~::~ Monochrome Skies ~::~


~::~ Monochrome Skies ~::~

Faintly appeared mellow mars

Glowing amidst twinkling stars

Ginormous moon rising afar

Glimmering like a nightly czar

I sat there ‘neath monochrome sky

Overlooking centuries pass by

Awaiting a desire to be fulfilled

Feeble hope continues instilled

As glorious waxing moon builds

Blurry future that I have willed

Burst out in spasms of cry

Whilst the universe laughs wry

Yet again, dusk passes spry

Desires left unfulfilled & dry

My fate that has been led awry

Deprived of any reply

I sat there ‘neath monochrome sky

Overlooking centuries pass by


~::~ Unethical Appeal ~::~

~::~ Unethical Appeal ~::~

Walking down untrodden lanes

Breaking free from worldly chains

Wandering by deep-dark woods              

Deciduous- casting shadowy hoods

Butterflies flutter, buds bloom

Darkness befalls, mind’s a’gloom

Wondering when- veil shall lift

I schlep along the stream adrift

Pondering thoughts clouds vision

Searching for colorful horizons

A neverland, mystical yet real

Beautiful & pure, unethical appeal


~::~ [Thursday Poets Rally] ~ Pre-Destined ~::~

I am back for Thursday Poets Rally..


Its been a long sabbatical away from all the prompts and poetry writing..

It had seemed my mind had completely blanked out from all writings and poetry..

Words seemed to have forgetten their way into my head and on my blogs..

But now I am trying to get back on track with writing and more poetry..

I hope you like my comeback and encourage me with your support 🙂


So Here’s this week’s entry to Thursday Poets Rally –


~::~ Pre-Destined ~::~

People we meet

Rarely stay

Excruciatingly difficult every


Everything in life

Stays for a while

Timeless memories

In our minds

Nothing can be altered as

Everything in our life is

Destined to happen



I hope you like it… Do leave your comments and let me know your thoughts on this..

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~::~ Lost September Love ~::~

~::~ Lost September Love ~::~

Twilight hour rung athwart the earth

Darkness spread, sunlight in dearth

She crept up along the wilderness

Stealthily, adorned in her black dress

Awaiting his arrival yet another night

Quickened paces, emotions tight

Sauntered pass the bereft trees

Sensing beyond what the eye sees

Beads on her brow, this warm September

A year back right here, would he remember?

Their mellow love inscribed across valley

Scented flowers, dewy grass- their ally

Ah! That sweet september love

When sparks flew o’er heathery alcove

Moments etched pure in her every pore

He left as she yearned for more

Alas! The night lost forever

Left unto faith to tether

Hours of tonight, passed in eerie silence

Nocturnal friends awaited, anxiety intense

In the wake of the moon shining bright

Sitting by the rock, she wept in quiet

Another night ends, another defeat

Amplified wait for next meet

Crestfallen she trudged, forlorn

As arose Sun, embarking new dawn

A wait so long, lasting eternity

Until togetherness sets her free


~::~ Dream Boat ~::~

~::~ Dreamy Boat ~::~


On dark foggy night

Sailing surreal boat

Twinkly stars, Moon bright

In dreams I’m afloat


Sailing surreal boat

O’er moors hills vales

Envious birds, I gloat

Leaving wispy trails


Twinkly stars, moon bright

Gliding past valleys, seas

Panoramic sights

Magical carpet flees


In dreams I’m afloat

Light feathery gait

A pink horizon coat

Lovely dawn awaits




Created by C. G. V. Lewis, the Quadrilew is a form of quatrain poem with an abab rhyming scheme,

repeating lines, and contains an alternating syllable structure. In the first verse, the poet may either start with a five or six syllable line.  If the choice is five then the ‘sounding’ syllable count is (and opposite if the count is six):


Line 1, 5 syllables.

Line 2, 6 syllables.

Line 3, 5 syllables.

Line 4, 6 syllables.


Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 2 of the FIRST verse) has 6 syllables.

Line 2 new line of 5 syllables

Line 3 new line of 6 syllables

Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.


Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 3 of the first verse) has 5 syllables.

Line 2 new line of 6 syllables.

Line 3 new line of 5 syllables.

Line 4 new line of 6 syllables.


Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 4 of the first verse) has 6 syllables.

Line 2 new line of 5 syllables.

Line 3 new line of 6 syllables.

Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.

 If  the first line of verse one has 6 syllables then the pattern is

Verse 1, 6565,

Verse 2, 5656,

Verse 3, 6565,

Verse 4 5656:  (the rhyme pattern still being abab.)

~::~ Hopes Affray ~::~

~::~ Hopes Affray ~::~ 

Fog unfurls, diurnal draws close

My soul awakens, dawn of night

Feeble stars arise at twilight


Many years, I have lain to doze

Awaiting influx yet today

Advents deceive, to my dismay


Standing there with a blood red rose

Patience ruffle and surrender

Hopes affray, emotions tender


Destiny belies, as life slows

Worthlessness slyly raises head

I recline, again on death-bed




The Constanza, created by Connie Marcum Wong, consists of five or more 3-line stanzas.  Each line has a set meter of eight syllables. The first lines of all the stanzas can be read successively as an independent poem, with the rest of the poem weaved in to express a deeper meaning. The first lines convey a theme written in monorhyme, while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together.


Rhyme scheme: a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f………etc.

~::~ Doomed Destiny ~::~

The Florette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more 4-line stanzas.

Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,a

Meter: 8,8,8,12 

Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.

Like the outgrowing of a small flower, the forth line of each stanza is longer, and enwraps the

previous lines. Line #4 requires an internal rhyme scheme that rhymes the eighth syllable with

the end of line #3, and continues to add on four more syllables than the other lines so that the

fourth line ends rhyming with lines #1 and #2.

~::~ Doomed Destiny ~::~

Mottled rags & flaky parched skin

I am all alone, none akin

Till a dawn that brightens my sky

Tears from weary bloodshot eyes, of diamante flints

I sat there waiting until doom

My life seems lost in wintry gloom

Wonder when snow cover shall lift

Waiting alone with dreams adrift, my pain entombed

Looking past a life that’s obscure

Although future appears unsure

Hoping against hope, tide shall change

Hang on though utterly deranged, destiny lures


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This is my entry to this week’s Poetry Rally – http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com/