After 365 days of
Balancing our daily routines,
Caring for our loved ones,
Daring to dream of relaxing days - yes,
Even after realising it's all
Futile, we still wait to have our
Great days, our very own
Happy mornings - long live our
Imagination; But let's not just
Judge the year gone past, badly;
Keeping ourselves in good health,
Longing to have some "me time",
Maintaining good relationships -
Never have all these been more important
Or sought after, than in these
Post-covid times - rather, an essential
Quiet gap between difficult times of
Rains, virus and wars, among others;
Somewhere between tragedies, we became
Thankful for the silver linings - appreciating
Universal peace and helping each other;
Vacations and holidays recharged us and I
Wish that we get more of those every year.
X-mas now gives way to the start of a new
Year - a year that I hope keeps us all safe,
Zestful and yearning for a peaceful life.
Categories:
utile, new year,
Form: Abecedarian
Elephant trunk palms column, canopy claps hands
Undergrowth glad heart shape leaves spiral
Navigator vines map branches, brace boa banyan
Utile duenna diary with my duties conspiring
Chaperone rope binds silent beside my grand plan
Helpmaster holsters my faltering stride, hips squared
Essential weapon for war against mediocrity
Netted fruit bag binds ideas, ripe inspiration shared
Collaboration binges exchanges evocatively
Oversees growth, buffers fumbles, humiliation spared
Unbias advisor straddles drama, miniscule mosquitos
Raised beyond current, stilts lift clear of silt
Above ravaging river, twig leg log cabin cosy kudos
Guileless sunrise server castrates lumpy guilt
Enmeshed mirror wishes bud symmetrical smiling rose
Mentor each moment monitor prods my furtive dreams
Enlivens rainblur haze, unravels twisted maze
Narrows channel between now and zany zone supreme
Twines possible to present, pours zesty praise
Strengthened, gender invalid, my meridian self esteem
9th June
Carbonised Agenda
Categories:
utile, angel, anniversary, blessing, friendship,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
She endured the tide as it rose
arose on wings inured to strain by fate
the reign of hate, she defies to win a wish
a lavish treat and yet a utile present
that set ablaze, hope's waning embers
then renders her fit for a quest
as it adds zest and zeal, to her bounce
once they gel, she will stand tall on it
to withstand the test of time once again
Categories:
utile, change, hope,
Form: I do not know?
Everything is temporary in this world,
My smile and your anger just for a while,
Let's come together and make a world,
Where there is nothing to spoil,
Let I built a bridge between our heart's world,
And let's burry all the vile,
You make me utile
And I make u fertile,
To grow our star world,
Categories:
utile, autumn,
Form: ABC
I have found out that
Reading is very utile
So I love to read
and on my own ways
to reduce stupidity
I keep reading on
how great some texts are!
how lovely some writers are!
my deep thanks to them.
Categories:
utile, education,
Form: Senryu
Simple specks of Sand…
Force falls in love with Steam
Gentle gazes through Glass…
Blow breaths in life from Dream
Utile uses into Urn…
Gravity gives in cry for Lust
Mantle mazes lay Mosaic….
Eroding ends return to Dust
Simple specks of Sand…
Categories:
utile, art, birth, spiritual, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
I am the Devil
I am the Devil
I am so Proud that
I am the Devil
This is the one
Secret Reveal
Don’t use me
U can Utile
Or you will get
Under my heels
I am not up
I am Beneath
When You are alone
I feel that thrill
I won the battle
When burnt that castle
Which many years
Standing on the hill
I am very hard
I am so strong
In any emotion
I am always still
You made me secure
The way I drilled
You don’t’ know
What Is this Seal
I have a control
I am the king
Enjoyed till end
Many Life’s reel
I need to find now
Some another Meal
Again I can say then
I am the Devil
Categories:
utile, evil,
Form: Rhyme
Muted words linger in limbo
imprisoned between many leaves
bound together in the darkness
of a poet’s tried thesaurus.
Their alphabetic existence
is but an endless servitude
whose individual meanings
chosen and together sequenced
for the glory of the poet.
The many verses read aloud
gives each utile word a voice
and continues till completion.
Then darkness returns once again
as the reference book is closed.
Categories:
utile, on writing and words,
Form: Verse
The poplar trees stood like sentries
Standing on one leg in their green
Uniformed grandeur. Beyond their
Phalanx could be seen a stately
Manor whose imported marble
Pillars were more decorative
Than utile. Not unlike the sole
Inhabitant who lies dying
In his magnificent antique
Breton bed. He never married-
“I’m too busy for such nonsense.”
Consequently, no progeny,
No living relatives, no one
Only a dreadful eulogy:
Alone died a poor man, indeed!
Categories:
utile, death
Form: Verse