Downcast eyes

eyes afraid to meet mine quivering lips you need not say more… I know the lie   Yet… I stop to think Why did my presence make you nervous? Why could you not bluff with comfidence?   Is it true that you care deep down somewhere? https://dversepoets.com/2019/10/21/quadrille-90-were-all-a-quiver/

Tell me how

Hey Hi, Fair Dame Can you sing for me? Yes Sir, Yes Mam From where do you come?   A choir for the office dancing to tunes A distracted family will need a Rap soon   Hey Hi, Fair Dame Can you pose for me? Yes Sir, Yes Mam From where do you come? I … Continue reading Tell me how

The Critic

greying temples sagging skin erect posture walking tall   disapproving glance at a teenager passing by -hands gesturing in rejection of roadside ware   curled up nose, frown on the brow -turning back to look for something he can criticise, once again…   a lifetime of achievement watered down on the bylanes of life searching … Continue reading The Critic

Transition

just when I’m all set for the transition here you come bringing old baggage lots of memories which don’t make sense any more -yet pull me down like a millstone around the neck. No..  you are not wanted, as I move to another world https://dversepoets.com/2019/10/07/quadrille-89-are-you-set/

Food persona

I often wonder about the extent to which personality reflects in the manner one eats, not just the manner in which one dresses, or keeps the house. Both austerity and indulgence can be easily noticed. color combination interesting tables and presentation -          love at first glance menu needs alteration I do not like quick repetition … Continue reading Food persona

The other side of the story

There it was …lying in the middle of the road. It looked bigger in size than earthworms, or a reptile smaller than a snake. It was probably injured/dead, driven over by a car. But it generated panic. The picture was being circulated in women’s Whatsapp groups, asking kids to be kept indoors. The organism had … Continue reading The other side of the story

Evolution

nonsense masquerades as humour on celebrated  platforms sensibility mourns  untimely demise of word-gems framed in exquisite jewels peddled as poetry abstract beauty gives way to crass in-your-face monstrosities pick up a book on the way home it may be the antique you sell to host a comedy show https://dversepoets.com/2019/09/26/meet-the-bar-metaphorically-speaking/

Too soon?

I chose four of the quotes - “The world will offer itself to you to be unmasked.” from The Zürau Aphorisms “I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.” from Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors “Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.” from The Trial “But what am I … Continue reading Too soon?

Waiting

I feel in my bones wheel of time slowing down and wonder where will it take me?   I want it to speed up take me to happiness Why am I condemned to abject misery or a vacuum?   I want it to go slow if I see disaster looming on the horizon   I … Continue reading Waiting