In my kitchen

The whole world out there,
and I wake up dreaming pancakes,
a kid in the playground,
some maple syrup evening,
a whole palate of colors
and a bite of fresh fruit;

The universe conspires
the images I can not grasp;
no tears , no laugh
just some bitterness cutting through
the fruits that are about to fall;

I feed my words to strangers
hoping they would find seeds;
I make peace with barren lands
being dug out of me
without a single sight of tree;

The kid of my desires walks somewhere
demanding pancakes from my kitchen;
the things we talk over breakfast
lie along whispered prayers
covered in melted butter instead.


Written for Poetics Tuesday and inspired by photo prompt @ What do you see ?


My calling ..

There is a world forgotten,
In words I left a your door,
There is a face mistaken
In masks I dropped by chance;
There is a dream trapped
In the path we take daily,
There is a calling of my pack
In the nights I roam freely.

The only reason I was inspired to write this poem is because some one referred me as one of her poet friend. And I had to justify that I am still a poet. 🙈😉

Submitted to Open Link Night @ Dverse

#Thankfulthursday To life ..

The world thrives on stories of hope,

Little cracked,but surviving homes;

I live each moment in awe

From when life picked me first

So out of line, yet so full of want;

You are home to me,my world,

The only constant reminder,

My prayers and wishes answered;

No matter what changes around,

Am blessed;love can be found

If you raise a toast for the gifts

That equally to strangers, you receive to give.


Today’s prompt by Tina & Amrita’s page for thankful Thursday post is about Home. I have always found home with people and not in places. So this is a verse dedicated to the friends and my husband who have made home in my heart. Also Jamie asked us to write a poem on raising a toast to life. This is my thankful verse for life for the blessings and the constant reminder that there always is love around when you give that freely to others.

Also linking this poem to Open Link night.

Leaving another verse about being light for yourself and others that I am glad I learned some how , even if a little late ..

Stay blessed !

Spicy Memories

Certain words fondly nudge
memories of making merry
On a house boat;In the river
Meandering across villages
No more than ten homes big,
serving the best toddy
spiciest fish, scrambled eggs
and noodles.
Simple food by strangers
served with love stay life long.


This is a Quadrille (poem of exact 44 words) as prompted on dVerse and also linked to the Toads .

*Toddy is the south indian name for palm wine created fresh from the coconut palmtreesin villages. It smells pungent but is very delicious.


Remembering the days
Of words dancing freely
On the pages of my mind
To the tunes of my fancy;
Sole flights of the trapped mind.

The prompt at the dVerse was to write Acrostic Poem. This triggered so much nostalgia. There was a time when I could create various forms of poetry without difficulty. And today , I have left writing so behind that even I miss my own poetry. Thanks to blogchatter , I have decided to write a little more regularly this month and to read new blogs too. Wish me luck !

I am taking my Alexa Rank to the next level with #MyFriendAlexa via Blogchatter

Little clouds of dreams

Like dandelions

Fluttering freely in the air

The white fluffy dreams blinking

in the sun; I stand there rooted

Looking at the blinding light

Confusing it with hurdles.

Once the eyes close, it is clear;

the strength I need,the affirmations,

the will and the confidence

It’s all there in me; burning low

But enough to be stroked into a fire

The won’t burn me but has the power

Of a Phoenix to rise from within;

The dreams now stick to me

Like clouds of cotton candy

Sweetening the air and mouth so sticky,

I return to the night, wiser probably.