WORD PLAY

We can spin a web with them
Or string them together
And wear them with pride.

We beat them together for smoothness
Or just blend them with others
And we relish and savor them.

We mix n match them
Tailoring them to our needs
And drape around, making us unique.

We sip them or take a mouthful
Swirl them in our mouths
And are filled with warmth of old wine.

We toss and turn them
Or sometimes sleep on them
And we dream of them.

They seduce us,
Entice us, 
Keep us occupied.

We play with them,
Revere them, use them
We can't exist without these.

WORDS - We writers are defined by them!

For - Poetry jam

IN - DEPENDENCE.

We fought the British
For freedom
Yet, we still fight
Against a system
Of power;
Against corruption;
Lack of basic 
Amenities and values
For humans
More so for the
Freedom of women.
No one is perfect,
And so are the Nations.
We also fight
Within ourselves
With our fears,
Our demons,
Our thoughts....
Which make us
And also break us
In spite of all the lacks
We still celebrate
LIFE!

Happy Independence Day.

For - dVerse~Open Link Night

FREEDOM??

"I will protect you"
Says - 
Doting dad,
Loving brother,
Amorous boyfriend,
(not so) interested partner...
Only some men brave
Enough to give them
Wings - to fly;
Others just bind them
In the name of - 
Society
Safety
Love

Clipping their wings
And dreams
- A frog in the well- 
Is all She becomes
While staring at the sky!

For - Poetry Jam - value
          Theme Thursday
               G-man
               dVerse
            

CRIMINAL INTENTIONS.

He is a gentleman
Or so she thought.
He has the decency
To knock and enter...
No, sir! He barged right in
As if he owned the place.
Too shocked to protest
She let him march right in.
It is a crime to steal
Yet he did steal blatantly
Proud of his possession
A look of triumph 
On his face....
Thought he was polite
Enough to ask
But, no! He parked himself
Right there and
Made it his home.
She should have been bothered
By his intrusion
As it was not her home
He had invaded...but,
Her temple, it was...
Her heart that he stole.
She let him stay
Secretly enjoying his presence
Cos' she too had 
Done the same!!!

For - dVerse~ Open Link Night

GHOST BUSTER??

I heard a bell chime from one of the chambers which was closed to public. I paused, and listened carefully. Heard it again, a ringing from a small bell...twice in succession.


My curiosity got better of me and I pushed the door open and tentatively stepped inside. I saw a huge marble topped dinning table lighted with candles with red shades masking the glow...giving the room a eerie yet warm feeling. At one end of the table, I saw a couple, dressed in black in their royal finery...the lady graceful and the man elegantly poised, sharing a drink between them.


The lady slowly turned towards me and asked - "Would you like to taste some wine, my dear?"


I was taken aback. I did not realize that they had seen me. I blushed with embarrassment thinking I had gate crashed on the couple's private moment; politely mumbling my 'No, thanks',exited the room. 


As I stumble out of the room, the door closed behind me. There was something odd. I fished out the literature about the castle from my hand bag. I re-read it. There was no mention of the Royalty using this particular castle as a holiday home/summer home/winter home...it did not house the Royalty at all!


I ran up to our group and sought our tour guide Mr. Brown and asked him whether someone from the Royal family was staying there? "Madam, this castle has been closed for more than a century....never used by the royal family. Just open to the public on demand. May I know the reason for your question?"


I recounted the incident at the dinning room to him and to the people in our group. Mr. Brown's pale skin got paler as the people around me gasped!


For - Mag 129

CHILDHOOD AND SOME MEMORIES.

If you can't beat them,
Join them!
I was a lone girl
In a family of boys
Was their partner
In crime
Created havoc
Big time.
They taught me everything
To ride a bike
Play cricket, marbles...
Rock climbing and 
Treasure hunt.
Followed them like a pup.


We played with
Discarded scooter tyres
Pushing and running
Behind them.


We had a beautiful garden
Full of colourful blooms
Eluding sweet perfume
And we ruined it!
Running our tyres
Over the flower beds
Stomping them
In the process
Killing them.
The boys were punished
And I was let off
The could only scoff
Some perks
Being the only girl, works!!


For - dVerse Poets Pub

MY NIGHTMARE!

The rug was pulled away from under my feet and my world toppled like a pack of cards when my maid announced that she was quitting!!

She had caught me unawares and hit me where it hurts the most – my pride!

She had tried the old trick of the trade, asked for an unreasonable raise in her salary that I had to let her go. From a house maid she had promoted herself as a cook and she knew it fetched her more than the housework. But, when I did a market survey, I found out that I was already paying her much more than the market value.

I raved, ranted, frothed from the mouth and smoked from the ears. The Sita in me suddenly donned the avatar of Durga and I grew three extra pairs of  hands and all of them sporting a weapon aimed at her.

My claws began to show and I attacked her, not with the sharpened claws, but, with my sharp tongue.

I let her go after showering her with my wrath...a disguise for my helpless desperation. Where will I get another Bai at such short notice? Well, there was no notice at all.

A “May Day” message was sent across to each and everyone I knew in my housing society. Friends spread the word to their Bais, watchmen were on the watch for a needy maid.

In my desperation, I had almost tempted and willed my mind that I will take upon doing the house work (good exercise) myself. Then, a light bulb went on somewhere in the dark corners of my mind and I had a moment of ‘nirvana’ and I bit back my treacherous mind.

All is well that ends well...a steady parade of Bais knocked at my door and phew! I hired a maid.

I can have my Zen moment now....for an extended period of time J

ONE...FUN?

Voices or noises
Doubts or wisdom
Impulses or reasoning
Life would have been
More simple
And World, a better place
If there were no choices
No right way or wrong
Just one way
One thinking
One consciousness
Everything Universal...
Serve you time
On Earth and
Get done with it.
But then, would it be fun?


For - G-man

IN A RUT!

Sitting by the window
I let the wind
Caress my skin
Calm my nerves
My hair blowing and
Picking my eyes...
Or is it my emotions?
Breathing is shallow
I hyperventilate
Trying to gulp in more 
Doesn't work.
Magic is everywhere
But, they fail to move me
Today...I am lazy
And brain dead
Mind cluttered
To quieten...
I try to unthink

This is nothing but a
Common psychosomatic condition
I know, yet
I let it grip me!!! 


For - Poetry Jam - Verbs!

LIFE'S LESSONS

Driving in the heavy downpour
Wiper stuck....
Visibility poor,
Images blurred and distorted
Feeling edgy and panicky
Trying to focus
Could wait for the storm to pass
Or meet it head on
With belief and
Experience to guide
And expertise as compass
Or experiment
Things can go wrong
Or not.
Life! and its little lessons.


For - dVerse~Open Link Night