Wednesday 10 June 2015

grayish...

Mushrooms grown wild, kept tightly packed;
I bought some, its drizzling outside,
monsoon’s first wash, and you, still waiting for ticket.
At home we prepared sandwiches, black peppered,
salted white, mushrooms of faded shades and thoughts
grayish, where only my cup full of coffee and yours
waiting, and you are still waiting for ticket;
holidays joyful, tickets so dear, my dreary days,
monsoon washed dusty roads, leaves and pebbles;
I painted lonely moon, dry brush strokes
 We had light dinner, and waiting for your call …



17 comments:

  1. I hope the waiting will end and soon the call will come ~ Specially like:

    At home we prepared sandwiches, black peppered,
    salted white, mushrooms of faded shades and thoughts
    grayish,

    Thanks for linking up with D'verse Sreeja and wishing you happy Wednesday ~

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  2. Is it a ticket home? I feel the want and the waiting in the activities, the repetition, the colors--naturally it becomes a lonely moon, I adore this poem!

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  3. Nice. Kibda feels like a journal entry . I love sauteed mushrooms. Had mushrooms on my sandwich at lunch. I do not envy you the monsoon but it definitely has an effect on your daily living eh?

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  4. Drought here, monsoons there, with global warming melting glaciers & polar bears drowning; nature is in an uproar; nice use of the B&W prompt, while still personalizing it.

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  5. I really like the details of the mushrooms.. I can feel the monsoon almost like a being that invade with its grayness.. nice shades, and the two last lines really sums it up for me.

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  6. nice - we catch your feelings here

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  7. What a great take on "grayish": the mushrooms, the monsoon, the waiting, the mood - you captured it!

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  8. All the adversities of life.. can bring
    a greater love in connecting
    warm human touch..
    for those who stay
    with love
    and do
    not fall
    into darkness..
    Love mushrooms
    grow wide as Atomic
    Love
    Bomb..:)

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  9. Quite the scene of waiting. I like how you weaved in the black and the white, with a little gray to boot. Peace, Linda

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  10. This is written in such an interesting way..enjoyed it.

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  11. I picture the scene of the family waiting at home, during the beginning of monsoon, and the concern for someone who is elsewhere trying to get a ticket home. There is a nice play between the ordinary activities of home & the tension with the wait. I hope he/she is finally able to get a ticket.

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  12. I like the way you mix everyday elements in a poem about longing and waiting, with the anxiety of the monsoon in the background. A truly atmospheric poem.

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  13. The waiting can be so frustrating at times, I hope it won't end up in vain. This piece so reminds me of my own very experience of waiting in christmas eve that was years years ago. Thanks for the poem. I enjoyed it!

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  14. oh the longing is palpable - and a gray day makes the waiting worse

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  15. Loved the imagery. Love how the gray of the mushrooms is such an indication of the relationship. Reading your work after a very long time, Sreeja and happy to say it is as much as treat to read today as it was a while ago. Cheers.

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  16. Sreeja...the poem is short and apt...makes the reader wish for the wait for the ticket to end soon!

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  17. What a tender poem. Thanks.

    Greetings from London

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