India Poems

Experimenting with different poem forms...

Clerihew
Dear ole Dr. Manmohan Singh
Has a real tough job pretending
that he's not a puppet whose strings are held
By fat cats, who will never, ever be belled

Limerick
There is a young lady from Hyderabad
Who's made tennis quite the latest fad
She plays with a fire
That takes her higher
The remarkable young Sania from Hyderabad

Haiku
Sense of deja vu
The flags, speeches, songs, marches-
yet pride rekindles

Sonnet
This love is very strange indeed
It fills the heart and overflows
I only know that I must cede
And embrace it, I suppose

Country is an amorphous form
An idea that is hyperlinked
Of lives and warmth, a cold transform
When on paper it is inked

And yet my love is so precise
for a vastness so diffuse
and so i must, myself, devise
a meaning - i must pick and choose

Blind lover trying to understand
What makes me love my motherland


Villanelle

A patchwork quilt sewn together
Held together by a common thread
Not birds of a single feather

Not just friends in fair weather
Holding hands to make and spread
A patchwork quilt sewn together

A patchwork quilt sewn together
Of variety, there's no dread
Not birds of a single feather

Sometimes, at the end of their tether
Seeking each other to shred
A patchwork quilt sewn together

Sprung from the same earth mother
Very different paths we tread
Not birds of a single feather

Forming an image like no other
Celebrating differences, instead
A patchwork quilt sewn together
Not birds of a single feather

Clean

Time has a way of doing the laundry
Takes my pretty printed skirt
Underneath the rainbow soap bubbles
It's bleeding away all the hurt

Time has a way of doing the laundry
Washes out all the perfume
Of our warm, jasmine nights together
It's wringing out all the bloom

See my life, hung out to dry
No imprints, no marks, no stains
Cleaned up by the tears I cry
Nothing remains, nothing remains

My new blue jeans are faded now
Comforting, like an old friend
Colors run, and colors fade
Why should I even pretend?

Time has a way of doing the laundry
Each wash strips me threadbare
Dissolving into nothingness
Escaping like a prayer

See my life, hung out to dry
No imprints, no marks, no stains
Cleaned up by the tears I cry
Nothing remains, nothing remains