In response to Suchitra’s post
सूरते हाल बयाँ ज़िन्दगी का किया
पल भर मैं जीवन के हर पल को जिया |
लिखते तो सब हैं ए मेरे दोस्त,
पर आपके कलम ने जो शिरकत की
आसुओं के जाम को पीकर,
मानो जश्ने अमृत उगल दिया |
गुलामे – ज़िन्दगी होते हैं लोग
पर आपकी ज़िन्दानशि की उस बरकत को सलाम |
उस कलम की हरेक आडी तिरछी हरकत को सलाम,
हसरते ज़िन्दगी की हर उस हसरत को सलाम |
Cornered there,
Outbid I feel;
Cabalist, you think I am?
Kamikaze u make me;
Riding the stormy sky.
Oak blight louse,
Addicted to you, I am.
Cameled to the Saharas
Haunted by illusions.
Echo all over, in my head.
“She thinks… I am one of her.”
COCKROACHES !!?? eeww ??!!??
***
My second attempt to the prompt Cockroaches prompted at Acrostic Only run by sweet Amias.
This attempt relies on a totally different method. Dunno if you ll like it but the temptation of the idea was exciting to take on. Check the first attempt here.
Creatures ugly;
Out there, EVERYWHERE.
Crunchy shell on outside
Kettle thick liquid inside
Relished by few
On Plate 
Atomic blasts,
Can fail them die.
Headless, they live,
Easy by fate.
Sadly however,
Can’t survive the day.
Onslaught assault spirits,
Crab them away.
Keeping distances,
Right on dot.
Observed to survive,
Adventurously tight spots.
Certainly deaf-muted.
House-wifes know why.
Encountered on eavesdrop;
Spot Smashed, is how they die.
COCKROACHES !! COCKROACHES !!
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Written for Acrostic Only prompt Cockroaches. Check out the second attempt here.
She is putting in a great effort to get things going at Acrostic Only and sharing her knowledge and wisdom at the Acrostic Workshop. Waltzing down the road;
He saw this pretty girl walk.
Eyes deep blue she had;
Nailed his heart from start;
It made him smile and sing;
To him she was everything!!
‘
She was, but not to blame!
Occupied with her, he became.
Vaccinated by her glance;
Eased in seeping romance.
Reaching to her in daze;
Jazzing to her his pang.
Umbrella my love – he sang.
Smiling to him, she rhymed,
Try in another lifetime!!
Bruised and angry to blow!!
On the contrary, but he thought,
When it’s over just bow
When It’s Over Just Bow !!
***
I have tried to capture the story of an ordinary guy who fell for a looker..
As a matter of fact, if you notice, its never over when you bow… it is virally reciprocated.. and leaves behind the aura of positive ambience, for all to co-exist.. Small things do bring bigger changes 
Imagine what a royal exit can do… Just some food for thought !!
This was written for Acrostic Only’s prompt - When it’s over just bow
(PS: Magic or Love is never over if you live the idea of it)
One’s Onions,
Peeled For
Pandora’s Lair.
Objectives Inhabit,
Reasons For-seen.
Tame Emotions.
Umbel Ticks,
Naive Interpretations;
Iambic Mentations.
Temptations;
Yell Eureka !!!
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Written for Acrostic Only
When I wrote and shared it with Winnie(aka Meanie), she said I should also share the thought process and so here it is. This poem is about the times when we have an opportunity knocking at the door and the action is yet to be taken, its about the evolutionary ideation and cerebration, that leads to the war-like preparation for the green go; to attempt the opportunity and nail it.
It starts with talking about knowing our prized possesions, our strength and weaknesses and how we ready ourselves for the Pandora’s Lair, knowing not what and who’s gonna come out of it; lions or liars or leaders. We nest our feelings with our own reasons; nurture our objectives and tame our emotions towards the goal. We do everything necessary, to seek it, hunt it down and fancy our chances. And as the idea settles; thoughts like short flower stalks bloom; ticking with excitement and life; come out of the umbelliferrous vision illusion; of what may and may not happen. We think of every possible things in units of what it could be; and game of life like a chessboard… And with our own set of explanations, interpretations and rendering for the moves, even before we actually make it, we convince ourselves to say ‘Eureka !!! This is it.’ — my Opportunity………
Hope you like it. Now that you have read it. Just a question.. Do you see something Ask me if you don’t.
Futile
Attempts
Timed
After
Lust.
Agreed
Temptations
Taboo.
Redeem
Alacrity.
Consume
Tears.
Inhibit
Obfuscation.
Nefarious.
FATAL ATTRACTION !!!
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Written For Acrostic Only prompt.
This post is about those who have lived it and know it better than anyone else Those will understand the feel without an explanation
Feathering on the couch as i lay,
Relishing the movie on air.
Ignited the passionate love in me,
Enthused by the scenes that flared.
Nailed by the script as it flowed,
Dealing the real in imaginary.
Seduced by the romance in awe,
Hushed by climax that had me.
Incidently a brown bug I saw,
Pair of wings how fast it flew.
Flying in the proximity as it did,
Randomized my curiousity avid.
I sprang off the sofa in dizzy,
Enervated in unsettled faze;
Napping its blow, its sting;
Drove me out of the ring in rage.
Scared a little, a little composed;
Heroically I reconciled my fears;
I fenced with the newspaper sword;
Penetrating its buzz.. interpreting WORDS
FRIENDSHIP !! FRIENDSHIP !! Is all I seek..
***
This is inspired by a true incident; today, when I was sitting on my sofa enjoying a romantic flick, just when a bee invaded my privacy, my tranquility.. I was horrified at first, then as if I realised, that it wanted not to harm, but befriend me, so that we enjoy the movie together I wanted to write something different for this prompt, so I thought this would do.. Dunno if it fits..
This Acrostic is written for Acrostic Only, run by sweet Amias
कण क्षण झिलमिल
रात में तारे,
पुलकित हर्षित,
सुबह पुकारे !!
ज्यों ज्यों नीलम्बर
वस्त्र सवारें;
आगमन को
स्तुति दोहरे
टीम टीम करते,
नील गगन में,
उत्तेजित से,
तुम्हे निहारें !
भोर भयो,
अब देर करो ना,
जन कल्याण को,
जल्द पधारें,
कण क्षण झिलमिल,
रात में सारे,
पुलकित हर्षित,
सुबह पुकारे
आओ अब ना
देर करो तुम,
उजियारे को,
हम स्वीकारें,
आओ आओ,
आ भी जाओ !!
पक्शिगण भी,
तुम्हे पुकारें,
कण क्षण जागृत;
सृष्टि सारी
दर्शन हेतु,
तुम्हे पुकारें,
आओ .. अब ना
देर करो तुम,
कबसे
सुबह सुबह पुकारें !!
कबसे
सुबह सुबह पुकारें !!
***
kan kshan jhilmil,
raat mein taare,
pulakit harshit,
SUBAH pukare !!
jyon jyon nilambar,
vastra sawarein;
aagman ko,
stuti doharein.
tim tim karte,
neel-gagan mein,
uttejit se;
tumhe nihare
bhor bhayo,
ab der karo na;
jan kalyan ko,
jald padhareein.
kan kshan jhilmil,
raat mein saare;
pulakit harshit,
SUBAH pukare.
Aao ab na,
der karo tum.
ujiyaare ko,
hum sweekarein.
aao AAO,
Aa bhi jao !!
Pakshigan bhi,
tumhe pukarein.
kan kshan jagrit;
srishti saari.
darshan hetu,
tumhe pukarein.
>Aao.. ab na,
der karo tum,
kabse,
Subah SUBAH pukarein !!
kabse
Subah Subah pukarein !!
***
I dedicate this to Sanjeevani, who kept asking again and again, why I didnt post this for so long now.
***
Pleased by a flower, praying for the shower,
As it dances proudly by the sun;
It longs and pines for the sky and earth,
Nursing them to be one!
In its endeavour to savage the extremes;
Struggles to fancy its most cherished dream.
An outcry of rage in thunder and pain,
Debating its point but dissolving in rain.
Deceived at times.. Denied desires respite;
It wonders what feelings to chose,
Celebrate its outpour or cry inspite.
Tortured, tormented in agony and pain.
It sings.. Bleeds.. Like a rockstar SHINES.
Vents its spleen in throttled restrain.
End this is not.. Soon.. It will come again!!
PAIN IS ADDICTIVE!!!
***
The story of a cloud, in its earnest industrious endeavor, to date the sky and earth at once… only to realise, it needs one more try may be.. As it showers the entire mankind with its LOVE, losing its own identity in the process.. its a pain, the cloud is ready to go through, again and again.. and again.. The Rain Cycle as we know it.
Enjoying the occasional untimely unexpected showers in Delhi, in this time of the year I was tempted to write for it.
“Pain is addictive” prompt was given by Acrostic Only .. To enjoy more takes on the same muse visit Acrostic Only run by Amias, one of those very spirited talented beings that I have come across.
