30 Apr 2022

Glowworms Reunion


From the hills, moist plains, and riverside 

Glowworm beetles embarked on a journey

Towards a garden for their annual reunion 

To share their stories and enjoy the nectar

They left behind females as they can't fly 

It's like the bike riders' gangs on their trips 

They glowed intermittently in a  pattern

On that new moon night, they're the stars 

On land buried under the pitch darkness 

They reached the paddy fields and stuck 

To rice plants resembling firesticks glow

They rested in a big tree creating an aura 

Of Christmas lights during the spring night

They flew over the river creating art forms 

Of light patterns on the water with delight 

They reached the garden and selected

Flowers to enjoy the nectar they cherished 

They remembered their friends who lost

Their lives under the beaming streetlights 

Their mates who left life after delivering 

Larvae as per a strange tradition of theirs

While they returned through dark paths 

Towards the safety of their homelands 

Waving goodbyes until the next reunion


This poem is inspired by the glow worms I see during my late evening walk along riverside. Image taken from Bored Panda .Thank You :) 

29 Apr 2022

A Vibrant Shebeen


They went to a she been

To drink some cheap liquor 

In company of town's rogues

Singing the Irish pub songs

Until they lose their senses

They wore the Irish pride with

Shamrock badges on the sleeves

A lady set the stage for tap dancing

The aim set was to dance after each drink, 

 To win a gift for St Patrick's day

But the cache was that they cannot fall

They were warned to forfeit if they can't

Else they've to pay more for every drink

The visage of that lady attracted one   

among them, He wanted to lose to the

magic of forever of her, He drank and 

danced and drank and danced and drank   

and danced and  passed out! The lady   

laughed and clapped! She had a bet on    

him falling after three drinks!


A poem based on word prompts from #BraveWrite #Flexvss #WIPWordSearch. 
#WordSoupDaily #CrowCalls #ProseInBloom#atreyasverse . Image taken  from Unsplash.

28 Apr 2022

An Adventure In The Forest


 

Let’s go for an adventure

In the lush forest of pine trees

With bare essentials to survive

Walking along the ancient trails

Left behind by the local tribals

Let’s find a safe place to set up

A hut for shade from the rain

And barrier against the animals

With tree branches and mud

Thatched roof with the grass

A fireplace to remain warm

A rocket stove for cooking

Let’s sleep with the warmth

Of each other and fireplace

Let’s wake up to a new dawn

Amidst the tall trees of history

Let’s walk through the fog

Towards the wild vineyard

And taste the mist from the

Wild grapes before the sunrise

Let’s find the lake to swim

When the water is still cold

Collect pristine water from stream

For brewing wild berries for tea

Let’s forage in the wild for safe

Fruits, mushrooms, and roots

Hunt some small animals too

And cook them while sun sets

We can enjoy the dinner with

Fermented wild berries and grapes

We can enjoy a memorable spring

Amidst the nature, away from city

We could drench in the rain and

Play like kids, with nobody to bother

We could explore the hills and valleys

We could make love in the bed of

wild flowers, enjoying the wild fragrance

We could find wild honey to sweeten our

Brews and sparkle on our foggy mornings

Let’s build a tree shelter for safety

To escape from wild animal attacks

Let’s enjoy the wild life for somedays

A lonely world to keep falling in love

 

 This is the 400th post on this blog. This poem is inspired by the prompt from #MadVerse

27 Apr 2022

Padmatheertham Pond


 A pond in the city center 
Having spiritual association with  
Sree Padmanabha Swamy Temple 
The richest temple in India
By the means of hidden treasures 
Built during the 13th or 14th century
From a small natural spring-fed pond 
It was expanded into a bigger pond 
By the King Anizham Thirunal Marthanda Varma
Pond received water from the Killi river for some years
Now it relies on its old aquifers 
It is spruced by the renovation
of walls and bathing ghats
New lamps and a tiled road on the left
Facing the Padmanabha Swamy Temple 
Changed the look of the pond itself 
The smaller temples in the perimeter 
Draw people for devotion
Evening fills the pondside with 
devotees, locals, and the city dwellers 
I used to meet my friends 
At one end of the pond
Facing the waters and shared 
happiness and sorrows over the years
Enjoying the light breeze from the pond
I remember a man being drowned 
In the pond by a man on live television
I remember a giant inflated sculpture of
Lord Vishnu laying over the serpent 
On the pond during a festival 
The visual of the old clock 
Getting wooden goats to bang heads 
When the time reaches the hour mark
It is still exciting during special occasions
We used to feed the big fishes in the pond 
During our evening hangouts 
It remains a dream to enter the bathing ghat
As it is restricted 
But big rats used to hang out there 
I've seen the pond fully drained once 
But didn't notice any treasure beneath the mud
A lot of devotees come during the Sabarimala season
And they hangout on the walls of the pond
A myth tells that there is an underground tunnel
That connects the pond with the sea 
When the temple is lit with a hundred thousand lamps
The reflection on the pond is mesmerizing 

This is an iconic temple pond in my city Thiruvananthapuram. The image is taken from the Stock. 

26 Apr 2022

Happy Hours In The Sky


Lightyears away 

There's a constellation 

of alcoholic gas 

A space brewery

Spread across millions of miles 

With a bit of dust 

It's a dreamland in sky for the boozers 

It gives hopes about life formation 

In planets with methanol and other 

Life inducing molecules 

Methanol is not safe to drink 

Those wishing to drink heavenly booze

Should take filters with them 

To enjoy happy hours in the sky 

I hope some boozers will reach there 

Someday to steal the heavenly booze

The alcoholic rings with dust around 

The planets give insights into the 

Formation of planets from the stars 

There's a comet that has spilled

Millions of gallons of ethanol and sugar

Gives hope to finding booze self-sufficient 

Comets for happy hours life 

I dreamed of a planet with alcoholic

clouds lagoons with liquid alcohol 

It has nice caves to live with gas masks 

Big craters to hold the water after 

Splitting it from the alcohol 

Inside the pressurized enclaves 

We can have happy hours with 

Planetary booze and leafy veggies 

From the vertical gardens 

When earth becomes poisonous to live 

Living in planetary colonies become

A necessity to survive 



A poem inspired by the discovery of alcoholic gases and a comet spilling alcohol he space. Image from India Times. Thank you :)