I rhyme when I'm stuck

She sat absolutely still
Gazing at the drying blood on her nail.
The pen she used had a smooth tip,
She plucked her, let out a wail.

Her face, when she didn't try
Rested almost always in a frown.
Her eyes, half closed, indifferent
A shade of couldn't care less brown.

enveloped in despair,
Or was it boredom?
She could never really tell
She called it 'Entering the gah kingdom'.

She ,its supreme ruler
Apathy, her wand's swift swish.
Shoveling about in the murky moods,
Unable to quite distinguish.

And so she continued to sit still
The blood had now almost dried.
The pen continued to write,
Ink was all it required.
Ink was all it required.
Lucky pen.

Miss Dew

Miss Dew was a tiny fairy
She was a fairy, simply because
Nothing else that hovers around people comes to mind.
Except maybe a fly,
She could be a fly too.

She had a fairly simple job.
Step1: Hover around people,
People who were talking to other people
and rest on their shoulder.
When she did, they would feel a tug
In their stomach, an ache in their chest;
Uneasiness on the whole.

Step 2: She had to now rest on their heads.
This was crucial,
For them to realize
The reason for their unease
It was longing, pure and simple,
A strong urge to convey

 Four simple words to the person they were talking to,
Four simple words,
I have missed you.
Sometimes, Miss Dew was too lazy
And she skipped step 2
So she caused uneasiness
And left them with no clue.

They missed the opportunity
To tell people how much they meant,
how much their presence mattered,
Unresolved unease was all they were left with
No room to even repent.

So the next time you feel disturbed
When you're talking to someone,
Reach out to your shoulder
You'll find Miss Dew, hold her
Put her on top of your head.

Put her there, you'll realize
Put her there, before it's too late
Put her there and reach out to people,
Put her there, show them you care.

Fraying thought stencils
You're the cause for all my unease;
In quiet desperation, I ask
Is there no release?
The same flood of thoughts
I can smell them rotting
Is it their own nature
Or the frequency in which you're generating?
I realize that it's time
Time to splash some water on my face.
Those stencils I need to destroy,
Or atleast replace.

In her head, Possibility did an enchanting dance.
Yet she gave it only half a glance.
She was tempted to see;
If it were meant to be;
But she refused to give it a chance.

She had a decision to take,
something she felt was at stake.
Behind the thin lace curtain
Lay a future slightly uncertain;
Freedom, for now, was a thing she could not forsake.

I go in search of a Saturday,
when I have sunday as my present.
The promise of a sunday is sweeter,
Once at top there's only descent.

Ah Mysore!

A certain laid back charm
That cannot be resisted;
A delicious calm
that has persisted.

The authors' description
Immaculately vibrant.
To flutter rapidly,
My heart does not seem hesitant.

Maybe I'm a dumb romantic,
but I seem drawn to the idea of you, damn it.
It would be a shame if I don;t get to know you
Because, well we seem like a perfect fit..:)

The kinda people

Some people are extremely wise,
Few are capable of uttering clever lies.
There are some with a specific skill,
A special talent, if you will;
Others are just kinda nice.

Some people never stay mute,
Few avoid all dispute.
There are a few with a lovely face,
A special charm, a certain grace;
Others are just kinda cute.

Some people love with all their heart,
Few never stop once they start.
Some have an IQ of a genius,
A whiz kid about to turn devious,
Others are just kinds smart.

Some people are very neat
A few are impossible to beat.
There are some who can cause little harm,
Kindness is their only charm,
Others are just kinda sweet.

The kinda people always say,
'Extreme is not for us, okay?'
We can't be absolutes, try as we might,
Our world is not merely black and white;
We take pride in being shades of grey.

We are a bit of everything, don't you see?
Kind, nice and smart to a certain degree
So what if we don't have a single trait in abundance,
We have it all at once,
That's as great as it could be.'

To fulfill their dreams, they won't drop
everything else in a blink.
But that doesn't mean they'll let them sink;
They're hardly mediocre, even if they're not a hit,
Oh and come to think of it,
This poem is kinda good , don't you think?

Overworked and Underloved: Story of an average woman.

A buzz of activity around me
I always find myself at the centre.
People are always in constant touch,
But to the depth of my heart rarely do they enter.

'you're resourceful and skilled,
We need you', they all say.
I wonder if I get to hear
' We want you', one fine day.

I may work like a well oiled machine,
Catering to my family's every need.
Without wasting a breath I meet deadlines
So that in my career to I succeed.

It's tough being a woman,
Getting stretched in infinite ways.
But a part of me still believes
I'll get some love, maybe some space. 

Assorted mush-2

Despite all the coaxing, the old worry refuses to move,
It is one lazy feeling.
New worries will fall into the same groove,
I can forget any hope of healing.

Sometimes, life can get a certain way,
There's one task after another, you can't resist.
Some days all I seem to do
is cross off a to-do list.

This time, I won't stare at the fog
I'll try to clear it as it's nearing.
Yes, I'm still the same frog,
But the walls are slowly disappearing.

When my mind starts to overwork,
All I do is skip a meal.
'Ah! You clever girl' , my brain smirks,
now hunger is all it can feel.

Even as my unconscious plots to shatter me,
I'm sweeping feelings under the rug.
The pile gets bigger, I'm in denial,
Yes, I've caught the anxiety bug.

I want.
I want , to savour;
Life, kindly move at a slower pace.
I want, to remember;
My palms always run out of space.

I want, to be accepted;
don't mistake my apparent empty glance.
I want, to reach out,
To grab that second chance.

I want, to be present;
Engaged in the here and now.
I want, to be soothing,
Almost figured out the 'how'.

While I'm wanting these wants,
Time slips away;
Leaving me with half a moment,

To utter an inaudible 'hey'.