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Tag Archives: Magpie Tales

In fragile circles

14 Tuesday Feb 2012

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

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Awaiting a lover's return, D'VersePoets Pub, Forgotten, Glint in the eye, Helpless, Hopeful, Hopeful eyes, In search of, Jilted, Lover, Magpie Tales, Open Link Night, Restless, Return, Waiting

Image credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

She lay on the bed
Her arms extended
ever so listlessly
Her lips quivering
with a waxed passion
Her tresses arranged
in careless swirls…

Her skin radiating
a lingering warmth
of some passing summer
Her singular tear
with the ripping force
of a bursting volcano…

Her eyes searching
through the myriad pores
on the plastered ceiling
For one glimpse of return…
For one moment of benign sparkle…
For just one sign
Of he who had kept
– Of he who had left –
her lying on the bed
with her arms extended
ever so listlessly…


**Posted for Week 104 of Magpie Tales and for Week 31 of Open Link Night @ d’versepoets – the two poetic haunts you will never get tired of! **

*** Oh, and by the way, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!! 🙂 ❤ ❤ ***

Dormant, not dead

05 Sunday Feb 2012

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 20 Comments

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Coming back to Life, End of wordlessness, End of writer's block, Finding words, Freedom, Liberty, Magpie Tales, Never too far, No more feeling blank, Not dead, Release, Rising thoughts, Sleeping words, Willow Manor, Words, Words coming back

Image credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

Like haunting shadows
dancing in dark alleys
They spoke to me
in hoarse whispers
They told me
never to let go of them

Like famished souls
severed from grungy bodies
They clutched
at my flaming little heart
Their sole desire
was to seep deep into it

There was no escape
from their thorny vines
– no denying
their omnipresence – 

And while I melted into
their burning passion
– While I gave in to
their relentless cries –
They transformed
into a beautiful verse
– an epitaph –
on the headstone
of my wordless reflection


**Posted for a smashing Week 103 of Magpie Tales – Where images demand answers, and we poets and writers attempt… **

In a grey bubble

17 Tuesday Jan 2012

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 32 Comments

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A wish, d'Verse Poets Pub, Dilemma, Eclipsed, Fading, Hopeful, Lying in wait, Magpie Tales, Open Link Night, Oscillate, Pendulum, Reassembled dreams, Rekindled hope, Return of lost love, Sighs of hope, True love, Undying love, Waiting

Image credits: Tess@Magpie Tales (with some editing by me)

I heard your voice
fade into a lingering shadow
of a hoarse whisper

I felt your presence
melt into a stagnant puddle
of diluted memories

I watched you
slip into the recesses
of a pale obscurity

Wells have run dry
Trails have gone cold
Your teacup lay untouched
Your chair by the window rocked…
– empty –

And yet today,
when every sign of you
is ready to evaporate,
There awakens a sleeping candle
in a guarded corner of my heart
And I see your name
dancing in the flame
Teasing me
Nudging me
Telling me you aren’t
too far from my staccato thoughts
Telling me you are
wherever I choose you to be

I’m vacillating hopelessly between
an eclipse of the forgotten
and a penumbra of potent tomorrows…


*** Posted for Week HUNDRED of Magpie Tales at the Willow Manor, and for this week’s Open Link Night at d’Verse Poets Pub! These are 2 of my favorite haunts, and they ought to be yours too!! ***

** Oh, and heartiest CONGRATULATIONS to Tess on a CLASSIC CENTURY of Magpies!!! YOU ROCK!!!! Wooohoooo…**

Stranger in the house

02 Monday Jan 2012

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 82 Comments

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2 sides of the same coin, Conversation with self, Echo, Getting to know me, Introspection, Magpie Tales, Mirror image, My own best friend, Own reflection, Own shadow, Self, Self discovery, Self portrait, Shaking hands with myself, Tess Kincaid

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

I have seen you
precariously follow me
on treacherous dark nights,
tugging at my skirt
on chirpy sun-soaked days

I have heard you
bouncing right off
the tree-lined scape of a valley,
call out my name
from the belly of an alarm clock

I have noticed you
curiously peer at me
from the other side of a mirror,
poke faces at me
from ‘neath ripples in my fluvial teacup

I have felt your presence
nudge me lightly
in my deepest hours of slumber,
cuddle me tightly
under the coldest sheets of winter

You seem to stay by my side
through thick and thin
I know you do…
I seem to think of you
as my closest ever friend
I know I do…
And yet you remain
~ the forever stranger in my house… ~


**I wrote this poem as an ode to “Reflection”… After writing it, when I went on to visit Tess’s Magpie for this week, I saw this image for this week and thought to myself, “what better picture could go with my poem than THIS one!!” So, here’s my offering for Magpie Tales (week 98)!  And oh, this also happens to me my first poem for 2012! Yaaaayyyy!!! 😀 A very happy 2012 to alllllll of you!!**

***Am also posting this poem for week 25 of  OpenLinkNight at d’VersePoets Pub – the place where poets meet and have a gala time! Have a look yourself, and avail of all the poetic wonder here! 🙂 ***

Silent desperation

12 Monday Dec 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 37 Comments

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Broken, Desperate, emptiness, Helpless, Magpie Tales, Promise, Shackled, Silence, Storm, Undying love, Unending wait, Waiting, Willow Manor

Image credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

A stormy eve it was
when they had to part
She leaving him
by the deserted shore
He leaving her
by the raging waves
She making her headway
into the open arms
of a welcoming world
He heading back
to his clumsy shackles
which he called home
She promising to return
to his modest love
He vowing to receive her
with undying warmth

A stormy eve it is today
with a thousand waves lapping
against every moment that passed
between then and now
And once again he stands
by the deserted shore
still waiting
still modest
still shackled
still loving her
-Only, she is yet to keep her promise-


**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 95. It’s been over two months since I’ve published anything on my blog, but today, the image at the Willow Manor totally inspired me!! Yaaaaaaaayy!! Thanks, Tess!! And yes… I’m sooooo glad to be back! **

Mushroom cloud of disgust

14 Thursday Jul 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 35 Comments

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A plea for help, Affected, Bombay blasts, Caught unawares, Deep wounds, Emerging from hatred into peace, Genocide, Hate replaced by Love, Hatred, Hope, Innocent lives lost, Killings, Love, Magpie Tales, Mass murder, Trying to heal, Unheard voices, Victims

Image credits:Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

Together they watch
while their sweat is charred
but not by toil,
while theirs hearts are crushed
but not by an angry lover,
while their clothes are smeared
but not by the spilt pigments

Together they’re drowning
in a man-made reservoir of hate,
Secretly praying for a raft
that’ll carry them to safety
as they throw their fears overboard,
While constantly listening
to their own silent cries
– their subdued sighs –
fall on deaf ears
with thorny walls of greed

Yet together some day,
their silent cries will reincarnate
as a thundering bellow
and resurface
on calmer waters
of mango smelling summers
and warm rains
of unadulterated love


**Posted for Magpie Tales (week 73) – where a picture definitely worth more than a thousand words…**

*** Posted as a humble tribute to all those affected in any way by the recent terrible blasts in Mumbai (Bombay)… A life taken with force is not just another statistic or a means to prove anything… it still is a life taken with force, a life ended brutally, a life that didn’t deserve what it got! 😥 ***

Forbidden landscapes

07 Thursday Jul 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 38 Comments

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(un)liberated, A girl's dream, Art, Behind bars, Dreaming of freedom, Imprisoned, Longing, Magpie Tales, Painted dreams, The grass is greener on the other side, Vincent Van Gogh, Yearning

The original painting is a Vincent Van Gogh creation, and it's titled "Wheat field with rising sun". The credits for this digitized image here go to Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

She watched
as honeyed rays
dripped with warmth,
spilling their zest
all over town,
painting it gold

She smiled
as downy soft spores
absently brushed against
another pollen shoulder (or two)
while on their hurried paths
to a yearning flower

She sighed
like the gentle breeze
that in its achromaticity,
seemed to carry
a colorful tune
to every ear that cared to pause

She thought
with a hint of wistfulness
how all seemed
so beautiful there
– from this side of a rigid fence –


**Posted for Magpie Tales (week 72) – get inspired, and see how the others were inspired by this prompt **

Spiraling psyche

16 Thursday Jun 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 36 Comments

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Attention, From sadness to strength, From turmoil to tranquil, Gradual change, Magpie Tales, Mind working hard, Peace, Psychology, State of mind, Thoughts, Will power, Workings of the mind

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

When it began
She felt her fingers
just one twitch away
from a gripping harness
of her unabated restlessness

She saw herself
just one turn away
from a fast gyrating life
split with a double-edged knife

She felt her pulse
just one thump away
from being cast with treachery
into that bottomless lake of misery

And yet
She hoped to be
just one thought away
from the safe reviving arms
mustering force to drown her qualms

She fixed her gaze
just one focus away
from matters of the past
that had dark shadows cast

Until finally
She knew she was
just one conch away
from the soothing aria
of a deep sea-green panacea


**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 69! Here, check out what the other amazing writers had to say when prompted with the above image… **

Picture-perfect pair..

10 Friday Jun 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 48 Comments

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Art pieces, Attraction, Chess pieces, Friday Flash 55, If looks could kill, If statues could speak, Inanimate, Magpie Tales, Man and Woman, Museum artifacts, Mute, Objects worth admiration, Sculptures, Statues

Image credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

He, of a tanned face
She, with olive grace
Together, making pulses race

He, with his vitreous glare
She, with brazen flair
Together, had a bold affair

He, of knightly renown
She, in her flowing gown
Together, were talk of the town

He, waxed into time
She, unable to mime
Together, displayed for a dime


**Posted for G-Man’s FANTASTIC Friday Flash 55 AND for the awesome Magpie Tales (week 68) !! Take a peek at both of these super cool sites, and have a truck load of fun!! Cheerioz… :D**

***Don’t ask me how this WOW image Tess picked inspired me to write this poem! All I know is, the moment I saw the image, I was totally tempted to write something EXACTLY like this… hehhe ***

Modern sculpture

26 Thursday May 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 72 Comments

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Art, Artificial, Bare expressions, Concealed emotions, Hidden meanings, Left to be interpreted, Magpie Tales, Make-believe, Metaphor, Modeled, Painting, Perfection, Sculpture, The dead life of individuals, Unnatural

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

Chiseled away
from the inside out
Until all that remained
Were vacuous statues
with puttied smiles,
voluptuous beauty
carved pride,
plastered perfection
and measured intention

… while what lay
on the ground below
Was a muddied pile
of discarded emotions,
charred heartbeats,
shattered desires,
powdered sensitivity
and smithereens of humility


**Despite the “sculpted” nature of this poem, I somehow felt that it fitted in with Tess’s Magpie prompt this week… I mean this was too much of a coincidence for me! So here I am, posting this poem for Magpie Tales (Week 67)… I urge you all to check it out and see what the other writers/poets responded to this prompt! You will be amazed! **

What the child saw…

19 Thursday May 2011

Posted by Kavita in Fiction and Drama

≈ 40 Comments

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A act of kindness, A kid's mind, Abuse, an act of love, Drama, Family, Fiction, Home, Love, Magpie Tales, Mentally challenged, Mother, mother-child bond, Nurture, Protection, Saving, The fly

Little Teddie – Edward Parker – was the nicest kid a mother could have. But little Teddie’s mind had refused to grow beyond that of a seven year old. Hence the ‘little’ in his name had stayed even when he was twenty-seven, 6’1″ and 180 pounds. His mommy, Linnette Parker, had the patience of a saint. So despite a mentally challenged boy and a drunk wife-beating husband, she had managed to keep her nerve and her job intact.

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

Every morning, on her way to work, Linnette would drop Little Teddie off at her sister Clara’s, where he would play with his Aunt Clara’s seven and nine year old grandchildren. She would later pick him up from Clara’s on her way home. And during all of this, Seth – Teddie’s dad – would hang out with his no-good cronies boozing, jumping jobs or gambling. He loved Teddie, oh he loved him a lot. But when under the influence, all he knew was how to beat up his Lin, slamming all kinds of harsh accusations at her whenever he felt like. This behavior of Seth’s had begun after he was laid off from work four years ago. Seth had been unable to cope with this, and had taken to booze, and subsequently, abuse. And over the years, Lin had learnt not to retaliate. After all, Seth was too strong for her. She would take some of the beating and later manage to calm Seth down with either more liquor, food, some gentle coaxing or sometimes, even an unpleasant quickie. But whatever it was, she made sure that her Little Teddy never witnessed any of the beating… EVER! This she managed by making him watch television in the living room with the door shut, and placing before him a bucket of caramel popcorn and a quart of his favorite cookies-n-cream. Occasionally, after a beating, Teddie would ask her what caused the boo-boo on her face, and she would give him a tired but fake-sheepish grin and say, “The door just rammed into my face.. how stupid of me!” or “Can you imagine I accidentally hit myself with the rolling-pin today?!” or some such thing. And of course, little Teddie would take every word that came out of his mommy’s mouth at face value. He always did, like when she would read those wonderful books to him and tell him how Santa Claus was for real, and what a hero Spiderman was and that this world was full of wonderful people. She would even teach him how to read those great books. And sometimes, when an odd fruitfly would bother her while she was reading to him, she would absently swing the book at it, make sure it went away, and then smile her sweetest smile at him. Oh how he loved his mommy. And his daddy too. He had never even dreamt that his daddy would hurt mommy.

The evening of June 12th was no different…well, most of it. After being at the receiving end of a long monologue from Clara about Seth and his horrid ways and the possibility of a divorce, Lin returned home with little Teddie just after seven. Seth was already home, and the scattered cushions and toppled chairs suggested that he was drunk – again – and was in some fit too. Digesting the situation, Lin involuntarily switched on the television, raised its volume, pulled the living room door behind her and hurried into the kitchen, where Seth was seething in rage. She asked him what’s wrong. He said nothing, and just glared at her. She was debating with herself whether or not to move towards him, when all of a sudden he rose and flung a punch at her. She barely managed to deflect the blow, but Seth caught her by her ponytail and began to strangle her with his bare hands – his strong hairy hands.

But at that very moment, something else had happened too. In the living room, Little Teddy, after having waited infinitely for his mommy to bring him his caramel popcorn and ice cream, had stepped into the kitchen to get some himself. And there, what he saw made him stand rooted to the ground! All he could see was a fly – a VERY LARGE HAIRY fly – causing a lot of pain to his mommy… his sweet mommy. And then he remembered what mommy used to do to get the fly to go away. So he went into the study, got the fattest book he could find and started swatting this big hairy fly. He swatted and swatted till the fly started to bleed, and finally fell to the floor… motionless. It would trouble his mommy no more…

Little Teddy seemed very pleased at himself for having saved his mommy from this hairy fly. And all Lin could do was snatch the book from Teddy’s hands, heave a sigh of relief, hug him tight, and close her eyes and see herself in the witness stand telling the jury, “It was all in self-defense”. She knew they would understand. She knew this world was full of wonderful people… She knew she had her Little Teddie by her side…


**Written for Magpie Tales (Week 66). Check out how the others were inspired by this beautiful picture prompt… and ENJOY!!! **

***Umm.. This is my first attempt at short fiction – prose… Kindly tolerate me if I have stretched it a little beyond “short” :)… I am pretty darned sure there’ll be tons of errors here, as I don’t quite have the same patience like Linnette does 😉 So please excuse me for that as well… And need I even mention, your comments and feedback are most welcome and will be greatly appreciated!! ***

Nineteen days of…

27 Wednesday Apr 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 83 Comments

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Colorful, Crowd, Enjoyment, Family and friends, Food, Freedom, Frolic, Fun times, Hot and Humid, India trip, Lovely, Magpie Tales, Noise, People, Perfect Poets Award - week 41, Photographs, Pictures, Pollution, Random, Shopping, Sweaty, Thursday Poets Rally Week 42, Tiresome, Travel, Vacation

Image credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

… highways pot-holed and dusty
… memories, some faintly rusty

… clutch, gear, honk and brake
… Pandus ever ready to take

… fresh whiffs of a salty breeze
… dense smog lending many a sneeze

… batter fried fish and rice
… lilting scents and tastes of spice

… shops filled with wares I love
… trinkets sent from Gods above

… Chikoo shakes, masala teas
… Pav bhaji loaded with cheese

… coconut palms spread like fires
… stone temples and carved spires

… family, friends, food and fun
… giggles, gifts and hugs-a-ton

… Chromatic tones of a peopled maze
… Eden drenched in sweltered daze

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(all pictures here – except Tess’s Magpie prompt and Jingle’s Perfect Poet Award – were clicked by meee… :))


**The above poem and pictures are an attempt to describe my recent and awesome visit to India… And coincidentally, this week’s colorful Magpie prompt was a perfect stimulant for me to make you “see and feel” this trip the way I did… I hope you enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed my visit! 🙂 **

*** Quite obviously, I am also submitting this poem as a response to this week’s Magpie Tales…Thank you, Tess, for this super lovely prompt!! 🙂 And folks, if you haven’t already checked out Magpie Tales, you should… RIGHT NOW!! :)***

****Also submitting this for Thursday Poets Rally – Week 42 ****


And here, I would also like to thank Jingle and all poets at the Poets’ Rally for giving me for this lovely award… and with pleasure, I nominate Blaga for next week’s Perfect Poet…

blushing in warm glee
like flowers swaying in Spring
clear bursts of fresh joy

Unwavering valiance

24 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 50 Comments

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Brave, Bravery, Death, Faithful, Fighter, Forgotten, Knight, Knighthood, Left to die, Loyal, Magpie Tales, Possessions, Thankless, Tragic, Trophies, Unrecognized, Unsung hero, Valiance

Image credits: Willow Manor@MagpieTales

A paragon of hope,
A knight of the first order
He eyed his prized trophies
hanging limp from crusty walls

The assortment of knives
that swore by so many lives
The swords and the shield
that told him never to yield

He dreamt of past victories
Of lands he conquered
Of the people he ruled
Of the force he radiated

But he now silently smiled
Wistful, yet so wild
As he lay on a creaking bed
Alone, forgotten and unfed

With a hazed look in his eye
Proud
Ashamed
Baffled
He breathed his last…


**Posted for Magpie Tales (week 58)… Check it out and see what the other amazing poets/writers here had to say about this prompt.. **

Tendrils too frail

17 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 72 Comments

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Betrayal, Cheated, Clover, Delusion, Face, False hope, Fiction, Flower, Hoping, Illusion, Imagination, Jilted, Lost love, Lover, Magpie Tales, Memories, Mirage, Trust, Unconditional love, Undying love, Wait, Waiting

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

Despite all the promises made
Of never leaving the other
To him a farewell she bade
For her, he was just another

With his desire torn and ground
And a heart like crusted earth
He chose to listen to the sound
Of his whims for what it’s worth

Beside a blooming clover’s toe
Now patiently he waits
Eyes full of jilted lover’s woe
And fenced in memories’ gates

With purplish oceans of belief
A flower he softly holds
Hoping to heave sighs of relief
As love in time unfolds

But as the tides of seasons ebb
And strength begins to fray
In his mind, grows a thin cobweb
Of dreams and faces gray


**Posted for the wonderful Magpie Tales (week 57), hosted by Willow Manor.. Check it out for other lovely takes on this prompt.. **

Crazy li’l bulb

10 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 68 Comments

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Anti-Vampiric, Aroma, Cloves, Cloves of garlic, Condiment, Flavor, Funny?, Garlic, Good for the heart, Healthy, Herb, Layered, Magpie Tales, Many uses, Multi-talented, Odor, Quirky, Taste, Useful

Image: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

You may be good for
my bloated aching heart
But you tend to leave behind
a breath that’ll make my senses part

You know to add a tinge
of lilting flavor to my life
But it is quite a daunting task
to skin you alive with my blunt knife

You’re okay being sliced,
shredded or diced with my ire
And despite it all, you hang around
defending me from the most horrid vampire

You may have your quirks
Oh layered faceted condiment
And yet it is for who you really are
that I owe you an affectionate sentiment


**Posted for Magpie Tales (week 56)..  Check it out for more tales on this delicious prompt… :)**

Blasphem-ade

03 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 62 Comments

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Avenging, Black humor, Blasphemy, Boredom, Chill, Disappointment, Drama, Endurance, Fiction, Fighting back, Finally, Grande Finale, Horror, Lashing back, Lemon, Life of horror, Magpie Tales, Murder, Murderous act, Nightmarish, Revenge, Satire, Thrill, Torture

Image credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie TalesShe’d wished for a guy,
the best under the sun
But what she got instead
was a diseased rotting lemon

She had yearned to live
with him in a seaside crib
But she soon found herself
within hollow walls of a fib

She’d once dreamt a dream
of being tended to with care
Instead, she saw herself
Living a dark nightmare

She had envisioned
For herself a life of peace
Somehow she ended up
Disjointed, in more than a piece

She’d truly hoped for
Her own heaven on this land
And yet here now she sits
with Hells’s bloodied fork in hand


**This piece of PURE FICTION has been written and submitted for Tess’s amazing picture prompt at Magpie Tales (week 55)… Go check it out, link in, AND ENJOY!!! **

Her quilted quandary

24 Thursday Feb 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 56 Comments

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Abomination, Collecting the pieces, Destruction of the planet, Earth, Fairy Tales, Life, Magpie Tales, Making up, Manhandling, Misery, Mistakes, Misuse, Neglect, Patching up, Plastic menace, Shattered, Uncared for, Wasteland

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

She stood witness
To her own demise
Her dead dazzle
Like pirate‘s loot
She watched the world
With stifled cries
What was once Earth
Now shrunk to soot

Clogged within
And dismembered
Her fragments strewn
Now fills your urn
All greens and blooms
Stay outnumbered
By ashes grey
Left from a burn

Ripped and torn
Then made to fit
To you maybe
It’s just a game
But hearts and souls
Rent bit by bit
When patched together
Are not the same…


**Submitted for Magpie Tales (Week 54)… Please do visit it and be amazed by the amazing takes on this inspiring picture… When I saw the image, I could only think of Mother Earth getting slowing getting poisoned with all the plastic waste and war-damage… :(**

Preciously preserved…

17 Thursday Feb 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 58 Comments

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Crystal, Indispensible, Joys, Magpie Tales, Moods, Preservative, Preserved, Saline, Salt, Salt shaker, Sorrows, Stored for a reason, Taste, Tears

Image by Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

A
tear
a wee drop
one too many
shed for some joy
or even some sorrow
sheepishly evaporating
only to now leave behind
a few coarse grains of salt
inside a shiny crystal jar
waiting to be emptied
into a vast ocean
of time


**Inspired by and written for this lovely image at Magpie Tales (Week 53).. Check it out for more amazing takes on this prompt, and if you are inspired by it, link one yourself!! Enjoy… **

Hidden Scapes

10 Thursday Feb 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 68 Comments

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A killing, Behind closed doors, Chill-factor, Dark, Dark in white, Dead or alive, Fear, Fiction, Foreboding, Grey, In broad daylight!, Magpie Tales, Mystery, Sharp, Story, Suspense, Winter

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

What the trees so strong
Could not feel
Was a touch so wrong
That made her keel

What the breeze that blew
Could not know
Was a chill that grew
Behind that door

What the birds that chirped
Could not hear
Was a soul usurped
By bouts of fear

What the sunlit yard
Could not smell
Was a heart too charred
To lose or sell

What the tongues of cold
Could not taste
Was the bitter mold
On hatred’s waste

What the whites outside
Could not see
Was the red inside
Spilt by her tea


**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 52… Check it out for more magic made with this prompt… **

Naked reality

03 Thursday Feb 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 28 Comments

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Abuse, Change, Dark, Effect, Endurance, Hardened, Incidents, Lifeless, Living dead, Magpie Tales, Situation, Sudden, Trauma

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

Ms. Purity was her name
In honeyed milk she bathed
And in gold, was swathed
Much far reached her fame
Joyful was this youth…

Then came a horrid storm
And snatched her near and dear
Thus left with a mind unclear
She strayed from every norm
Then nothing was the same…

What was once soft and clean
Soon was wrought and shaped
Only to be tossed and raped
By hands too rough and mean
Amorphous was her form…

Shattered from this fall
Mildewed in nasty truth
She now stood sans all ruth
A hardened brick in the wall
At living death, she gaped…


**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 51… Please check it our for other amazing takes on this image prompt! **

The inevitable detour

27 Thursday Jan 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 48 Comments

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Calm horizon, Chaos, End of the tunnel, Greener on the other side, Hope, Magpie Tales, Peace, Peace following a storm, Snow storm, Tumult

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

Scattered
Are the leaves
Like random stray thoughts
From mind’s sheaves
Battered

Howling
Are the gusts
Piercing serene lands
Like wild locusts
Scowling

Thunderous
Are these beads
Pounding against windows
Their vile needs
Murderous

Blazing
Is the fiery snow
Turning emotions to ice
With its ashen glow
Grazing

And yet…

Unlittered
Are the horizons
Beyond prevailing chaos,
With bright suns
Unfettered


**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 50… For more amazing takes on the picture prompt, you’ve got to check this out!**

Euphonically yours…

13 Thursday Jan 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

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Companionship, Love, Lyrics, Magpie Tales, Melody, Music, Reflections, Sacred, Seeing love in music, Waiting

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

Every syllable
That escapes your lips
Is a note intangible
That rises and then dips
Making ripples in the air
In which it resounds
Gently ruffling my hair
And grazing fluid grounds
Before it ricochets
Off the highest wall
And staggers and sways
But prevents its fall
Only to find a place
In my heart’s realms nigh
Where it’s kept with grace
On a pedestal so high
…that of love…

And while you’re not here
Like a lilting tune
These notes, they still adhere
Spelling out a rune
That you will soon return
This vow they make to me
So I wait for you and yearn
As these floating chords I see
Urging me to dance
They hold my hands and smile
And slowly I advance
Into a musical mile


**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 48… Please visit this site to read and enjoy the fantastic takes on the above visual prompt**

Modeled to dead perfection

06 Thursday Jan 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

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Tags

Art, Artist, Inanimate, Life, Lifelessness, Magpie Tales, Metaphorical, Molded, Pose, Relationship, Sadness, Sculpture

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

Fused in stone
Sometimes ceramic
Cold to the bone
And a touch metallic
Suppressing a groan
In manners emphatic
Our sins we condone
In an air too static

Frozen in embrace
Under a thorny tomb
Like a tepid womb
For muted disgrace

Like in a locked fortress
That is set on fire
We essay to digress
From a surging desire
While in this process
As events transpire
We’re thrown in a recess
Of life’s quagmire

Yet, silently we hope
To some day break free
To emerge and see
And no longer grope


** Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 47… Do check it out for the other amazing takes on this picture prompt… **

Unearthed!

01 Saturday Jan 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 30 Comments

Tags

Friday Flash 55, Future, Magpie Tales, New Year, Old year, Past, Present, Wiped clean, Year, Yet again

Image Credits - Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

Frenzied, I dug
Till I felt smug
Hearing a clank
My anxiety sank

‘Neath muddy fear
Sat a new year
Waiting to be found
Unwrapped, unwound

He smiled at me
With eyes heavenly
I forgot my woes
And turned rose

Immersed in love
I took off my glove
Extended an arm
And felt his palm

 


**Posted for G-Man’s Friday Flash 55, and for Magpie Tales – Week 46… Do check these out for some amazing stories/poems…**

A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR to all!!!! 🙂

From within a cradle…

16 Thursday Dec 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 78 Comments

Tags

Affection, Child, Gentle, Kindness, Love, Magpie Tales, Mother, Purity

Image Credits: Magpie Tales

Sing me a lullaby
With your sweet voice
And drown down all echoes
Of even the most thundery noise

Weave me a blanket
Of your soothing arms
And hold me close to you
Far from world’s grave harms

Breathe me a kiss
Of your tender care
And save me from dying
From an attack of despair

Recite me a story
From your soul’s page
And lightly open my mind
To the wonders of a new age

Build me a home
With your affection
And watch my eyes shine
While I look in your direction


*~*Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 45… For other lovely takes on the above picture prompt, please do click on this link here…*~*

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