Sunday, March 30, 2008

'Saturn'ic verses

He rotated around
All ignorant
Looked always
In the same direction

Round and round
he went profound.
The big ball of fire
Was all he could keep in count

Not counting the days
nor the months in which he spun
Smiling all round through
Turn and turn but he still wasn't done.

Far far away
many bodies apart
It does look rainbow coloured
Is it the Earth?
or is my insides torn apart?

Yes, the Earth it was
and there many a scribes spent
Days and years..
long , long ago.

They said it was the position:
and some said it wasn't.
But down it went,
Into the palmyra strips

The manuscripts were written
The verdict was given
Seven and half years of evil
and some more or be ill

Thats all she had heard
All through ,kept pondering
Why should the planets
be the reason for her shortcomings?

Monday, March 24, 2008

Who's at my window!?

It was a divine morning
Her tea was boiling
She took one mug out
And let her thoughts out!

Her eyes focussed on
all that was green
The skies so pretty
She felt it was a dream

The whistle brought her out,
out of her reverie
Only to hear the knock
tap, tap, tap

She smiled knowingly,
Let him wait-
I've just felt my way around
So need to focus straight.

She heard the tap again
Persistent yet stubborn,
She glanced askance
and turned back to her task

Mug in hand
song in her heart
walked away:
a different zone

Tap, tap, tap
she hears it again
This time from the glass pane
near her ears

Oh! oh!! he's not letting go
persistent is his knock
He needs to be given
A piece of his morning bread

Her hands stretches out
The morsel in hand
He pecks at her with a glance that says
you made me wait!

Why? Didn't you hear at all?
In response to the prompt at writer's island