Gone Wild....

Has the world gone wild?
I wonder.
The wild west
an enchanting obsession
long long ago...
today, playing wild,
letting senses run haywire
is normal order of the day.

Wild animals,
their beauty, their mannerisms
a charming conception of natural nature.
Man, an unique clever mimic,
owner of the the sixth sense
permits passionate wild wilderness
to seep into his muddled mind
destroying all in his path.

I love the wild, the wilderness
as nature is just being itself.
I love the wild streak
in people
who know what it means to be human.
Wild is fine when it adds that dash of charm
to a persona precious, with pure perspective
who knows how to tame wild wishful vision....

Wild Picture Credit

For THEME THURSDAY for the Word WILD

Clouds Ahead!

Clouds beckon me

to a world beyond.

On warm days

their presence entices me,

assuring me of a cool day ahead.

Black or white,

I discriminate not

enjoying the warmth

of a sky laden with clouds

forming figures of imagination

or bursting into relieving showers!

Theme Thursday: Prompt - CLOUD

Cross Your Fingers...

Crossing your fingers,

hoping it happens,

wishing for that odd thing-

luscious luck -

preciously partial

loyal to none

for fancy or for fun.

Beneath the pillow,

on the window sill,

across the havens,

lying silently still.

Lady Luck busy as a bee,

seated on her majestic mobile throne

she beckons to all,

calling out to none.

Crossing my fingers,

twisting my tempting thoughts,

I greedily want all

that luck has to offer

not willing to work

not prompting to perspire -

Is that not what we all desire?

Luck without labour?

Only for us to favour?

Theme Thursday: Prompt - LUCK

Sometimes, it's just not enough!

Sometimes,

this is all the space

I ask of you.

(nothing less, nothing more)

Sometimes,

this is all the space

I can give to you.

(that's all I have to share)

Sometimes,

this all the space

I can get from you.

(in charity or in love)

Sometimes,

Even this little piece of lonely space

seems doomed to a disillusioned destiny.

(for my good or for yours)

Theme Thursday: Prompt-SPACE

For the Love of It!

Buried deep

in the cosmos of my existence

lie words

hidden, mysterious, powerful-

cozy in the joyous comfort

of a boisterous book.

Nothing matters then.

The world may swirl around

for all I know -

it is the warm embrace of a book

that twirls me around

on tip toe at times,

a salsa at other times,

but always for me-

just me and the words

that sigh, sing and shout

all at once.

Oh! for the love of it.....

Theme Thursday: BOOK

Painting the World...

Set in the background

of a bleak black and white world

I paint

till I am the painting

myself -

blue as the lavish sky,

green like the pretty unending meadows,

orange and red like the dainty flowers.

As I dip myself

in the paint of life

I am red with rage,

green with envy,

white with peace.

I am the Painting.

I am Me.

I am the Entire Universe.

Just waiting to become the rainbow

and spread my colors

across the horizon,

to merge into the real painting

called creation.....

Theme Thursday: Paint

Jumping Turf

Jumping turf.

Rolling over tuft.

Wading through fields.

Slicing through

depressing devastation,

souring sorrow,

bloating ego.

If only

we jumped all the time,

jumped cheerfully

in happiness and mirth,

wouldn't the earth have flattened by now

to house a race equal in all respects -

in love and creed, in day and night?

Theme Thursday: Jump

Meandering Steps

Sometimes,

stairs are a disguise

misleading mindless slush.

At times,

stairs lead nowhere

and yet, unknowingly

climbing, edging on

we reach a place, some place -

the shallow emptiness

pervading our minds and souls.

Stairs,

not always a lead

to a destination,

the goal to fortune,

the love of our life.

Stairs,

a journey,

in sync with our meandering thoughts

landing us in the lavish passion of hell

or shoving us into the gentle peace of eternity...

Theme Thursday: Stairs

Mapping Minds!

Mapping the continents,

marking our territory

across lands and oceans,

seas and sand,

When will we stop?

Marking our places,

houses and homes,

living as if life was eternal,

never to die, forever.

Mapping our relationships,

work and wastelands

creating fences and boundaries,

creating distances between minds.

Time flows slowly and softly

marking our thoughts,

emotions and intentions.

Humanity shall soon be mapped for life...

Theme Thursday: Maps

Testing Times!

Testing times-
growing times,
losing times,
loving times,
hating times,
winning times,
expensive times,
hurting times.





I thought I had passed the test,
having wanted,
got,
seen
and lived it all.
What more could there be left for me?
I wondered
in nonchalant arrogance.

From binding placenta
to bonding finger,
From erring pencil
to refined pen,
From dearest friend
to mate for life.
Hadn't I gone through
all the tests that were destined for me?

Testing Times-
surviving times,
hoping times,
giving times,
binding times
reflecting times,
realizing times.
Timeless times!

Theme Thursday: Test

Computed Virus

Here I was working on an assignment
Ready, up and moving
With all my creative juices flowing
When suddenly Internet Mahashai decided
Enough was enough
And ‘Poof’ went the connection.

I tried again and again
But somebody out there was sadistically adamant.
I complained, cribbed
And then called the internet man.
“Sorry ma’am,”
The wait was unwavering,
My patience unnerving.

So, off I trotted to a cyber café
Unmindful that it really may not be safe.
Enclosed in my miniscule cabin
I took my pen drive and plugged in.
Happy as a lark
I was satisfied I had made my mark.

Back home, mission accomplished
I relaxed in my chair
Unaware that virus was in the air.
Oh! The agony of watching your files fall ill
Till they fell apart
Like healthy saplings suddenly withering
And breaking your heart!

The doctor called, the malady treated
A healthy computer faces me now
But the files that suffered and let go
Still clog my brain
And my over active imagination screams
‘Was it a computed virus?’


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Theme Thursday: SPAM