Writing Project #6 - Insecurity

Insecurity

You
Are that unknown
Parameter on which
My equations rest

They
Help me compute
The gains and losses
Of this short life

Futile
I know the effort
Is, for no answer
They'll ever solve

Insecure,
So I am, fluttering
And without you here
I lose myself ...

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The topic for the sixth writing project was: Insecurity

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Other Poems from the Writing Project @ Parched For Rain:

Pencils || Earrings || Gap || Reluctance || Burn

Writing Project #5 - Burn

Burn

I sit rocking
This chair, set
In the dark corner
Of my room
Illuminated once
On my whim
On the flick
Of my wrist
That lights a match
 

It sheds a sharp
Light that I let
Hurt my eyes
Till it reaches
Down, down
To my fingers
I can't let them
Hurt, so I blow
And all is dark

Why I sit here
Igniting, again
Thinking of you
And the paths
That I took
To lead my self
Away from you
And all promises
Of me, to me

It's clear now
I know the end
Collecting all
Memories, kisses
Nothing, everything
All in me now
An effigy at your
Pedestal, flicked,
Lit and burnt

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The topic - Burn - of the fifth installment was inspired by the many lights that burn during Diwali. The topic did not see fruition till a long time though. What came out was in no way linked to the original inspiration.

Do read Nishita's post on the same topic.

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Other Poems from the Writing Project @ Parched For Rain:

Pencils || Earrings || Gap || Reluctance || Insecurity

Writing Project #4 - Reluctance

Reluctance

Oh lover that you are not
But will someday be
In sounds of my voice
You crave for me
Eyes of old innocence
They watch only me
As I step on closer
A measured plea
A step back you take
Bright flushed glee
Hold your hand, closer
You wished to flee
I kiss you, once, again
You let me be
Snuggle against my chest
And comfort me
I smile to myself, hope
In love, free
Reluctant to my touch
You’ll always be

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The fourth topic of the writing assignment with Nishita is Reluctance. Writing something that is playful, yet borders on erotic is a fun exercise. It brings out some sunny positivity about life in general.

Do check Nishita's haiku on the same topic.

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Other Poems from the Writing Project @ Parched For Rain:

Pencils || Earrings || Gap || Burn || Insecurity

Writing Project #3 - Gap

Gap

Bundled up in bed
I watch you from the door
Old innocence beckons
Across a slippery floor

Comes a sudden rush
An urge to hold
A raging bush-fire
To let love be bold

I stay at the door
Longer than I should
As thoughts run wild
Rivers of driftwood

What was it you said?
That day you left
Your dainty porcelain
Hurt, chipped, cleft

Feet rooted I wait
With a silent slap
Then return, better
Mind the gap

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The third writing assignment with Nishita was based on the topic: Gap. The topic is both vague and open-ended. It took a while to resolve this topic, until a sudden spark set this one up ...

Also check out Nishita's post on the same topic.

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Other Poems from the Writing Project @ Parched For Rain:

Pencils || Earrings || Reluctance || Burn || Insecurity

Writing Project #2 - Earrings

Earrings

Sitting across from you
A world far away
I gaze in to your eyes
Then let mine stray
Down a soft bridge to
Your lips that say
Sweet nothings, I kiss
On a dreamy day
Then up your sharp jaw
I am guided a way
Where I hold your face
And silently pray
But pesky, cute earrings
Bar my way

With the soft lobes
I begin to play
The studs I fool around
And pinch away
To rhythms set by your
Dangles yesterday
To loops that were inspired
By those that day
You wore when I lost
My heart’s way
But tonight I lust for
Your lobes to play
Without pesky earrings
To bar my way

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This is the second installment of the writing project with Nishita. The topic this time was: Earrings

Check out Nishita's post where she talks about a sense of nostalgia attached to a set of earrings.

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Other Poems from the Writing Project @ Parched For Rain:

Pencils || Gap || Reluctance || Burn || Insecurity

Writing Project #1 - Pencils

Pencils

Last stub of wood
Tapered to a tip
Twirl in my fingers
Play in my grip

Scribble on the go
Erase on a whim
Flawless lines
Thick paper thin

Think nothing of it
A dispensable tool
But a stubborn pen
One cardinal fool

Rest assured, its OK
Make your mistake
Keep to yourself and
Share the final take

Rework the world
Reshape the word
Grow as you bend
To tunes absurd

Creating, perfecting
In arty stubby woods
Correcting to freedom
Puny rubbery hoods

And then as I hold
The short sharp stub
I'll begin to write
My fool's last grub

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This is the first of a potential series of posts done as a part of a writing exercise with blogger and friend Nishita Fernandes. The idea is to pick up a random topic and write something on it. The random topic this time was chosen by me: Pencils.

Do check out Nishita's post from the collaboration.

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Other Poems from the Writing Project @ Parched For Rain:

Earrings || Gap || Reluctance || Burn || Insecurity

Inadequate

Inadequate

I love the rush of air as I run

Through this long narrow causeway

Old walls paint a mural of fables

As the stalls and people blur away

I love the rush of air as I run

Adrenaline pumps in every vein

The happy energy frees my soul

Egged by the lashes of your cane

I love the rush of air as I run

And I see all my eyes can see

And a bit more that you hid away

My spiked senses can perceive

I love the rush of air as I run

Though it never gets me near

I somehow see your face clearer

The creases and folds that you bear

I love the rush of air as I run

I can hear your laugh as I try to close

You stay perched upon this high horizon

Watching the spectacle through this prose

I love the rush of air as I run

Losing my breath along the way

Knees falter and I crash my head

Disdained, you chuck my book away

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Other Instances of Divine Intervention @ Parched For Rain

The Scale Of Things || Oh Father || Seven Paper Boats

Echoes

Echoes

Only have to close my eyes
To make you disappear
Simple exercises defeat
All that once was dear

Breathe in, breath out
Emptiness makes it clear
A mockery of my plight
Laughing, makes the seer

And then such I breathe
Such I shut my eyes
And then I laugh
As I hear your cries

As they echo ...
Echo ...

Echo inside my head
Push out all the dead
Thoughts, relive instead

Our very first kiss
Oh that sandy ol' bliss
Rushes hard to miss

As I hear you laugh
I hear you shout out my name aloud
As I see you stretch
Out, grab, curl and snowball a cloud

As it hits my face
Like your embrace
That beautiful trace
I kissed on your face

You looked at the sea
Then back at me
And pulled me close
Heart's on its toes
You kissed me back
Pinched like a tack
Wandered in my head
And now will stay till I'm dead

And there your voice will echo
Echo ...

Echo inside my head
Empty space to tread
Look so good in bed

That very first time
I'll have you as mine
Lick out all your wine

As I hear you scream
I hear you shout out my name aloud
As I see you stretch
Out, grab, pull and twist my cloud

Playful slaps on my face
Ecstatic embrace
That beautiful trace
You'll guide my mace

You'll look at the sky
'Oh! my my'
And pull me close
Tickling your toes
You'll bite me back
Pinch like a tack
Wander in my head
Where you'll stay till I'm dead

And there your voice will echo
Echo ... Ec-ho ...

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Fury

Fury

The wind sees her first
As she steps off the car
And senses her turmoil
Convected through a scar

It lets out a howl
Punches me square
A smash on the ribs
I cry out despair
A shove from behind
I kneel and bare

A mockery of my wit
The wind draws away
I rise as tears run
And gingerly sway
I clear my eyes
Her thoughts at bay

Her feet touch the water
As waves recoil in shock
In currents of her turmoil
The sea begins to rock

I see the surf rise
A water wall ahead
And descend its might
Down upon my head
Toss me on the rocks
Tear off me a shred

I flay my arms
Fight the tide
A quest for air
Pain in my side
Find my feet again
My life I abide

She's as calm as ever
An island far away
The sea at her feet
Lightly her hair sway

I battle my demons
The tide and the wind
As far away I can be
Her fury has me pinned

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Some Poems By The Beach @ Parched For Rain

Wish You Were Here || Waves Are Angry || Chasing Seagulls

Rise Through Me

Rise Through Me

Block my path and lovely fangs you bare
For once I'm worthy of your steely stare
I seek your love, you seek a chance
You charge on me, your nostrils aflare

To run to you I abandon my stance
Eyes wet, I see you lunge like a lance
I seek your love, you seek a meal
The fatal embrace, a heavenly dance 

Your lips caress my neck, suppress a peal
And fangs pierce my vein but nothing I feel
I seek your love, you seek a life
Your kiss for me, the devil's deal

Dripping blood brings out my strife
A conundrum, as flesh cuts through a knife
I seek your love, you seek a kill
I lay here dying, contemplation rife

Then as my spirit's wings fast fill
It soars, then realizes my will
I seek your love, you seek me
It drifts back, into your body ill

You will rise now, through me
Slay the beast within, through me
A new life beckons where we
One, together will always be ...

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Stuck On You

Stuck On You

I break my vow today

That silent pact
I'd made with myself
In no word or act
I'd bare that side
Bereft of all tact
That is stuck on you

Today ... tonight
I see you again
In that old light
My pen rights itself
Sheds its plight
That is stuck on you

I rage to hold your face
Trace the lines, pinch the lobe
And the loop where it begins
And then all the way
To that cute chin
While I playfully thumb
Your lips to my smile

A hand finds its way
To your waist
That feels so small
Within my hold
And draws you closer
Till I feel that touch
As your breasts push
Gently against my chest

I gasp and rest my lips
On your quivering ones
Let it laze for a while
And then the nape
And the collar
My domains these
Respond to me
In their own little way

I make my way down
Holding you against me
Arching back your neck
I rest my face, recollect
On your breasts and cry
In memory of the night
When you made me feel
Everything that was nothing

I break my vow today
To let it all out
All of me
That is stuck on you

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Collapse

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When she looks at me

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When she holds my hand
And rights her steps

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When she stares me down
And all my thoughts
Boomerang

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When she walks on by
And I am not in her gaze
I'm left stranded, but she
Then turns and winks

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When she calls me 
Late in the night
Lifts off my strain
Puts me to sleep as
She sings our lullaby

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When she sits by my bed
A faint smile in her eyes
Caresses my face, chest
Loses herself in me
And as I draw her closer
We are one again

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Fall in Love @ Parched For Rain

Boarding The Bus || As You Stand By The Window 

Wish You Were Here

Wish You Were Here

The soft sand crumbles at my feet
First steps on this virgin sheet
I trace your face in the sands
Details engraved by my hands
As the grains cling on to each
I'm walking alone on this beach

The waves roar with a steady beat
Cold water rushes against my feet
It sends a shiver of your pain
And memories, that in a hallow refrain
I can sense the sea will preach
I'm walking alone on this beach

The sun has begun its withered flight
Vermilion skies endure the last light
I make my way back to my boat
Hollowed, like me and kept afloat
Rudderless, no wave it will breach
I'm walking alone on this beach

The beauty of this cold night
Steady surging water's might
I long for you as cold tears run
Last breath on your fateful turn
A joyous world I can never reach
I'm walking alone on this beach

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Yearn Some More @ Parched For Rain

On A Misty Cold Morning

Some Poems By The Beach @ Parched For Rain

Waves Are Angry || Fury || Chasing Seagulls

Oh Father!

Oh Father!

I'm not fond of pigeons
Dumb, gray birds
Circling around in flocks
Eating and dirtying all day long

And the people too
As they see in themselves
Superheroes of pedigree
Nurturing the innocent

For the birds care no less
Dirtying all they find
All that could be beautiful
And statues, of you, Father

You, who taught of love
For these innocents
The innocents who flock
Move in masses, unaware

Consuming, destroying all ahead
And here we pick up arms
Rest our aims on these
Innocents, as you called them

Or unworthy, as I call them
But then no trigger is pulled
You've bound our hands
Your silent oath reverberates

Oh Father, I shun the hate
And turn away, cleanse
To make this a better place
Me, with my fellow ravens

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Other Instances of Divine Intervention @ Parched For Rain

The Scale Of Things || Inadequate || Seven Paper Boats

On A Misty Cold Morning

On A Misty Cold Morning

I draw her in
A breath
On a misty cold morning
A breath
Fills the void in my chest
Runs with my blood
Reaches out to my heart
A breath
Cold in my chest
A breath
That keeps me calm

She runs through me
A shiver
On a misty cold morning
A shiver
Sparks from my heart
Runs with my blood
Reaches out to my arms
A shiver
I wrap around my body
A shiver
That keeps me warm

I miss her now
A wound
On a misty cold morning
A wound
As she longs to leave
Runs with my blood
Pierces my skin
A wound
That left a scar
A wound
That hurts no more

I stand here without her
Staring far into nothing
On this misty cold morning
Feel the scar itch against my skin
A shiver runs through my spine
In quick breaths of this biting air
I remember her last words
"You ... take care ..."

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Yearn Some More @ Parched For Rain

Wish You Were Here

One For Me, One For You

One For Me, One For You

I cant look into your eyes
You cant look into mine
This is where we split
That's so effin fine!
We divide us in two
With an absolute line
Everything goes
What’s yours same's mine
What happens to the baby?
We follow the line
Lets cut it into two
One for me, One for you

We will each have a hand
With five little fingers
A leg too, with those toes
An eye, an ear 
Half each of the nose, head and body
I take the heart
You get the liver
Lets cut it into two
One for me, One for you

The butcher comes at two tomorrow
With a nurse to hold it still
He'll get his faithful mop too
To clean up after he's done
I'm gonna put mine in the freezer
It'll stay there good
Then thaw it when the time's right
Lets cut it into two
One for me, One for you

Twenty-four hours is good enough
We can backup a copy
Got a recorder and a camera
We'll need the cries, the looks, the laugh
For if we are back together
(Dunno what the future brings)
A little glue and tape is all that we'll need
Lets cut it into two
One for me, One for you

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