Slick

Decaying remnants
of memories,
liquefying
under the stress
of your words.

Heavy oil of sorrow,
gushing dangerously
under your expert drill.

I flounder
in the slick,
sinking.

To A Marked Tree

Alone, aloof, you stand erect,
Waiting for your destiny.
You know you face a bleak prospect.
Alone, aloof, you stand erect.
They strike with such disrespect,
The axes of disharmony.
Alone, aloof, you stand erect
Waiting for your destiny.

Trying out the Triolet Verse Form

My Favourite Things!

To be sung to the tune of 'Favourite Things' song from Sound of Music!

Warmth of my daughter, when she is sleeping
Shy little rosebuds, when they're peeping
A friendly breeze greeting me when I step out
All these things gladden me, without a doubt

Laughter of children, when they are playing
Books filled with dragons that heroes are slaying
Movies that move me, and make me sigh
Splashing in puddles, and then getting dry

Mommy's good cooking, and her smiling greeting
Listening to my beloved's heart beating
As I lie quiet and warm in his arms,
These are the sweetest of life's many charms.

When a harsh word,
is spoken or heard
When I'm filled with remorse
I think of the small things
that bring happiness
And life straightens out its course.

Bangalore

An innocent child
fresh as morning dew,
waking up
languorous and rosy-cheeked,
erupts into an
angry, angst-ridden adolescence,
growing
in spurts
overnight,
acne ridden visage
ignored
for a
profligate, pleasurable pubescence