Once in Sikkim a ranch owner,
Employed young Atek as a herder.
Who dedicatedly looked after the animals,
In a pure place where no one travels.
He loved to play his melodious flute,
Made of the Lepcha bamboo shoot.
He played aplenty tunes forlorn,
Every night and every morn.
A dusk he played the flute in drear,
Jyamphi Moong appeared from no where.
He saw a Yeti extremely scary,
Reverse footed and very hairy.
And then a song he did compute,
On his exotic bamboo flute.
Jyamphi Moong loved his music,
But poor Atek! He became too sick.
Then he avoided playing the flute,
So that the Yeti, he could refute.
But the Yeti would not restrain,
Insisted that he continued the refrain.
He felt like the Yeti's pawn,
Being forced to play on and on.
Later with a bonfire, Atek was ready,
Applying butter on his whole body.
Simultaneously, he played the flute,
For sure, he wanted Yeti to elute.
Yeti applied butter just like him,
Especially on each and every limb.
The buttered hairy body was afire,
The Yeti fled towards the hill still on fire.
Ever since Yeti lives in the Himalayan terrain,
This is where she likes to remain.
Categories:
elute, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
In the lone island of life so much I like to be
saturated with the still shadow of serenity,
sense at the silent depth of soul a new me.
Out of recluse, I comprehend it’s my reality,
by sane insight the demise of duality I see.
As full moon moves slow across my sole sky,
dense night’s opaque darkness stardusts dilute,
I drink to dregs as the sands of time slide me by.
Mind gets drenched in delight passions elute,
on the mesmeric tapestry of rapt rapture I lie.
November 17,2020
Contest : Podium Placing Promiseg (6)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
elute, i am, introspection,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
In lone island of life I like to be
soaked in cool shower of serenity,
find at the still depth of soul a new me.
Out of recluse it’s my reality,
in sane insight I lose duality.
As full moon moves slow across my sole sky,
dense night’s opaque stillness stardusts dilute,
I drink eyeful while time passes me by.
Mind gets drenched in delight passions elute,
in charmed trance of rapture I become mute.
August 17, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (23)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
elute, dream, joy, loneliness, silence,
Form: Quintain (English)
MUTE IN TRANCE OF RAPTURE
In the island of life I like to be
soaked in drizzle of cool serenity,
find at the still depth within a new me.
Out of recluse it’s my reality,
in lone insight I lose duality.
As full moon moves slow across my sole sky
dense night’s joyous stillness stardusts dilute,
I drink eyeful while time passes me by.
Mind gets drenched in delight passions elute,
in charmed trance of rapture I become mute.
August 1, 2019
Syllable count : 10 each line (iambic pentameter)
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
elute, emotions, how i feel,
Form: Quintain (English)