Hard hit squash ball

Hard hit squash ball bounces back furthest,

ricocheting like bullet, but not one torn by hit,

logic is strengthen chain based on link weakest,

what magic makes human chain wean unfit;

yet me unfit, tear self and the likes, if you’d fly,

you can’t, shedding us, the lightest, the feathers,

say you try as we cry, truly shy us, you milk dry,

we burden on land, yet flew you in all weathers;

if superman ideal, you’d end up with Robinson Crusoe,

weaning does it, that true hero too needed man Friday,

if question of fittest, why omit characters of Mario Puzo,

squash ethic balls framing borders that suit your fray;

try golfing the tiniest balls across holes to destination,

crossing sand, water, slopes guiding balls to find groove,

ye cause innocent balls missed to win others’ limitation,

say not for me but prep for day you need me to even move;

any sport need us pliant balls, use or discard but with respect,

for like blazing sun and stars, even speck of sand has its aspect.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Impatient and restless

Impatient and restless,
I can’t wait,
woes of boredom countless,
yet bite bait;

some play games on mobile,
rhyming silly my game,
that occupies me for a while,
incompetent verses without shame;

dragging low loftier thoughts,
this inane rambling,
that conquers no fresh hearts,
does it matter I sing;

for in a busy world who does hear,
I silently hide the ever lingering tear.

I will conquer a million

I will conquer a million hearts and souls,
will chop off heads of those opposing,
reach all my high set ambitious goals,
unseat those from high horses judging;

weave net of wisdom to catch my dream,
moving against all odds I shall be king,
inch by inch, sweating, move upstream,
soon a happy song of glory I shall sing;

the battle is on, why subtle or hide now,
a raging lone warrior, who will fill my ranks,
not gentle souls whispering peace and love,
if need be, alone face accomplished tanks;

lost love, fear not loss of life, hear my battle cry,
it will echo in all ears till the day I succeed or die.

Familiar strangers

(All poems in school days’ Rhymes section were written in school days. This one is close to heart, reminiscent of that shy boy. Boys or girls, the shy have it hard. This poem was inspired by my reality, yet social consciousness and international Amity are underlying. )

Mysterious is the lure of the past,
though all early memories were lost,
when saw her the other day,
memories long forgotten held sway;

knew each other, yet none seemed to bother,
been together, seldom spoken,
this one of my dream wing’s many feather,
so many then, to rule heart no single Queen;

a heart wide as sky, needs many to lean,
when together under same roof,
learning lessons of life, was aloof,
wall between, to break, not too keen;

being shy, unheard went heart’s cry,
takes time to open wings and fly,
in full flight my magnificence seen,
yet what girl has patience to be so keen;

inhibitions posed many an obstacle,
which together might have been a tackle,
crushes last long than love, in end all lost,
forgotten such passion of the past;

at horizon, the sky and the sea,
so close they seem, yet so far apart,
so is the case of people’s heart,
of same roots, yet towards war glee;

like blades of same scissors,
cause each other pain and tears,
unwanted are these brothers,
for humanity and love who cares;

to deal with unknown strangers,
may possess several dangers,
but confusing the presence,
of familiar strangers;

heart yearns unity to go to past glory,
who knows what ends the sad story.

Isolated Girl

Before I even began to blog,
my inbox had a clog
of fan following,
not to see, but to be seen;

it isn’t lessening, to be so keen,
a pursuit whose vein, I too share;
yet a name stood out clean,
isolated girl, who are you?

I gave your words a simple try,
a puzzle too much for me to weigh,
life is pain, you say and cry,
it didn’t give me, even a sigh;

you shall be alone, for too long,
a worthy soul may come, or not;
for mates are found, each passing day,
can true soul mates, ever be found?

a worthy quest, only for those true,
may be a few, souls like you;
yet isolated girl, give life a try,
each moment, so precious to cry.