Salty Affair

At times I become too tetchy with an emotional oaf syndrome which I generally nourish and nurture alongwith my creations.
It happened a few months back when I became too spontaneous and wrote off to a magazine in the UK with a poem for their competition.

Naturally, my enthusiasm was danked with cold water as the entry scourged in the first round of selection. It was reasoned, as an inappropriate category, under which I filed my nomination, "Desire" - was meant to be racy enough to keep the readers long awake in bed at night.

Then, I decided to create blog to fan the embers of my poetic jestures raher than sponge on the respected benevolent judges for their appreciations and/or criticisms.
But, it was supposed to come with a meaning - A koine to give insight into the various socio-political, socio-economic and humane facets of exoteric life.

I present you the poem which started it all...

# Speechless through the pane, I see
Spotlees in her beauty, is she

# Foaming the froth of endless crest
Pounding the rocks on boundless breast

# Roaring the fathoms of history
Boring the rivers to mystery

# Checking the deltas here-n-there
Making islands into no-where

# Sailors call for just folk-lore
Tempting All from beaches-shore

# Curls-uncurls All her day
Nibbling sand from her Own bay

# Tub ships on her body drool
Sub marines dive into her pool

# Enjoys the traffic when at her Best
Throwing tantrums at her chest

# A little bit of knocking Mood
And all the fun is over for Good

# If you don't stop teasing around
Dirge of darkness will surround

# A chalky strain of colours line
Where the sun cube drops in Wine.

# Winding through her curvy fars
Breezing through the waves apart

# Coasting on the nearest shore
Boasting of her skills so more...

# Winking at her gorgeous charm
Wonder, how she spreads her arm

# Mystic moment engulfs the fair
Fisher-folk dance above their share

# She chuckles at her own treat
My heart sinks at her retreat

# The day I gain the courage or power
I will cover One Mile to shower!


And, Oh yes, I tried to think of Desire as an impaired child wishing to cover a mile to the sea which he can see daily but not feel.
It is a desire because it is far from reality for him to realize such a small thing as he can now only visualize the lasting feeling.

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I invite you all to share a short piece of a prized possession from one of my latest attempts.


Save thy laughter for sometime else
It's pounding on my Soul and Health.

Killer as u r by nature - O Dear
Take a pity on my Heart So Near.

Silky as ur hair flutter
Mark my word - My Genes utter :-

"If u r not my
I will die
Unless and Until u Reply".


The mood is of longing of a love-lorn person waiting for a response for his proposal when his lover has gone far away.
Most of the times we wait unto eternity for someone but our anxiety knows no bounds when they are out of sight as we fail to know if they nurture the same feelings for us.

I reflect on these thoughts and urge you all to make your feelings abreast when there is time, and not wait for the time to ripe!

Treasure Hunt

It is almost the end of a long long weekend in France on the occasion marking the end of World War (I) and I am already feeling perturbed, not because the war was over, but, to get back to the moribund practise.

I always need a reason to stay at home, which I enjoy to the hilt!
Actually, at home, I do nothing, and ... this NOTHING is a thing very difficult to manage.

I had penned down a few lines, during these tedious sessions, while trying to manage the "nothings" in my life.

I call this the Treasure Hunt.
I have given a clue, at the end of each paragraph, as to what they would mean to me if I were to superimpose emotions upon them...


# I search for stars in a cloudy night
I look for rains when sunny bright
(whimsical)

# I search for green on barren land
I look for well when filled with sand
(hope)

# I search for diamonds in a closed mine
I look for colours in jasmine
(crave)

# I search for money on the street
I look for comfort in defeat
(comfort/greed)

# I search for melody in drummer
I look for winter in summer
(uncertain)

# I search for taste in toothpaste
I look for refuge in the Chaste
(adventurous)

# I search for knowledge in search engine
I look for problems with my gene
(insatiable)

# I search for hairs on my comb
I look for peace in a silent tomb
(console)

# I search for a house to make it home
I look for faults to call it homme
(humane)


You can find a rhythm of "Search and Look" interlaced in the above stanzas in which I have tried to depict the extremities of life.

I tried to tread a thin path of sample evidence of the beast moulded in the beauty of the little happiness we garner from our day-to-day existence.

But, in the end it is a new beginning for we do not know the road to perfection. And, Perfection is the Quest for which we should embark on our Treasure Hunt in every little thing we do in our life.