An Old Pier

An old concrete pier at Valiyathura

Leans towards the sea 

It has survived the waves for decades

And even the tsunami

It has steps to reach the waters 

It used to welcome boats carrying 

Rice and other cargo 

From the bigger ships anchored

On the deep sea 

It used to be a hub of smuggling too

As it is near the notorious area 

That sell smuggled goods from abroad

The remnants of old rooms still remain

Now the pier is a tourist spot 

Where people come to see the sunset

Feel the breeze from the sea 

And enjoy the beauty of the beach 

There are holes in the platform 

The fishes are visible through them

Crabs cling on to the columns 

Other fishes swim around them 

Anglers here use strings to catch fish

They wait patiently on the edges 

Until the fishes get hooked 

Unseen varieties are caught 

They keep them on the platform

For the visitors to see 

And the visitors' bargain for fish 

The fishermen jump onto the sea 

from the pier like Olympic divers 

When their boats make it to deeper waters 

They swim towards their boats as if in a race

Fisherfolks sell fish at the entrance of the pier

Other dwellers walk through the pier 

To sell snacks and fancy items 

I remember visiting the pier 

As a kid with my father 

I love sitting on the deeper end 

And watch the sunset and the fishing boats

A recent renovation has given the pier 

A fresh lease of life 

Image from www.keralatourism.org

Late Comer

Running briskly

With perspiring senses

Wildly beating heart

Checking the watch every other moment

To see how much time lost already

To calculate possible reaching time

To raise the speed

And to prepare for an abrupt entrance

There is a big price to pay

For getting late

A risk

Unworthy

As you stand to lose out

The savory moments upfront

Amongst the settled audience

Engaged fluidly up to the occasion

Then the door cracks up

Breaking the silence of even the noise

Making heads to turn around for a glimpse

To see the distracting latecomer

With countless eyes sprinkling spotlights

Walking past the aisle

Becomes nervy like on a ramp

Nodding the sorry with the eyes

And the bowing head

Whispering the excuse

From the shell of a sorry figure

Without any idea about the scenario

That persisted there

A messy catch up work remains

To be done, to get on level terms

With all those present there

With short enquiries for briefings

Fighting against the time  

To make up for the lost time

Before gelling into the zone

With the ease in breathe 

Scary, if there is scolding

Embarrassing

Funny, if there is mocking

Light-hearted banter for folks

There is always an awkward moment

Awaiting the late comer

Image from Vectorstock 

Waves Of Depression

I am falling slowly into a dark burrow of                                                                                                      Gem clipped thoughts on this sacred day                                                                                                  When the temple will host devotional aura                                                                                        Mythology, and spiritual kindling tonight                                                                                                    I will not be awake to experience that

I exude confidence and feel magnetic
Towards positive vibes and ultimatums
When I am high on medicines artificially
As if I humbled the valleys of depression
I feel I can face the stresses in an office

I am stumped by the flak of medicines
When I altered my path towards healing
First setback is bitter like radish mouth
A betrayal that hurts the woven dreams
Threatening the very desire to be sane

Emptiness will acquire a grip on the night                                                                                          Voices in my mind will surrender silently
I'll feel helpless, hopeless, and soulless
But I wish for courage twining my mind
To weather the storm down and survive

A poem based on word prompts from #2WordPrompt #vsslocation #vss365 #vssdaily #Better2sday #loveletters #moonmystic #crowcalls #atreyasverse
#BraveWrite. Image from Google. 

Let's Meet At Hill Top

Let us meet at Ponmudi hill top

We can embrace clouds at dawn 

And wander through the meadows 

Whispering the secrets from hearts 

We can observe the hillocks around 

And select the prettiest to set a home 

Let us light the candles at night

On the big rock resting on a stone 

When the breeze is gentle and cold

We can spot all the celestial bodies 

Maneuvering  along the astral plane 

And rewrite the stars with our fantasy

Let us wait for the late night rain 

That will hide the shy moon subtly 

And dance with our sodden bodies 

Brave the cold droplets of desires 

Until we find our way back to cottage

To quench the thirst of our wild souls 

A poem based on word prompts from #vsslocation #loveletters #vsspoem #wordsoupdaily #turningthephrase #vssdaily. Image from Trip Advisor 

I'll Bring You A Song

I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when we meet again,  On a misty morning in the valley, Where you love to sing with the birds

I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when we feel again, On a summer day in the beach, Where we met first surfing in the waves wobbling

I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when we hit again, On a spring eve at the pub, Where we danced in motions like high on cocaine

I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when we mate again, On a autumn night in the motel, Where we spent our date in a drunken state

I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when we play again, On a winter afternoon in the hill, Where we made snow man and woman

I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when you say goodbye, On a rainy night in the highway, Where you  love to drive with the wind 

A poem based on word prompt from #loveletters