Moon(shine) struck!

You may be a teetotaller "zincoshine",
But you *still* get intoxicated at the sight of moonshine!
No wonder! Any intervention by mortal or divine,
can't help you find your sunshine!!

Once bitten, twice shy

Once bitten, twice shy.
Twice bitten, must never try!
Thrice bitten, must go and die!
Still I'vent learnt, I wonder why??

Maybe its just my brain,
which has gone insane!
When I don't abstain
from taking the same old lane!

Is it hope?
or am I on dope?
to think that I can cope
this drift down the slope??

Someday I will anchor
and fight away this rancor!
Despite being infected with canker
But the thought will still hanker!!

Un-awakeable Dream

Sneaked upon me when I least expected
got smitten by the art you've now perfected!
Do you know how big a dream you've erected?
But I know I will stand dejected!!

I'm stuck in a dream from which I can't awake
But dreaming of you, makes my heart ache!
I am no John Milton or William Blake,
to use words and melt objects opaque!

To dream on is sheer madness!
But to awake would mean, drown in sadness!
You may call this attitude callous
But you haven't beholden my dream Alas!!

There are ones that some can't forget
While for others there are ones that you can't get!
The ill-fortune to experience both is mine, you bet!
Not a night passes by (or is allowed to pass by) in this sweat!!

(to be continued....)

Lament of a confused mind!

It was just a prose
were the words you chose!
All the water of the oceans, sprayed with a hose
Alas, the fire caused still couldn't be doused!


I ought have been stupid
to think my intentions were lucid,
Even with the help of a druid
How could I reshape a stone as if it were a fluid!!


Wonder whether all this is for fun?
or you just wanted me stunned?
There I go roaming nomadic as a hun,
believing a plausible story you've spun!


I still believe these all to be an assumption,
that I arrived at, using a flawed Holmesian deduction!
Wish I could win a temporary injunction
before there is a severe destruction!!


Amidst the trees of lament and woe,
reading the signs that advise me to let go,
Wondering if I should join the flow
or do I risk another below the belt blow??

Colors

This one time
A friend of mine,
Commented on my complexion,
After some introspection.
I decided to answer in many lines.

I've been deep in blue,
Even though many near me, had no clue,
There are times when I've been red with rage,
When others were not on the same page.
But shades have changed as wind blew.

In all these years, my body has seen,
the one shade that was missed was green.
Few friends have questioned me why,
incapable was I, of this, even when I tried?
guess then, my heart was too strong to wean.

I wish I were young and old together,
As its become tough being neither.
If I were 10 more years old,
With a heart more bold,
I could travel in all weather!

Had I been 10 years younger,
I could at least satiate my hunger.
my position wouldn't have been so futile,
I could have managed to be more utile.
and finally would have been the winning number.


(PS: An lame attempt at writing a limerick)

Pristine Pacific

Pacific, O Pacific, Where art thou?
Are you really as blue as we are told?

Finding you must be high priority,

Even though it might take some an eternity!

Pacific, O Pacific, Where art thou?
Do you really lack memory until now?
Things important to remembered, are easy to forget,
while those that ought to be (forgotten), are difficult to instead.

Pacific, O Pacific, Where art thou?
Is your heart really as large as a sacred cow?
Can you accommodate only Andy and Red,
Or your doors are open for all, as Conrad said.

Pacific, O Pacific, Where art thou?
How does one reach you right now?

Is the journey very hard to plough?
or you make it easy with your pristine glow?

An attempt at poetry

So this one time,
When the day had past its prime,
With no reason or rime,
I had an urge to whine!

Decided to try my hand in poetry
though my skills were rudimentary,
Metaphor wasn’t my cup of tea,
nor was I good either at simile.

Wanted to write about love,
But I couldn’t think beyond the dove,
so switched to writing on pain,
but, there too, I found no gain.

To write something philosophical,
was the next process methodical,
failure now seemed periodical,
situation now turned comical.

Harder and harder did I try ,
Alas, the subject of the poem never did arrive!
To survive and quit with grace,
I poetrified the sequence of events and saved face!