AtoZChallenge: Z is for Zing

Today is the most exciting day. As I reach the end of a beginning, with A-to-Z 2016 (which in fact I never thought I’d finish), I am so filled with Zing and gratitude. Thought I’d write a little poem to celebrate. 

My heart feels this thing called zing
as it approaches the end of a beginning
the merry slides, the rollicky rides
nothing to beat the crazy times

I’ve had you for company thus far
the merriest and the best i can imagine
and I do wish it lasts much farther
than all the A to Zs put together

Adios Amigos until next time
See you around the next bend!

 

Thank you, friends, for being a part of my journey, and for all your views, likes and comments on my posts. This big Zing thing would never have been possible without YOU. I thank you so much for traveling with me thus far. I do hope I continue to post and that you continue to visit and our relationship flourishes with time.

Love and Hugs,

Sudha

 

AtoZChallenge: P is for Pain

Sometimes being a writer comes with a lot of pain and it has inspired this poem for the letter P. Sometimes it just feels good to say the well’s empty, so that the word’s out there in the universe and ready for a refill. Cheers! 🙂

The pain starts deep in the chest
It’s lodged with patience and perseverance
There is passion in there for good measure too
But it all seems pointless in the face of rejection and dejection

It merits no compassion
Though it deems the soul a certain right
In the well drained of the creative muse
In the desert where the oasis is beyond sight.

-Sudha Nair

Circles of colour

Two line poem:

Circles of two colours

Who marked their numbers?


A four line poem:

Chopped vegetables gathered in heaps

Greens, whites, oranges, I see

Glistening under the kitchen lights

I admire my handiwork with glee


An excerpt from a poem by W.B. Yeats:

When you are Old

“When you are old and gray and full of sleep

and nodding by the fire, take down this book,

and slowly read, and dream of the soft look,

your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;”

The rest of Yeats’ poem is here.