Between Silences

Summer - a haiku

2011-12-21T21:21:00.001-08:00

Blob of sun gold in the tree - an oriole or mango ripening?

The Red Sofa

2011-11-28T08:40:00.001-08:00

At least once in your lifetime you must sit on it. Feel the hard springs beneath the sturdy but rough surface. Absorb its attitude: A defiant red, can-do-it To combat the surrounding smell of defeat. A hole-in-the-wall home Back up against fatigued stone But a home nevertheless A welcoming warm red, a bed, a refuge. ~ photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin Magpietales has

Nanowrimo

2011-11-02T23:17:00.000-07:00

NaNoWriMo is here- along with a cold crispness in the air, woollies, whiff of Christmas goodies.. ok. Let's get to the point. For those who really wish to crack the month long marathon, here is a useful link: 21 tips for nanowrimo success. Happy writing! As for me, I'd rather take long walks, potter about the garden, gawp at migrant birdies, and ponder on the inequities of life.

Desert

2011-10-28T09:47:00.000-07:00

The creeping desert sand fashions a million wrinkles around my eyes. ~ Contributed to Sunday Scribblings

In circles

2011-09-29T09:33:00.000-07:00

We tiptoe around the rim of an undulation. Circling we follow our ancestral paths neither of us leaving our orbits. At times our auras touch briefly, tangentially, creating a frisson of unexplored sensations. ~ Submitted for this Poetry exercise of Real Toads in Imaginary Gardens

Silences

2011-09-10T05:56:00.000-07:00

Words averse to daylight Run from mind to tongue And then scurry away Unable to bear the searing heat of the volcano they carry. Thus are born silences; Each bearing The past present and future Of a relationship sealed inert. The fluids conveniently never leak And mess the designer interiors of cozy families. And so the silences lurk At corners of rain-filled streets,

A is for...

2011-08-19T02:15:00.000-07:00

A is for... A is for.. articulate Agreeable :-) Atrocious, audacious, arbitrary. Agile.. Amenable, altruistic. Arboreal, ambidextrous, asymptotic Aha.. Apple! At last.

The Decision

2011-08-04T11:01:00.000-07:00

There it was. Sparkling, with a personality all its own. Brimming over with attitude. One of his own. And yet. And yet, no one seemed to have even noticed it. There it lay. Ignored. Amongst so many others that were being cheered on. He made his decision. It deserved better than this utter neglect. No more of this indifferent world. It was time to make a dignified exit. With a firm

पाउस

2011-07-27T09:55:00.000-07:00

पहिला पाउस येतो असा उनाड वादळी वेडा पिसा एखाद्या घायाळ मनासारखा, मातीचा सुगन्ध ठेवून जातो. परत येतो तो जणू पाहुणा हिरवा शालू देउन जातो तर कधी येतो खेळायला उन-सावल्या. आणि एकेदिवशी असाच बरसतो गाफील मने चिंब करतो अगदी सहजच जगाला सांगत- अजून पावसाळा सुरु आहे अन मी पाउस आहे. (c) अलका येरवडेकर

Freedom

2011-06-30T20:25:00.000-07:00

To some death is freedom. To others breath is. ~

flotilla

2011-06-28T00:28:00.000-07:00

Image courtesy www.Magpietales.blogspot.com crystal notes light floats catamarans carry melodies ~ (This time round I tried a quick exercise, putting down the first few words that came to mind on seeing the image.)

When it rains

2011-06-05T06:36:00.000-07:00

When it rains I’ll watch with renewed awe the maniacal swaying of trees the lightning and thunder When it rains I’ll look up at the sky and wonder how bears, horses and dragons can all turn into drops of water? When it rains I’ll pull out my mud print dress and gambol in the liquid chatter When it rains I’ll wear a silly grin on my face and hum a song When it rains When will it rain?

six word story

2011-04-19T08:21:00.000-07:00

New Job. Same Boss. Small World.

Onions

2011-04-17T08:52:00.000-07:00

Oil pastels on rough cardboard. 22x28 cms. For a change am posting the output of my relatively recent hobby - i.e. painting. These white onions were just begging to be sketched since I bought them. They usually appear in the markets in India around February. The green shoots are spliced together and the bunches are hung out to dry. They taste delicious chopped rough, with a little salt and

Full-bodied, with a hint of spice

2011-04-13T08:46:00.000-07:00

A red. Full-bodied, with a hint of spice, the expert had said. "Smell it, sip it, roll it around your tongue." Leaning against cushions, he gazed into the half filled balloon glass. Now he could feel the sun warmed soil, the gnarled mother vine that bore luscious purple sons, taking root, tenacious, entwining his thoughts in a soft grip, dissolving his blood in her own... red, full-bodied,

A glass of wine

2011-04-11T22:22:00.000-07:00

She took the empty glass from his hand and put it down on a nearby table. "Oh no... come, come along with me. You can borrow a shirt from my husband." Courtesy Tess Kincaid Ron allowed himself to be led by the hostess to the bungalow. The party ebbed and flowed around him, by the poolside. Fairy lights glimmered in the trees and shrubs. Waiters floated noiselessly in the background, carrying

The Boatman's Song

2011-04-06T23:02:00.000-07:00

Let's conquer the waves again today as we ride on the shoulders of the sea. Let's strain the deep for its fruits that have helped form this clay. Let's pray that a good wind blows and takes us back to the shore today, tomorrow, every day. ~~ Contributed to thursday poets rally 41

Spray, spray, thou garden hose

2011-04-04T08:50:00.000-07:00

Spray, spray, thou impish garden hose and drench the windshield of my new red Ferrari. Thy foam doth cool the heated engine Thou art not such a wet rag as man melancholy. Thy power is not so keen at will thou becometh unseen. Speed is relative; steady state illusory. So lets go, let's roar to the uptown Mally This life, this life is one big superstore trolley. ~ ~ (A take-off

Monalisa speaking

2011-03-29T01:34:00.000-07:00

It's just ... a smile the kind i'd give you on the street in passing at peace with the world absence-of-thoughts ready to look upon you kindly that sort of smile.. (this is a flash poem-in-5-minutes ... might expand, rework later) Magpie Tales prompt

Tango

2011-03-19T11:41:00.000-07:00

I, the look in a lion's eye You, a whisper of breath a sliver of moon an undulating ocean wave Mountain impassive Relentless rain Surprise me with lightning I am the dune shaping desert wind When I bloom it is with your fragrance You are hope against my reason ~~

Finish a conversation! Participate Now!

2011-02-21T06:22:00.000-08:00

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The Peepul and I

2011-02-01T06:53:00.000-08:00

Peepul (pronounced as 'people') trees have been a part of my life since I recall. There was a fine specimen near where I lived as a child. It was encircled by a round curved stone parapet on which sat a bright orange-red longish stone. The stone had ‘eyes’ that seemed to look at me. Folks often put a garland of white flowers or thick olive green rui leaves around it. Granny told me this was Lord

A humble tribute

2011-01-24T07:13:00.000-08:00

There are many ways of reaching the divine. One is through music. Bharatratna Pandit Bhimsen Joshi has helped many of us experience the divine through his soul stirring and earth-shaking music. I am sure He called Pandit ji away as He could no longer resist the sheer ecstasy produced by Panditji's cascading notes. May his soul rest in peace and everflowing music.

The Sari Shop

2011-01-22T22:28:00.000-08:00

She enters the cool dark portals. Soft lights and glass. Quiet Santoor. “This way, Madam” Sink into soft comfortable cushions. “We have a vast range. Silk, cotton or chiffon?” A riot of colours flung open. Only for her to admire. Crimson parrots juxtaposed against rich green silk forest. Mauve yellow translucence recalls sunlit airy noons... “Which one looks better?” “All colours suit you

Bonheur (my attempt at a poem in French)

2011-01-16T08:20:00.001-08:00