earlier posted on October 24, 2010 but was not linked anywhere.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Robin's Heads of Cattle




Pulling a Fast One!

You rustled these from Robin Hood?
Yes Master,they ran helter skelter
You mean..?
Yes, Big John,Friar Tuck..
But that's not Maid Marion!

(140 characters)


Inspired by Susan's Micro Fiction No 59

Friday, November 26, 2010

We are fortunate...

Thankfulness

Seeing the sun rise
In the morning, be grateful
Loved ones are with you

We are fortunate
To be blessed with little things
Ignored by others

They crave for solace
Which so often escape them
But we are lucky

So common for most
Looking upwards to the sky
We offer our thanks!

A Haiku inspired by Poet United's - The Thursday Think Tank No. 25

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

The Trophy



Memories



Discarded, sadly
Left, dirty unashamedly
In the big old trunk

Had seen better days
Accolades galore, big fans
Cheerleaders shouting

‘We are the champions
Yes, yes we are the champions’
Now just memories

Usual consequence
It was a fleeting moment
That was all it got!

Submitted for Willow's Magpie 42

Monday, November 22, 2010

A Fatal Mistake



Rudolph



No more Red-nosed
Nor running nor jumping
Only just NF, Not Falling!
That's all
Just stuck to the wall
It took
Just one fatal mistake!


Inspired by Susan's MicroFiction Monday # 58

Friday, November 19, 2010

The Eagle Has Landed


Wings


Wings spread you hovered above

Then gracefully you swooped down fast

In a death grip you snatched them

You held them and then

away you flew into the sky

You took your time to tear them apart

They never had a chance

Your beak your claws and your talons ,

all functioned in unison

A lethal death machine

On any typical day it was a daily occurrence

You would send them scurrying

across the plains

Chicken, rabbits ,squirrels and rats

Vulnerable , they were not spared

Sharp - eyed you picked your fancy

Without mercy


Poets United : Inspired by the prompt ‘Wings’ of the Thursday Think Tank #24

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Auntie Jane's Unfinished Story



The Attic


It’s creepy. It’s eerie

It’s full of knick knacks

Throwaways most of them

Auntie Jane was such a darling

‘none to be disposed of, you hear me’?

Was it an order or a desperate plea

Never had the chance to know for sure

She passed on and nobody dared

and nobody tried

The old tennis racket, its guts snapped

The broken frame stood its ground

Uncle Joe’s tool box, atop his soiled overalls, smeared

Nothing’s changed, nothing’s disturbed

John, had not ventured in for decades

He did not want to be surprised at finding something weird

Alice his sister though closer to their mother was all jitters talking about it

‘I want to see what’s in there but dear mother stopped us’

Was it a mere excuse or was it untold fright

Heard say there were skeletons inside

Long ago Uncle Joe’s farm-hand, Jack , apparently defied the odds

The moment he stepped in he threw up gave a loud squeal and dead he dropped

Thereafter, no one dared venture in

It was left, dark, drab, and cold within

But I’m one not fearful of ghosts though , I’m just curious

What’s inside I must see, yes , the day is today

Not a second longer, it is now

‘Hear ye apparitions, I’m coming in, I’ve made a vow

Neither hell, fire nor high water is going to stop me’

I’ve made up my mind come what may

This is it, I’m slowly making my way,

Up the rickety steps, of old wooden planks

That creaked under my weight

I’m now at the door, I dusted the knob

turned it, nothing happened

Needs another stronger twist I imagine

Stronger this time and,

‘ Wham!’

All hell broke loose.

‘Who wrenched away at the door, huh?’

That’s awfully rude of you

Okay, you’re back from your graveyard shift

But have some consideration, please!

I was on to something

But you startled me from sleep

It could have developed into an interesting dream!


Submitted for Willow's Magpie 41 and Jingle's Poetry Potluck - Magic & Miracles