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The quickening pace

Of my heartbeat

Said it all

 Her beautiful face

And the summer heat

Took their toll

 As she undid the lace

And took the meat

It was her call

 Her warm embrace

In the neat

Created the squall

 I had to brace

To stand on my feet

So I didn’t fall

 We had all the space

We didn’t retreat

YOU

Are an immaculate song

Reverberating

In my ears

Ridding me of fears

That made me

Hold back tears.

Not anymore.

I will now cry

For having not found you

Through all these years:

You could have been

My undisputed queen!

Alas!

Now you’ll remain

An unspoiled dream.

Like the Goddess

Like Water

Like a graceful song

Reverberating in my ears.

It’s dawn again

And I’m awake

In her serene arms

Enduring calm

Soothes

With omnipresent charm.

 Her tranquility

Transcends me

Partakes me

Keeps me awake.

Alive. For

Another day!

 As I walk the streets

Engulfed

In her environ

I feel

Her juxtaposed peace

In my steady heartbeats

 The scent

Of the blooming flowers

Blows across my face

And over powers

My senses

Through the long hours

 The birds

Chirping in the trees

Their music Floating

Over the gentle breeze

Brings me down

On my knees

 If not for her

I’d never awake

I beseech the dawn

To not forsake

My presence

In her wake

 Women of the world

I salute you!

 For your astute

Manipulation

Of life’s

Complications

 In diverse

Situations,

Locations,

And positions

To everyone’s

Satisfaction

 Without subjugation

To wanton

Allegations

Of dissipation

And discrimination

 And yet come out

On top of it all

To take the deserved

Acclamation

And adulation!!

 Hats off to you! _/\_

When I think

Of 26/11

Of the martyred soldiers

Now in heaven

I bow my head

In profound reverence

To their vocation,

Their preference

  Laid down their lives

Fighting the savage

Heartless terrorists who

Plundered and ravaged

Property and lives

Advocating heinous lies

To create turbulence

In the people’s minds

  The TV screens

Showing all the gore

Oh that made me

Only sore to the core

The echo of weapons

As bullets crisscrossed

And the cries and sighs

As bodies got tossed

  Never should it ever

Happen again

It only causes

Grievous pain

To the kith and kin

Of those who died

Let’s us our solemn

by Mini Swamy

Her gaze

Fixed

At the

DOORWAY,

She sat there

Her arms

Dangling

By her sides

As memories

Raced across

Her mind.

Memories of

A distant but

Blissful past

Gone awry

When he left

To fight

A war

In a land

He was

A stranger to

Against

People he

Never knew.

A fight

To the end

But no end

In sight

Time flew

As she grew

Used to

The fear

That haunted

Her, for

He may not

Return

Very soon,

Maybe never

Flames engulfed

The thatched roof

And mingled with

The Last Orange of a Sky

The crestfallen resident

An era

Is too long a period

Of time

To dwell

In this short life

Of mine

I take

But just one day

At a time

For I know not

Where tomorrow

Half the world is blind

To the atrocities around

Half of the rest

Just look down and frown

Half of those who care

Just can’t stand their ground

And the half who do

The world, my dear,

Reads too much, too deep

Into the playful

Murmurs between

Poetic Exchange on Twitter, amongst:

1. Dimple ‏@gamzemey96

2. Michael Seese ‏@MSeeseTweets

3. VarmaRK @TheRKVarma 

  1

The rain clouds

In concert with the sun

Will it shine

Or darken & pour?

Oh! Let it pour

I’ll do my rain dance! (Varma)

  2

she dances

with lightning;

an electric

display

of grace (Seese)

  3

My lady

Her composure, stunning;

Eclectic emotion on her face

She takes me by my hand

And paints me in her embrace (Varma)

  4

paying

the eclectic bill

one dime

at a time (Seese)

  5

The time

Just chimes

For no reason

Or rhyme

And pauses

For none

Be it rain

Or shine (Varma)

  6

time

marches on

to the rhythm of a song

with no meter nor rhyme

nor end to the opus we call time (Seese)

  7

I am spoiled

For choice

All these eclectic

Ideas

Which threat

To follow (Dimple)

  8

Ideas

Sometimes flow

Uncontrollably slow

When effortlessly caught

Deprived of thought

Derives to naught (Varma)

  9

I am just a novice

All this deep thinking

I get drowned by

Multiple meaning (Dimple)

  10

The author in you

Is so fully grown

You can float on the water

Never will you drown

Play with your words

Make yours the crown (Varma)

  11

Wearing a crown

Weighs anybody down

Woe betide

Who deludes

Themselves

With crowning words (Dimple)

  12

There’s no delusion

In poetic conclusion

Frivolous words

Bring joy and mirth

To each in a way

Or a way to each (Varma)

  13

To unlock the meaning

This needs decoding

Mingling with masters

Is exhilarating (Dimple)

  14

no words are frivolous

when hope is faltering

at minimum, marvelous

at most, life altering (Seese)

  15

i wear a crown

of my own making

my testament to

ideas half baking (Seese)

  16

Half baked ideas

Can give you

Indigestion

Take a dose

Of humiliation! (Dimple)

  17

Life altering

Thoughts

Stays as seeds,

Awaits hope

To sprout (Dimple)

  18

Values of ‘frivolous’ are many

One of them being ‘funny’

When I’m cheerful I’m frivolous

When I’m frivolous I’m punny (Varma)

  19

Seeds sprout

Carrying forth

New life

New hopes

Existence

Becomes essential,

Progeny crucial,

For Life’s cycle (Varma)

  20

humble pie...

basic fare

always on the menu

but ordering it is rare (Seese)

  21

Humble pie

Though

Good for you

Can cost

Dearly (Dimple)

  22

Oh! The

Humble pie

Its consumption

Gives forth a high

Being unpretentious

Is eternal delight! (Varma)

  23

Eternal delight

Is what I am

Aiming for

Meek will

Inherit the world (Dimple)

  24

humble pie:

a dish best served

with a side of crow

and deep goblet of

chilled whine (Seese)

    25

I am changing the menu!

Humble pie is sold out

Would you like

Turkish delight (Dimple)

  26

ipso lokum facto

date lemon pistachio

turkish delights

too rich for my taste

i must watch my waist (Seese)

  27

It is a tradition

Lokum is eaten

With bitter

Turkish coffee

No need to

Overindulge

It's all in the

Balance (Dimple)

  28

The meek shan’t

Inherit the Earth

Save for the strong

Being in dearth

And scriptures

Would be rewrote (Varma)

  29

A delight can be warm

In any which form

As long as the whine

Is frozen in wine

And served in a goblet

With chocolate (Varma)

  30

Chocolate

Is the Word's

Oldest aphrodisiac

Take it with care

Your whine

Into a moan (Dimple)

  31

The moan 

May be fantasy

But the mind

As said already

Is the key

To ecstasy (Varma)

  32

#chocolate

a delicious treat

though in time

i did find

the oldest

aphrodisiac

 in reality

is the mind (Seese)

  33

Who brought

Us to the dearth ?

Proud and strong

Distorted truths

Can look like

True lies,

Last book of God

Is Holy Quran (Dimple)

  34

Depends what is

In your mind

Are you tempted

By a pretty package

Or delicious taste (Dimple)

  35

the meek

shall inherit

 the earth

... but by then it will be only

the scraps left by the strong (Seese)

  36

Scraps

Of lokum

Scattered

On the lawns.

The squirrels

Chittered

In delight (Varma)

  37

Fantasy is the

Key to ecstasy

For play starts

With a fore play (Dimple)

  38

‘Play’ is the catchword

In word or fore

For, through the play

You get to the core

And then again

In the after! (Varma)

  39

Yet again

Turkish Delight

Wasted

Story of my life! (Dimple)

  40

A delight

Goes not waste

In the heart

It eternally stays! (Varma)

  41

with regard to

ecstasy

one should not

hide

the key

'neath the front door mat (Seese)

  42

The doormat

Welcometh feet

Oft with a

Wonderful greet

Perhaps to the

Beholder’s treat (Varma)

  43

Treat

Does not always relate to eat

Could be an element

Giving enjoyment

Just like the doormat

That treats your feet (Varma)

44

my door's always open

for friends to stop & chat

as long as you don't walk in

and make me your doormat (Seese)

  45

regrettably

sweet

treats

(and tweets)

do not go to waste

and ergo

to waist (Seese)

  46

Wish I could

Leave the door open

So the dreams

Can welcome

Through (Dimple)

  47

Open doors

Often welcome

Undesired elements

Making perilous

Our treasured tenement (Varma)  

  48

Almost no sweets for me

Just the bitter coffee

With an after taste of regrets (Dimple)

    49

Bitter coffee

Is sweeter than sweet

For those aficionadas

Who cherish it (Varma)

  50

The corpulent waist

With enormous girth

For the spectator

Produces mirth

The bearer suffers

Its adverse worth (Varma)

  51

What can I say

Try to curb your appetite

Some vigorous exercise

Will not go amiss either (Dimple)

  52

Bitter sweet

An acquired taste

No choice given

So I better

Get used to it (Dimple)

  53

Appetite for workout

Is an inbuilt feature

Care against burnout

An added measure

The packs may be

Just half of six

Ample to enjoy

She climbed

Out of the debris

Bruised

Face smeared in soot

A lone trickle

Of blood

Down her temple

Dried yet red

Her clothes ragged

Her breasts bare

She staggered

Towards shelter

As though dancing

To music

Of sirens that

Rent the air

Collapsing in a heap

She looked up

To the offer

Of a drink

Of water that

She sipped

And

Her lips

Curved into

A solitary smile