Tag: poetry

Will I Ever Get What I’ve Hankered For?

I will never get what I’ve hankered for;
So I shall not want to imagine that
My dreams will turn into reality;
This might appear too sudden now, but
I’m foreordained to be good for nothing;
And I shall thus not allow you to say
I do deserve everything wonderful.

I Observe

His water brush draws
the mirror for the sky:
the vast lake beneath
captures the continuum
on its refractive surface
in deepening silence

My Favorite Teacher

Her voice was poised,
and when she addressed us
for the first time
a wave of silence descended
as if it were preordained
that a shrilled silence would dawn
when she worded the thoughts
she had in her mind,
for silence was a word
not in the dictionary
the students of St Mary’s used.

My Imaginary Beach

Come join me on my imaginary beach
The night will be warm, the moon full
The sand will sparkle in Lunaโ€™s light
The calm ocean will set the rhythm
With waves lapping quietly upon the shore

Wish I Were With You

Oh, I wish I were with you up above
So we both might make love afresh each day
And pen grand sonnets that no man shall shove
Out of their dying yet unending way.

The Scene Was Set

Well, troubling thoughts alone could be dismissed
On those hills where the band settled to play
Songs and lays and all theyโ€™d learnt, known, and seen
In those years that were past and months between.
The mornings greeted by hens that did lay
Would be gone when theyโ€™d depart; theyโ€™d be missed.

Winds and Ways

Oh, the birds greet mirth and mirth births love
When winds wind their ways through woods of this land;
And the days turn sound with the nights that shove
The light that brightens the homes that here stand.

Serial Killer Is a Jewel in the Ocean of Literature

The murder of a top detective is the tipping point in the entire story. The slayer, who has his own very special modus operandi, is smart enough to escape the nation (the United States of America) where he has committed several gruesome murders. He flees to Mexico, adopts a new identity, and assumes he will never be apprehended. On the other hand, the son of the murdered detective joins the famed Los Angeles Police Department, his sole goal being locating his dadโ€™s killer and giving him what he deserves โ€“ a body without a soul. But does the young detective obtain what he hankers for? Or is his plan foiled? Well, thatโ€™s the part that will make you read the book, right? So, weโ€™d better zip our lips for now!

When My Love Calls

When the night is blooming
In the realm of its own artistry,
A spec of moonlight
Dares to caress your charming face;
Almost instantly,
I stoop to plant a kiss
On your sleepy lips.
It’s that moment when my love callsโ€ฆ
A love that refuses to outgrow!

โ€˜If You Want To Do Something Well, You Have To Do It Regularly’

When asked if becoming an author was a conscious decision she made, Barbara, who is also a member of Screen Actors Guild – American Federation of Television and Radio Artists, says she was working as an actor, which gave her a lot of down time, and she needed an outlet to keep from worrying herself to death between jobs. โ€˜I have always loved reading, and I thought I would see if I could write a book. I mean, how hard could it be? It looks so easy! Well, it was not easy, but it kept me occupied. And I learned I prefer writing to acting, so I switched emphasis, which is good because as a woman of a certain age, my acting career was stalling out.โ€™

The Night of Destruction

Lightnings of fury and pain
Were flung to burn a painful hole
Through its joyful core.
They kept pricking it,
Trying their best to cause- destruction;
But it wasn’t built to shatter.

Bygone

Right here where tough deodars burgeoned for years
With blooming flower beds and brazened beasts,
I now behold concrete blocks with my peers
And swirls of dust rising upon tarred streets.

The Tag

He sits up and swings his legs off the slab, then looks back at that precious white face. Yes, she wants to stay. Maybe a little while longer wouldnโ€™t hurt, after all. Rising to his feet, he straightens his tie and buttons his cuffs before heading for the door. He stops abruptly, letting out a slight sigh and pulls the tag from his pocket. He replaces it around the cadaverโ€™s big toe and steps from the room, making his way down the corridor to his office. He picks up the telephone.

The Knight Set Right

The knight that night with might set right
Each plight of men with tempers frayed;
The men then penned their thoughts then light
And journeyed to far lands as aides.

Altered Mien

When Morning and Night met again that day
To greet the ocean of marred, frozen milk,
I bade adieu to Ball of Fire to bilk
The shadows that had wrecked my life, my stay.

Nighttide

The night stepped out
Like a prima ballerina
From the monumental shadows
That reached the very heavens
Concealed awhile
Behind the great mountains of granite grey
That separated the tranquil realm
From the world outside

To Dad, With Love

Yesterdays might have made you lose your might,
But bear in mind your will’s stronger than fore
Lots ’bout you I shall will to bring to light
So the world may learn you were meant to soar.

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