Z for zest

Z was in  zest………….

as it sat on a crest……

I stand tall………

at the culmination……..

of this literature fest…..

Millions gathered……..

from around the world…..

to weave words as beautiful as pearls……

words alluring,words enchanting……..

words questioning,playfully giggling….

words debating,words arguing….

words illustrating,words assuring…….

Its the end…..

today is Z,

twenty six alphabets……

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Y………..the wonderful…..

Y yawned………

it mumbled and moaned….

over words it could spawn…………

why I am Y?

it haggled………….

tell me instances…

where I can ply……..

i am at the end of MY

and at the trail of SPY….

you find me in DRY…..

and at the edge of CRY…….

but I am nowhere in high….

why why why………….?

Y said the alphabets……….

why do you CRY……?

you are not in high….

but you soar with FLY…

NO……….yelled Y;

Don’t you know…

I burn with FRY………….

how can you all…..

DEFY and DENY…?

No smart little one…

said the other swanky ones…

you smile with the BONNY BABY…

and blooom in the white LILY;

you comfort in the bed COSY,

and marvel in the smart LADY

you shine inruby; the red RUBY

and model in the dress TRENDY;

You shine in the morn;

with the first RAY;

You are in the thrill

when children PLAY,

You are the tail end;

that is true;

but  don’t you know;

you are one of the chosen milieu….

when the world sits;

and reverberates Yahoo!!!!

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X was cross……………

X was cross…..

troubled and coarse…..

no words it decorated……

no names………..

people frowned…….at him….

the alphabet used sparse……….

it lay invalid…..

no better than a carcass…..

among the twenty six……

it thought…….

I am an alphabet farce……

why do I exist……..

seldom is my name……….

at twenty four I lay…..

……..no intimates to play…….

I have no pros………

in the garden of language….

I am the moss….

I have no fame…..

no acclaim…..

“Y” said ….you liar…

everybody you blame?

you epitomise festivity…..

celebrate fun and glee

when you are the gift laden

christmas tree……..

Its you that every alphabet

ENVY………

at twenty four you stand…..

cuddle at twenty five in the;

christmas and new year melange….

people pause and wait….

as you stand in vogue….

X as in Xmas…….

the festival prologue……………

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W -the poem…..

W was vertical……

tapering at the end…..

it stared at its half twin identical(V);

frettng and fuming

over its posture typical

Or did it capsize……..

and invert……..

shoved down by its twin (M)

to be a pervert

with  tapering ends……

tending to falter….

grief sticken…..

at the end ………..

to simmer and smoulder…..

Hey you!!!!! said the neighbour (X)….

you are such beautiful and svelte…..

You have to your credit….

the one for which all strive and delve….

You have WIN………

why do you envy your vertical and half twin?

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Unwillingness…..

Twentry years she lived an life -that fragmented her every single moment to act as someone she disliked,bonded and confounded in relationships which never binded her soul,knots that the inmitable one had stiched into her life,tangles that trailed with her always………………………..Her unwillingness to welcome her new family to the corridors of her heart,left her bereaved and bereft….

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Solitude and loneliness became her sole companions.Any knock at the locked doors of her heart met with resentment the clutches of isolation and found elation .She felt she had championed to garner pain for others.The man who took the seven santicified rounds around the sacred fire was not offered an opportunity to account for the self-imposed withdrawal of his wife from the wordly prespective.She subdued herself to the clutches of destitution……………… She herself had written her verdict…………

condemning her wretched……………………..life………………….

for her Unwillingness…………..to be alive with heart and soul……………………..

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Tethered soul……………..

Indu longed to inside………….

Gauri chechi stood leaning against the window………….drifted away in thoughts…..

She never realised the presence of two pairs of eyes scrutinising her.Indu stood there awhile,memories lingered,bygones galored,twenty years assembled themselves to rewind and to be before the thatched roof that once sheltered Gauri chechi,Indu,their pebbles, the rice pounder,their henna designs and the accompanying fragrances of the jasmine flowers,of the burning camphor in the adjoing temple,.fragrance of the sweet smelling plantation trees,of the ripened jackfruit that was just a leap away and many more pleasurable intoxicants which were a indispensable part of their daily routine…………

Gauri chechi as Siddharth recalled,was the epitome of beauty,a damsel who was cascaded into a  trench.The extent of the her beauty and his ugliness matched.She never came into terms with the fact that she was married to a man who as almost twice her age.Consequently,there was a marital discord.Siddharth’s uncle had two sons,who were almost Gauri chech’s age.She never accepted them as her family.

She went about throughout the day tightlipped and noone in the family realised when she bacme a recluse and proceeded towards being a schizophrenic…………….A2Z-BADGE-000 [2014]