Another turn in the road
Sunshine vanished once again
Something unpredictable showed
Time mercilessly slowed
For the dark refrain
Another turn in the road
Everyone passed, left me alone
The darkness came
Something unpredictable showed
In the shadows, teeth showed
I ran away, again
Another turn in the road
Shadows caught up, they felt cold
I screamed, they sunk their teeth in
Another turn in the road
Something unpredictable showed.
Sun shining on with summer passion
Spring's gone, her flowers burned away
I can't run, so I walk in orderly fashion
Two roses have risen in my garden
Their whiteness has a touch of gray
Sun shining on with summer passion
Even small work feels like a mess and
I feel dead tired doing it everyday
I can't run, so I walk in orderly fashion
Children playing games, school's out of session
In holiday spirit, they play and play and play
Sun shining on with summer passion
Me and my friend step out to get some
Lovely lovers loitering around the lake
Sun shining on with summer passion
I can't run, so I walk in orderly fashion.
Yesterday, I followed the trail of tall trees
Blackbirds and geese together drinking
Water from a babbling brook with ease
Bathing and chattering in their sequestered piece
of forest. Then, I came with camera clicking
Yesterday, I followed the trail of tall trees
Slowly, I approached near, a calm breeze
caressed my hair, lightly walking like
Water from a babbling brook with ease
Excited pink Bougainvillea blooming free
Camera clicking but I hate the flower plucking
Yesterday, I followed the trail of tall trees
When no bird flew away from me
I knew they knew; I was not there for hurting
Yesterday, I followed the trail of tall trees
Water from a babbling brook with ease
Here comes the wind, cold and warm too
Monsoon summer is near, everything's clear
No fear of nothing, a bright sunny hue
Here comes the wind, cold and warm too
I stop to give directions to a lady deer
Walking beneath the skies so blue
No fear of nothing, a bright sunny hue
You pass me on the sidewalk, my dear
I wink at you, you look so cute
Here comes the wind, cold and warm too
A man chewing tabacco spits near
My feet, I tell him "**** you"
No fear of nothing, a bright sunny hue
Old aunties having their morning chai, stare
At a young man running fast and true
Leg hurting badly, bone split in two
I'm half asleep after running so true
Here comes the wind, cold and warm too
No fear of nothing, a bright sunny hue.
Alone again, with Spring, gliding sleepless--
drifting past the niar* and morning flowers
under fluffy blue clouds, light rain. Sun rests
in comfort, like turtles in their shells--
I wander and caress the colorful flowers,
alone again, with Spring, gliding sleepless
I catch crickets chirping and skipping, success-
fully surviving—the hard-cold winters
under fluffy blue clouds, light rain. Sun rests
but the dawn birds won’t let it rest,
they call it out--with prowess and powers
alone again, with Spring, gliding sleepless--
a tailor with sewing machine, all dressed,
sitting on his chair, beside yellow wallflowers
under fluffy blue clouds, light rain. Sun rests.
I feel blessed as I return to my nest,
scent of berries, rain and faint memories
alone again, with Spring, gliding sleepless
under fluffy blue clouds, light rain. Sun rests.
This is my seventh villanelle in this series, to read the others please browse through my old posts using the tag: #villanelles and I’ve also created a separate category for them on my website, you may click hereto read them all.
I fell in love with this form when I read “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath and “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas.
So, now I write a villanelle every Thursday about my Wednesday Walks.
*niar is a Hindi word which translates to ‘brook’ in English. I used it because I love that word and also ‘cuz if we write the word ‘rain’ backwards, we get ‘niar’!
ps: the featured images are clicked by me, one today and the sunshine one I clicked on the day of Holi.
What is a Villanelle?
A villanelle is a poem of nineteen lines, and which follows a strict form that consists of five tercets (three-line stanzas) followed by one quatrain (four-line stanza). Villanelles use a specific rhyme scheme of ABA for their tercets, and ABAA for the quatrain. The first and third lines of the first tercet function as repeating refrains, which alternate as the final line of each subsequent tercet and appear again as the two final lines of the concluding quatrain. Although villanelles often do use meter, they don’t have to use any one type of meter in particular.
Shoutout to:
I’ve decided to read this poem in a gathering of great poets from all over the world: dverse poets pub’s Open Link Night LIVE Come join us, recite your own poem or just listen if you want to, we’re a friendly bunch.
Upset Sunset, got nowhere to run and hide
from your dark eye, you sick bastard!
Am I coming or going home, I can’t decide.
This chaos flowing in me gives rise
to discomfort tides, your silences hurt,
Upset Sunset, got nowhere to run and hide.
Cease your shoddy peace talking, I tried
following your herd, obeying your word.
Am I coming or going home, I can’t decide.
Nothing is real except death, so I died.
Found out why, even God can’t quiet down a bird,
Upset Sunset, got nowhere to run and hide.
I’m discombobulated, is it day or night?
A crow's cawing, you say they’re doom’s harbinger--
am I coming or going home, I can’t decide.
Like a drunk, I’ve spewed out every single bite,
I’m hopeless. Ink’s my liquor and you’re my paper,
Upset sunset, got nowhere to run and hide--
am I coming or going home, I can’t decide.
This is my sixth villanelle in this series, to read the others please browse through my old posts using the tag: #villanelles and I’ve also created a separate category for them on my website, you may click hereto read them all.
I fell in love with this form when I read “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath and “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas.
So, now I write a villanelle every Thursday about my Wednesday Walks.
ps: The featured image is mine, I clicked it in the evening, a storm was brewing and no sunset was in sight.
What is a Villanelle?
A villanelle is a poem of nineteen lines, and which follows a strict form that consists of five tercets (three-line stanzas) followed by one quatrain (four-line stanza). Villanelles use a specific rhyme scheme of ABA for their tercets, and ABAA for the quatrain. The first and third lines of the first tercet function as repeating refrains, which alternate as the final line of each subsequent tercet and appear again as the two final lines of the concluding quatrain. Although villanelles often do use meter, they don’t have to use any one type of meter in particular.
As I walk in solitude, I silently remember you
Holding on to dreams, to light, to me--
A red wheelbarrow, filled with water, blue
Crazy sorrows forgotten, cold morning dew
Feels lovely under my bare feet, grass’s sunny
As I walk in solitude, I silently remember you.
My pal, I’m always around your heart, boo
But sometimes, your silence scares me
A red wheelbarrow, filled with water, blue
Your fences facing me suffocate, brew
Smoke rings in my mind, it’s now foggy
As I walk in solitude, I silently remember you
With me, in the dark side of the Moon
Working wizardry with words, so thirsty.
A red wheelbarrow, filled with water, blue
Desperate to communicate, oh so full!
Gut’s spilling, a red river, bleed on me!
As I walk in solitude, I silently remember you--
A red wheelbarrow, filled with water, blue.
This is my fifth villanelle in this series, to read the others please browse through my old posts using the tag: #villanelles and I’ve also created a separate category for them on my website, you may click hereto read them all.
I fell in love with this form when I read “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath and “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas.
So, now I write a villanelle every Thursday about my Wednsday Walks.
ps: The featured image is mine, I clicked it today after walking on the sunny grass (it was so cold and wet ‘cuz of the dew).
What is a Villanelle?
A villanelle is a poem of nineteen lines, and which follows a strict form that consists of five tercets (three-line stanzas) followed by one quatrain (four-line stanza). Villanelles use a specific rhyme scheme of ABA for their tercets, and ABAA for the quatrain. The first and third lines of the first tercet function as repeating refrains, which alternate as the final line of each subsequent tercet and appear again as the two final lines of the concluding quatrain. Although villanelles often do use meter, they don’t have to use any one type of meter in particular.
I see corpses of flowers on sale,
Watch fadin’ paintings on the wall
and feel anger as I walk the trail.
Slumdogs of society howl and hail,
While crooked men with guns drink alcohol.
I see corpses of flowers on sale.
I choose a quiet road by the brook, a nightingale
sings, wild thing, makes my heart bawl
and feel anger as I walk the trail.
A girl with curly-fragrant hair veiled.
Chickens, all caged for slaughter, call.
I see corpses of flowers on sale.
I see and watch the stuff of nightmares
all out in the open at morning in Bhopal,
and feel anger as I walk the trail.
A hardware store, a doctor with ponytail,
A labour-sale: working-humans being hawked.
I see corpses of flowers on sale
and feel anger as I walk the trail.
This is my fourth villanelle in this series, to read the others please browse through my old posts using the tag: #villanelles and I’ve also created a separate category for them on my website, you may click hereto read them all.
I fell in love with this form when I read “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath and “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas.
So, now I write a villanelle every Thursday about my Wednsday Walks.
What is a Villanelle?
A villanelle is a poem of nineteen lines, and which follows a strict form that consists of five tercets (three-line stanzas) followed by one quatrain (four-line stanza). Villanelles use a specific rhyme scheme of ABA for their tercets, and ABAA for the quatrain. The first and third lines of the first tercet function as repeating refrains, which alternate as the final line of each subsequent tercet and appear again as the two final lines of the concluding quatrain. Although villanelles often do use meter, they don’t have to use any one type of meter in particular.
Alone again, naturally, I walk the streets
Driven mad by the beauty of dawn
The birds are singing chirpy songs, poo-tee-weet!
Nomadic woman carrying burden on her head in heap
Pauses to take a breather in the morning sun,
Alone again, naturally, I walk the streets.
Venus and half-moon are still visible in the neat
Spring sky, green grass sprouting from concrete, rebels and so on,
The birds are singing chirpy songs, poo-tee-weet!
Young man smiling at his phone, sees
Me smiling at nothing, must be thinking I'm half-gone.
Alone again, naturally, I walk the streets.
Suddenly, the street lights go out and darkness meets
Me momentarily, then they come back on
The birds are singing chirpy songs, poo-tee-weet!
The intoxicatingly sweet smell of fresh coffee treats
Billows from the local cafe, I'm reborn!
Alone again, naturally, I walk the streets,
The birds sing chirpy songs, poo-tee-weet!
This is my third villanelle in this series, to read the others please browse through my old posts using the tag: #villanelles and I’ve also created a separate category for them on my website, you may click hereto read them all.
I fell in love with this form when I read “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath and “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas.
So, now I write a villanelle every Thursday about my Wednsday Walks.
ps: The featured images are mine, I clicked them during this week’s Wednesday walk.
What is a Villanelle?
A villanelle is a poem of nineteen lines, and which follows a strict form that consists of five tercets (three-line stanzas) followed by one quatrain (four-line stanza). Villanelles use a specific rhyme scheme of ABA for their tercets, and ABAA for the quatrain. The first and third lines of the first tercet function as repeating refrains, which alternate as the final line of each subsequent tercet and appear again as the two final lines of the concluding quatrain. Although villanelles often do use meter, they don’t have to use any one type of meter in particular.
Shoutout to:
I’ve decided to read this poem in a gathering of great poets from all over the world: dverse poets pub’s Open Link Night LIVE Come join us, recite your own poem or just listen if you want to, we’re a friendly bunch. Time: Saturday, February 18 from 10 to 11 AM, EST. Place: https://meet.google.com/kkn-zdpz-eoo
Keepin' an eye on the world goin' by
The highway, we pass time, run and share
The february mornin' air, fresh, and fine.
From a barrow white smokes rise
Hawker selling hot green chickpeas there.
Keepin' an eye on the world goin' by.
Neon lights of wedding shine bright
Night-celebration over and nobody there
The february mornin' air, fresh and fine.
An old man walks slowly but in style
Wears a cap, denim jacket and another layer.
Keepin' an eye on the world goin' by.
Our minds wander and wonder why
Our lives are goin' so fine? It's very rare
The february mornin' air, fresh and fine.
An empty school bus passes us by
Yellow and ready for children's care
Keepin' an eye on the world goin' by.
The february mornin' air fresh and fine.
A villanelle is a poem of nineteen lines, and which follows a strict form that consists of five tercets (three-line stanzas) followed by one quatrain (four-line stanza). Villanelles use a specific rhyme scheme of ABA for their tercets, and ABAA for the quatrain. The first and third lines of the first tercet function as repeating refrains, which alternate as the final line of each subsequent tercet and appear again as the two final lines of the concluding quatrain. Although villanelles often do use meter, they don’t have to use any one type of meter in particular.
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