Rhymes

I love rhymes. Rhymes make poetry so much more interesting.  It does not matter if it is forced or contrived. I am just not comfortable if it does not rhyme.  I have tried a variety of rhyme schemes on a variety of topics here . I have bent some rules in the name of poetic freedom though. Read on then!

Alternate Rhyme

Nature

The sound of water flowing

The touch of a mammal’s fur

The sight of the sun rising

Oh! You just got to love nature

Couplets

Music

Silver vessels falling on the floor

Ticking clock or a smashing door

You even enjoy the sound of a squeaky chair

When you realize music is everywhere

Enclosed Rhyme

Explosion

I usually go in thinking- ‘damn! I should retire’

But, inside the building was my sweet old Jane

And, I wanted to see her again

So I cut the red wire

Limerick

Ghosts

There was once a boy named Ted

Who was afraid to look under his bed

One day he looked

He was so spooked

To the futon shop he fled

Monorhyme

Smile

When we see it on a baby’s face

Our life seems brighter than the sun’s rays

So don’t worry about anything anyone says

Because days with smiles become better days

Simple 4-line

Love

On days when I feel so down

That the life in me starts to dwindle

All I need is to hear your voice

The flame in me starts to kindle

Cinquain

Rape

Eyes Closed

Her world enveloped in sadness

None she hurt; no threat she posed

But there she was, taken, used and disposed

Madness

Rhyme royal

War

Jack joined the infantry

Off to enlist he sped

The will fight for his country

Didn't last long; a bullet hit his head

Burying him in a sea of red

Rarely can people think very far

When governments decide to fight a war

Clerihew

Legend has it

Sir Ravindra  Jadeja

Once acted in a movie that hit the screens

He played the role of a ninja

And used a stunt double for the crying scenes

How do I?

How do I describe my love?
Every line has been used
Everytime I think of her
The heart feels perfused
More like a ticking bomb
One that cannot be diffused
Trapped in a problem from which
I dont want to be excused
At times and at the same time,
I feel amused, enthused and bemused
Is this how love feels like?
Maybe im just Confused
Am I really in love?
Well, that I cant deduce.

Second Chance

They say life gives you second chances. Well, sometimes it does.

It was a long day, and the last person I expected to see was her. I fumbled my keys out of my pocket and entered, and there she was, sitting on my couch and using my laptop. I remembered giving her a key some time back, but she had never popped in on me like this since the day we separated. And there she was, sitting on my couch, and browsing through my mail as if nothing had ever happened. I was making mental note to use a password for my laptop, as she asked “Who is Seetha?” pointing at my screen. I walked away towards the refrigerator saying, “work friend… Why? You thought I was seeing someone?”. I looked at her again as she smiled, she had not aged a day since we split. “No, you are still in love with me!” she said with her playful giggle. And suddenly, all the reasons why I had fallen in love with her came back to me. “Drink?” I asked her opening a bottle of rum. She did not respond, so I poured myself a glass. She did that sometimes, pretending not to hear me, although I could never understand why. “Why are you here?” I asked, pulling a chair opposite the couch. She gave me one of her sharp looks and started looking at the laptop screen again. “I was thinking about you. I have been thinking about you” she said. I downed my drink and stared at her, “Why did you leave me then?” I asked. She looked at my glass, straining her forehead and said, “It was inevitable. You were so busy being a cop that you barely had time for me”. I got the feeling that this was going to descend into another fight, just like the one we had the day before we split. “I would have done anything for you, but you still left me” I said. She leaned forward and said “Seriously! Anything?” as I nodded my head. “I would do anything” I repeated. “What about now? Will you do anything now? Will you leave your pointless life in this godforsaken place and come with me?” she asked, a tear falling from her eye. I got up and sat beside her, and said “Why wouldn’t I. You are the love of my life”, trying very hard to supress the multitude of emotions encompassing me. “You didn’t come to me all these days. I came to you. Why should today be any different?” she cried. I got up and turned towards her and said “because, this time I am serious. I have decided to go wherever you go. ” as I took my gun from my holster, pointed it to my head and pulled the trigger.


Sometimes life gives you second chances. Sometimes it does not...

A Bore

Writing to me, is unpredictable. A good writer knows what he wants write. A great writer just wants to write. Not long ago I thought myself to be a great writer. I always believed my writing to be a seamless synchronization of thoughts and words. So I read through my own blog again to confirm my beliefs. I have not written much here, but the more I read through, the more it felt like my writing was a trade off, rather than a synchronization. It didn't take me long to realize that I am boring.

However, things have changed. Starting today, I promise not to be boring anymore.

Wait for it...