That Stormy Night

Here’s another limerick from me. After a long time, of course.

The howling wolves, hooting owls, and the mummies that rise

Taking delight in the stormy night, with their bone-chilling cries

Made her wish she never left home

Finally, she decided going back on her own

But the shiny pair of eyes in the tree bark told her otherwise.

Wrong choice

NaPoWriMo day 11:

Here’s today’s contribution! Another limerick (surprise, surprise!) I wrote about a shallow girl who fell for a cheater.

Heels as high as mountains, and cheeks a light pink;

Skirt flowing down to her ankles, liquid as a drink;

Lips red and shining with heavy lip gloss,

Mascara filled lashes and eyes as green as moss;

That man loved her for her money, little did she know or think.

The kite that slaughtered its mates – NaPoWriMo ’15

Here! I got another limerick for you guys! I’m beginning to think I won’t be able to write anything but limericks when I think of writing a poem. Anyway, here’s my contribution to NaPoWriMo for today.

Red as blood and light as breeze, you majestically flew

High in the sky, defeating the very last of the only few

Swelling with hauteur

Now, there’s none more superior

But alas, neither is there a mate to listen to your tales of rue.

See ya guys later, then! 🙂

Typical Indian Summers – NaPoWriMo ’15

I have decided to participate in NaPoWriMo… better late than never, right? So here’s my contribution for today. I have a simple limerick to start it off with, although I did write a poem and post it on this blog for NaPoWriMo yesterday too..

Summer came, and brought melons and sweat along;

Birds that passed by sang melancholy songs,

For it is another day

To not have one’s way,

What with the stench so complacent and strong.

The advent of Summer

I came up with this poem, reminiscing of today afternoon — another limerick, actually.

Like the steam from a cup of incredibly hot coffee,

Arose the vapor from the ground beneath me;

Its ruthless suffocation spread around,

Even as rain drummed onto the ground,

As I cycled Kumbakonam’s streets in a senseless spree.

And don’t you think the ‘steam’ part cannot be true. Today, I saw it with my own eyes… steam rising from the ground… evaporation while condensation. I was totally soaked wet in the rain, yet I felt so suffocated! And that felt a little weird… and a lot stuffy. Really, I didn’t enjoy today’s rain because of the stuffiness. Gah.