my back yard

Here Parrots sound
We cant see them in 
Around green bushy trees
I work in my kitchen 
there is a sudden movement
across window 
Four parrots fighting
for one mango 
in my back yard garden
catch my eyes in between
my morning cooking.

Pardon me for the poor video quality...... its my window kitchen backyard mango tree............

This poem is shared with dVerse Poetics today where Marina Sofa prompts: "Write a poem about the happening in the corner of your eye."     

Best Friend

Its been a long time i have made my presence...... Work School function........... so much to do but i didnt want to miss this as i love claudia schoenfeld Work as well as her poem and want to make my time this time........ Sry for my short little appearance and not been active.......... Hope to work everything to normal............

So here is my pic and the poem to it...........

In the busy city

I work my way

Nothing so beautiful 

Top hill view

city of history

City with pride

Were i always love 

to spend rest of my life

Nothing more fun

With a coffee in hand

With the lovely aroma 

Spending my time 

quite and leisure

With mom my best friend to share

This poem is written for dVerse Poetics for my prompt over there.  Claudia Schoenfeld's Flickr page has may pic and many beautiful work I choose two of them to write my prompt.

Home Not home anymore

Born in a family

Married to another

Father mother now alone

But still not my home

Heart deep inside grown up space

Cant live their any more

My home is where my hubby lives

That is also not for me

Its only for in laws to live

Your space , privacy

all in stake.

only you have to adjust 

and live a life of discomfort

may wonder,

Where is my space

For I want my private state.......................

Nightmare

Hi friends I am writing after a long time.... This is in reality happening in India........... Ashamed of the incident. Now I feel its hunting me around... This little girl who is in the age of my son was raped by the teacher as punishment in a dark room, she is may not even have know how to toilet alone without an adult, She fell sick and didnt even say to her mother what happened, Luckly mother come to know ............... What teacher can do to their student in kindergarten or just passed kindergartner.

Hunted by the rumors

Found the realty

Why she didnt sleep

For she was in dark

Never to get up at all

Was pushed and punished 

for no reason of mischif

How will a mother sleep

after hearing

what will the mother do

Whats the future that holds

Poor child can she go to school again

will we have the power 

to send our children

School is second home

But now i feel

Scared to send my son

It may be a boy or a girl

Harassment is same as to everyone

What will we do

What is the future

is there a safe place 

No one need to attack us

As we have to attack our-self

For not respecting our life's

true values and hopes

News Details,

 For Dverses prompt  Poet on DMT.....

Words are wisdom

Love care
Share to dare
I don't mind whats on my mind
all eases With a lovely smile
worries ponder
I wonder for words
swishes away the ponder
slack day
when bell play
like thunder to ears
Soft words fail
Sit quit Look back
Place your word on backside
pic of smiles
sweet memories will fly by
New day Will always
Open up
Hope with new start...


Today at dVerse Poetics Marina wants us to write about shattering and rebuilding, be it personal or in the world. My confidence is to read and write, My hubbys hope with my future is  bright and we want to walk together no matter what.
Our son is going to school and he is feeling down now all I want to do is keep talking to him to make him a strong person and give him hope saying this is new  Life of new friends.. I am so happy with the kids he is studying, all are giving him courage and hope and will be there for him to make him walk........ I see hope and courage in those little once words and smile........ they are only 6-7 year it amaze me how they all give him a worm welcome, hug him and make him feel light.......I thank God for having kids so sweet around him its his will that we are so fortunate to have such a school and such young  people with energy around.

Lost thought

Juggling between school and clinics
Operations and corridor
Doctor and teachers
Life for the little one
So hard and loom

Juggling and juggling
Thoughts tough
No clue to ponder
Little hopes wonder
Life for the little brain
Is hard to refrain

Juggling with life
Of faith and fair play
We pray everyday
To hope for a better living
Life for the little chap
Is hard and tough to gain.

World Around

Every place has a beauty

Just to see

Flower bloom

Bird squeegee

Animal roar

To see those 

through the eyes 

is a goods gift of life.

No wonder why

We don't see life

around the tiles

of your own homes alive.

But wonder 

across seas

Miles deep inside 

to search of world away 

then beside.

today at dVerse Abhra asks us where in the world we would love to be 

bridge

The Gap that grow over small fight never could be bridged

Words lost over anger could never got back

Broken bridge of life

For no return of glide.

Poetry Jam

Past to tell

that my great grand father and grandmother. me next to him in the traditional swing which is still part of our house.

Great Grandfather came to town

Leaving his ways back home

To make his children

The 1st pic  with my Grand ma and my bro sis
2nd pic my dads car (he still has it) 1975 ambasidar'
standing in the old house which i have written about.
3rd me and my sis in kodikannal holiday
last my younger bro birth day

Have a better life 

Five in total

Everyone so different

When I look back

I couldn't relate them

Each in their own ways

Now we have a home

a place of history that holds

I have grown up their

Now it holds a modern flats

Couldn't keep the whole big place

For safety and needs 

Now even in my dreams 

I cant forget

Those huge doors 

Those big trees 

With wells and bells

Flowers and leaves

Everywhere to please.

Now I see 

Only tall building 

Mobile towers

Nothing to easy

the eyes of needs


Grace has us write ancestors at dVerse today…

When Missed

Hi everyone... Sorry has taken a two weeks break from my write as My sons school is about to start had to make some preparation for that and the wonderful thing was we took a four day break to a hill station......Just relax and enjoy the cold breeze from the hot summer heat of 43*C without hubby.

Now for the Brian's prompt of the week "language and words are bri’s theme at dVerse today".

In the cold night breeze

Alone I sleep 

on top of the bunkers bed

With friends filled in the rest

No loud words

As I will wake others

All alone without you

I cant say any thing as now

Only a message was placed

"Miss You"

with no expected reply back 

But to my surprise

The man with no words

Sent back

"Me too"

What all to make the day special

Beggar

Messiah drinking

From his aluminium Glass

and Eating his limited meals 

In an aluminium plat

Behind Wooden doors

Where no one knows

With his shadow

from the Luminous

Playing tricks

Of his persona

as a king.

Miles to before I sleep.............

Over @ dVerse, Mary has us writing to quotes...

    This is all time in my mind...... whenever I feel down I used to say Miles to go before I sleep and remember the story my teacher told me ..................Stopping by the woods -  Robert Frost. 

My miles are yet to be completed i will never know when it will end as in the poem Robert Frost horse doesn't know why he stops, in my life my husband used to wonder sometime what this girl is up to.. yes i just be inside me its hard to guess my thoughts prob its the effect of this poem which is so deep down buried in my heart.

 

Looking back the path

Where only memories last

I am just the ordinary women

To live thy dreams

Achieve each one of all 

Body is worn out now

Not a teen age girl to run around

Medical history is growing each day

Living a tough life thy

Hopes are still high

Achievements goals are higher

Sitting in 2/2 cubical

I write what I desire 

Filling my dreams

Opening my heart

For I have not lost

But has accommodated all

Still filling each cup

Drinking desires of life

Making each ordinary day

Extraordinary

Meeting peoples 

Mails away....

Well Have to travel round the clock

of the world wide web

sitting in just 2/2 wooden block. 

Love to explore

Who are you and whom do you love? 

The women of dreams

dies for self of belonging

lives for her love

the one who loves 

One who keeps her as a queen

What else are you, that no one has seen before?

No one knows

I write my life out

My emotions are in control

for i have a friend to confess to

My online dairy

To be myself and expose

Describe a morning you woke without fear.

The day I am alone

on the shoulders of my love

In the dream land shore

over the toppest mount 

in Cloud No 9 of unknown

How will you know when you get there?

sleep like a baby

When I wake up

to the deep kiss of my love

Those are the questions, Marina has us answer for poetics at dVerse today… i answered all four of them…

Privacy

"Where are you going sweet heart?"

Ask with a disappointment 

As she walks in angry

out of the bed

"I am talking to you"

she just doesn't show interest

as she is filled with grief.....

Pulling her closer

to face him straight on his chest

"Just don't got wild

I know you feel bad

For you have to adjust"

"Whats for me to adjust?

What for me to wait?

I am independent, 

I want my space"

"You always put me down

Never go for my taste

Where is my little privacy 

That I long for to fill my grace"

"Nor money Nor pride Nor fame 

I ask for you to chase"

"All I need is my private space

for a while to re juice my inner blaze"

This poem is written for dVerse Meeting the Bar, where Claudia is having us use conversation in poetry.  this most of us can relate to as it happens to our day to day life............

banana tree

I sprout from my mothers root

Grow to give a lovely fruit

My leaves are the best to eat food

South Indian marriage use to decorate

Their food is not complete with out my supplies

From the door till dinning floor

You can see my presence

Every part of me is used

I don't go waste or no good

Abhra has us write trees for dVerse today… This is a tree I always love as it is so auspicious and also it is also very useful in every way........... It gives fruit vegetable and all its leaf is good for eating as it takes away the toxin in food that is what it is believed.......................

Supress women

Man becomes a beast
Marrys to eat alive
Drinks her blood
every day and Night
Without a mercy 

Drinks her life
Stops her freedom
gives her nothing

When she demands
With a point 
She is marked out
Saying she doesnt repect


When a man is brave 
To be odd out of box
His relative blame him
Saying he is giving to mush freedom

 he should control her
but not empower her
Even his little mercy goes

Best day of my life

Road trip Photo me and my hubby

In the car
We decide to drive alone
 No one else
Just us.

In the car
with the best music on
we drive along 
in the early morning sun

In the car
We reach the beach
at 11am in the morning
Hot sun burning the soft sands

In the car
we go as far as we could
stop buy near the shore
to take a dip in waves of cold

In the car
leave behind everything
Just us holding hands 
Quiet walk joyous heart.

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Rhythm of the Road - this is a road trip me and my hubby went from our home just to have a drive alone, My son was away with my parants so we had no worry just us enjoying the drive it was one of the quick best trip. we returned home with wet pants and all sands in he car.................

Short Write.

Not an expert

but a poet

English is just know

nothing complete

My words

Just flow

with no dam

to block and store

my flow

Today at dVerse, Gay is asking us to make up new poetical forms. This may be called Short write.

I always like to write and express in two to three words a like, make it simple. Now thats my way of write what every comes just put it I dont even take time edit or rethink. 

 

Treasure We Treasure

My son Playing bowling ally with my father. (12 months old Dec 2008)

I treasure every moment

with my son glowing like sun

its a lovely pleasure

We get every joy

In his new born cloths

which i still hold

His first Dress which never fit

then it was too big

Now its very small

But I still hold to show him

How small you were

Me and my son going horse ride (Feb 2014)

In his old toys

Which he keeps very safe

not like other

To brake and throw

He always keep his thing

Very tide and neat.

In his words of wisdom

When he make new words

from his father statements

Day go by

I want to give him what he likes

Yesterdays fantasy gone by

today something new to file.

This is for D'verse Poets Pub- Hosted by Mary ~I have treasured all my sons things and will do it as he becomes older. I love everything about him and nothing more to treasure in the world

Base Ball

I base the ball

To pitch ball

Strike it goes

Need two more

Once again it goes

To hit high above

Over my head

about 6 feet above

Now I got to make a move

To give the ball

some tune

So I could strike out

Win my dues..............

I dont know much about the game but I love the fun of writing about the game especially for Brain Miller.

Poetry Jam.

Roar to Live

 King of the jungle
Leader of breads
He wishes everyone 
To stay with sprites
shows the world 
pride of love
He loves the matesCuddle his dear
Plays ruff 
with his cub
to bring him brave
as he has done by his fathers
They follow their way
May not change in any days
but humans live animal life
with no spirit
Live a life againt our parants say
No one is pure 
for he lives a with his own ways
Life is what we give
for it comebacks vine

@ dVerse, Maria has us writing to animals and their symbolism.. i choose the Lion. I some how like them as they roar the fear out. I feel they are always alert and will love to take care. They have their own principle to live a honor life. Here i have given the symbol of India which is a four lion he standing guard.

present love

Love for no commitment
we live a life of diversion
Lots of things to interferer
in between a human  spaces
No where to go
without seeing hate-rid
love is overtaken by hate
Forgive and forget has become meaningless words
everyone has a hate for something
Pleasure is the only human rights
Place for peace has gone with the winds
No pleasant memories
Even kids these day talk depression
with dismay we look at each day
what a world we have brought
Young boys and girls clinched to cyber hall


 Blank verse for dVerse Meeting the Bar with Tony smooth rhyme. (I Guess)

Poetry

Polish- words

to keep us high

Map-up -Letters

to keep us going

Joy- proper

Into the wisdom- write

Fun frolic-frock

Fly's throw the arc

Making a base

for the Maze- dream

to make a garland- Poem

to sweep-Streets.

Bjorn, our host at dVerse Meeting the Bar has introduced us to the concept of kennings. 

Bjorn, ‘a kenning is a very brief metaphoric phrase or compound word and it means “to know”‘. It comes originally from Icelandic, but also exists in other languages such as Swedish and German. 

With your briefing I have done this poetry, my first attempt on Kennings so if something is not right feel free to write on the comment.

Maternity...........

 Its been coming
2 days of abnormal movement
couldn't sleep 
couldn't turn
except for the pain
below the abdomen
It was different.
What is happening inside me
I couldn't judge a thing
pain only i could feel
Not even what they say 
I was in an emergency
Bleeding started light
Now i am bleeding a lot 
Its two in the night.
Dr call me to labour room
For I fright
I am due only next month
What is happening 
is the baby alright
Dr rush
sounds of alarms heard
nothing register
Only thing i could feel
pain in the back 
suddenly something released
a feeble voice i heard
I didn't even see
All i could here my nurse
rush him in spry
left alone in the labour room
for no one to answer my query
Mom came and said
I will be right back
Happy on business trip
to far away land
I close my eyes
lay their
for no one could be there 
to say a word
until dawn sunrise pair..............


This is written for dVerse MTB, where Brian is prompting us to write a poem using any senses except sight.    This happened almost 6 years back on 28th July 2008 when he was born.
I was in hospital and he was taken to neonatal. after 21 days he came home to me... those pain i could still feel in back of my bone. They used force-subs to bring him as I had pressure and he was not pushing. o my god I can never forget that felling i was just blind folded. I got this feeling immediately when u told me without sight.... this was a without sight i could only feel not see even though i was awake.

Butterful birth

it time to spring out

Open the wing

Splash blasting color

Out from shell 

 Into the new world..............

This is submitted to dVerse Poetics where we are asked to write micro poetry to macro photos....

My son is putting up as cocoon in his annual day program so i wanted to write about it........... will post his pic................as cocoon................ :)

Who I am ......................

Over @ dVerse Poets, for Poetics, Anthony has us writing about an evolution in our poetry,for me it was to take away my sorrow and bring a smile to my heart.......... Its a place where I write for my mind to relax and reflex.........

Born with a silver spoon

Nothing to worry forever

Stage come along

where I never belonged

Life was a struggle

couldn't read or write 

without trouble

Mom didn't know what to do

For  I was exclusive for the rules

Then came a day

Where my teacher found my state

Dyslexia they named

My mom and my teacher struggled

For I went through the troubles

Today I stand

with my open hands

To say the world

I write for I have learnt

Through my times

I have come 

to make a mark 

for who I am............

Chaka Chaka CHooo CHooooooooooo

One of the station in Chennai

At station
on platform
we board

Coach allotted

We watch
S 1 s2 s3 .......... 
we have to walk
all the way down 
S13 it was
At last we reached
Take a breath
with all the luggage
We made it 

On time to start......

my son shouts 
on exited tone
He loves those trains 
For he know
its only holiday that he goes
Speeding its way 
those choo choo noise 
Chaka Chaka it goes
on its tracks
 all the way to the destined source

No Where to go...........

Feb 14 every year
Pass by like a fear
No one to hold 
This bold Little Gold

No care
To pair
To share
Life of tears

Hope one day
Love will find its way
It did 
But spoiled it with my  past pays 

for dVerse Poets ~ OpenLinkNight 

Lovely time.........

   Drive along the coastal road

Sitting by your side

Lonely flight

On a full moon night

  You were very kind 

Even when I lied

Made our life better place

Saved every wage pace

Even in your worse times

You never showed any face

you took care like a Nurse 

In maternity Church with an empty Purse

Back were those days

That never comeback

for dVerse – Meeting the Bar

Heart with beautiful Dandelion

 Heart full of sun.

Glowing like the fresh Dandelion

Happiness of fullness

Goal Achieved 

from a long awaited mission..........

 
 I can write stories for sadness, bet when i am happy I am short of words..........
Yes at last my son is admitted in a school........... small school bet its fine...........
 
Poets United 
Poetry Jam

Mother Earth

Chorus:

Crying out to herself

Cant bare it any more

Mother earth 

With no one to console

Baby earth
Young and rich
with adam and eve
Protecting it with its core

Chorus:

Crying out to herself

Cant bare it any more

Mother earth 

With no one to console

Now no one know
What she has to show
For every one had killed
all its core.

Cry out loud
In the middle of court
She stands to see
Here lovely breads
Killing each other in spree

Chorus:

Crying out to herself

Cant bare it any more

Mother earth 

With no one to console

 This is my first time I am writing a Song type of poem it  may have a lot of flows ....... But i thought i would try... More then Apprication kindly comment me the draw back in the above........ Love to hear from you all.............

Cunning Lady......

Scars show out but what they wear Never shows any state
People walk by making innocent face behind back
They show a different act, She was kind when I see her with my naked mind
But while no one around cunning fish comes out
Bitching behind back she walk like a serpent with venom on it pack, When you find her she gives a whack
Where you fall like a snack no escape after that.....
Like the scar she has a cruel heart which stays with her
All her life span killing us all................

Beautiful Madras

I would like to call my place Madras as it was called before..... Chennai is a new name and it is something which was renamed presently. So lets talk about it

Lovely city 
With small calm surrounding
We had a huge house
In the center of  place
Nice garden
With all flower blossoms
We had to leave it
for it was too big
Four of us in a place like that
Was the best day in my life
Now we still have the place
Its become an apartment 
Calm place
Now had become a busy street
We used to run from left to right
Up and down
Without  a fear of vehicals
Now we have to watch our step
to go across the road.

For Poetry Jam............

Round In circle

Sitting round 

In a circle 

They all open

The new game box.

Red Yellow white blue

Popped up

Only four cards

With as many to pick and choose 

the right Cards

its your brain 

Which has to think fast

to bet the others 

From betting you out.

is it red red blue

Blue Red red

or should i go other way round

Move blue or red

Cant find the solution fast

There he goes

Takes it first

Green Blue blue it was...

O brain why cant you order 

To take it fast

See what you done

He is so quick

and always thinks a lot

I am slow for i take time to pick my slot

             This is a Game I have and all of us me , Hubby , Son and Inlaws like to play... Its a wonderful fast game. Unfortunately I am not getting to buy this for my friends and family cause Dr.woods games are not available right now. I dont know the reason behind.. If u can get it for ur kids its a fun game to play and activate your Brain the best part it u just have to spare about 15-30 min to play it , that gives a lots of energy and refreshing your mind. Just want to give the glimpse for today Dverse pub time for Brian. Thanks for such lovely topic.

Cloudy Days

Dark Clouds

Heavy shower

God has not let us speak

in the poring weather

Cant hear

Nor near

We cry inside

In the gummy night

Awaiting Sunshine

Pleading God

With my heart

Make us come out of all

This is for Poetry Jam.... Clouds

I am having a cloudy time, We are trying get our son into  Grade 1 but schools are thinking for giving admission as my son is Handicapped he cant walk, He the most smartest child i have seen in his peer group but schools are rejecting him because of his disability. Wish the socity gets more matured and just accept things. We have been trying and its too bad now I have decided to fight for him education is basic rights so they cant say no to my son just because he is disable. Just keep fingers crossed.