Days of yore when less was so more, One television and few shows, A loud hue and cry and sharp rows, All sat down to have fun galore, Neighborhood bonhomie to fore, Images only white and black, But colours of life would bounce back, Television now smart ,men dumb, Profound joys of life have gone… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 58: (BLACK) in the C rhyme line.
Deep in my dreamy slumber I heard, A symphonic melody play, It flowed around so untamed, Traipsing on vernal branch, Waltzing along buds, A fragrant burst, Melody, Real, Pure.
Man a fool, Always he feigned to be cool, Donning a charade to win hearts, But all he got back were nasty darts, Still he milked all that ridicule!
An ode to chocolate with this double haiku A silky repreive, That deep burst so ecelectic, A pure ecstasy! Banishing my blues, Soothing my inner tempest Leaving tranquil trail!
The metropolis melange, Anonymous faces, Faceless, Countless, Buzzing by. And I, Lost in the crowd. Then, A kind look, A stranger in the crowd, Smiles, And holds my hand, As I follow him, In the city maze, A friend in solitude, No ifs and buts, No gives and takes, Just a friend with no name!
My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.
Today is the festival of Lohri in North India. Sitting in the biting chill besides the bonfires,basking in its warmth and revelling in the love of our dear ones. Crimson ember sparks, The wintry haze shuddering, As new hopes dazzled.
It's your day, The chimes strike the notes you wish, Each moment your own. All this while, You have been trudging by, Doing what been told. A cataclysm, One morning, And you woke up from that reverie. You shook up the cobwebs, Opened the mind's windows, As sunny warmth fragrant, And vernal gush, It thawed… Continue reading Just You
A goodbye to the year that was, Letting go, Bygones are begones. Now, I can only stand and stare, As the kaleidoscope of life unrolls, The hits and misses, The high and lows, Each leaving its mark, Imprinted on the sands of time. As the clock strikes twelve, The music will blare aloud, As the… Continue reading Good- bye
Another December, Another year drawing to a close, As you muse, You see, A plethora of things not done, Milestones still to reach. You wonder, If this year ever was. For nothing changed, Nothing new, The wheels of life churning usual brew. And you trudge along, Awaiting the advent of new hour, When the bell… Continue reading Another December