Want

Do you
Really
Want to
Meet me?

Then you
Need to
Talk to my
Walkie-Talkie
Diary, my
Calendar Girl
My Secretary

Who's She?

My wife
Sweetie
:-)

(Wrote this poem today when one of my hubby's friends called up to arrange a meeting / rendezvous and my hubby passed on the task to me as he had no clue when he would be free ;-) He remains ever so busy with his office tasks that all his home schedules, invitations and appointments are arranged by me :-) Sweetie is what he calls me.






His Face

He has
A very
Serene
Face

Whenever
I get restless
I see his face

Relaxation
Sets in....
And I thank
His face







New

The students
Are saying
Hello :-)
To each other
So are the
Parents

It's a new
School :-)
For all of us

So we are
Getting
Acquainted
With each other

(Wrote this after attending my daughter's Induction Day. She'll be going to Secondary school this year.)


The above Poems © Aparna Chatterjee 2015

Photography by Mriganka Chatterjee

You can read more poems here

Those

Those
Belongings
That belonged
To him...
Make me
Feel that I
Still belong
To him...

Vivid

That vivid
Dream of
Me being
In Kolkata
And gazing
At the Ganges

Made me realise
That a part of me
Still belongs to the
Ganges

Find

People
Are
Visiting
Various
Places
To find
Peace

I just
Want to
Live in your
Heart to
Find peace

Her

Her
Photo
Full of
Pain...
Made me
Realise
There were
Lots of
Droughts
In her life
Not much
Rain...







Muted

Separated
Widowed
Divorced
Women
With their
Muted
Sex drives

Where do they
Go to satiate
Their drives?

Or do they remain
Frustrated with their
Frustrating sex drives

For the sake of
Sticking to the label
Of propriety in this
Primitive, puritanical
Society

(pertaining to some sections of our Asian society that abound with hypocrisy and double standards)







Nobody

When
There's
Nobody
To talk to
Even the
Postman
Would do

(wrote this after seeing an elderly neighbour who lives on his own and looks out for people to have a chat)







Height

Height of
Sycophancy?

Don't need to
Go to Indian
Offices....

In Facebook,
You can see
;-)

Themes could be Flattery / Buttering / Toadyism / Flummery / Puffery

Gone

Gone are the
Days when
The wife...
Would just
Deck up
For her
Hubby to
Enjoy :-)

Thanks to
Social media
Now she
Decks up
For the whole
World to
Enjoy :-)








Survivor

Sometimes
I feel, I'm the
Only one
Fighting for
Life
The rest have
All given up
On life

Theme: Survival

(wrote these lines thinking about the sailor in this scene)







Blame

Nothing
Goes your
Way

Blame it
On God

As if
All your
Problems
Have been
Created
By God
And will be
Sorted by
God

I Feel

I feel your
Embrace ~
All over me

Death,
You've
Finally
Come to
Rescue
Me ~







Never

You'll never
Know who
Am I when
I write....

I may be
He, she
You or me
When I write

(Theme: Role-Playing, pertaining to many of my poems)


All the above Poems are © Aparna Chatterjee 2015

Images © Getty Images dot Com (Courtesy: Boloji)

You can read more poems here

In

In every
Moving
Car, I
Want to
See you
As if my
Moving eyes
Keep moving
Only to
See you

(Theme could be Desire / Longing / Yearning)







Gadgets

Gadgets
And
Gizmos
Occupy
Us in this
World

Don't know
What occupies
Them in the
Other world

(here 'them' refers to the dead and the departed)







Not

So many
Instances
Telling me
I'm not well

I've finally
Accepted
The fact
That I'm
Not well

(Theme could be Observation / Experience / Health)

Heavy

With a
Heavy
Heart
I take
Leave
Of you
And let
Myself
Know...
I'll never
See you

(Theme could be Parting / Departure / Separation)







Let's

Let's
Pick up
The pieces
From where
You left me
And then
Piece it all
Together
How you
Left me

(Theme: Retrospection)








Saddest

The saddest
Part of our
Relationship
Is:
I can never
Wish him
Well
For he
Made me
Feel so
Unwell.







Your

Your memory
Is like the
Plop of a
Bird's pooh
On my
Window
When I'm
Looking
Through

(Theme could be Interruption / Disruption / Distraction caused by some sordid memory)

Restless

When you

Get restless
You'll come
Back to me
As you know
Here is where
Peace will be







Slowly

Slowly,
Slowly
It will
Heal
My
Friend

By the
Time, you
Die, it will
Seal, my
Friend

(pertaining to a wounded mind / heart)


All the above Poems are © Aparna Chatterjee 2015

Images © Getty Images dot Com (Courtesy: Boloji)

You can read more poems here

Gift

Gift a

Bouquet of
Beautiful
Memories
To your
Children
'Cause
That is
What will
Live with them
When you are
No longer
With them

(Theme: Legacy)

If You

If you
Don't
Have
The time
To talk
To your
Children

All sorts
Of strangers
Will talk to
Your children

And then
You'll never
Know how
You'll lose
Your children

So please
Make some time
To talk to your children

(addressed to all busy parents)








Grateful

The more I
Think of him
The more I
Feel grateful
To him....
For giving us
This life that
We all owe
To him :-)

(dedicated to my husband who's also a loving father to his children)







Confidence

That
Confidence
To say to
My children
That you'll
Like it
The way
I'll make it
Boosts my
Confidence
That I can
Make it

(refers to how I make food for them)








You

You would
Go away
From me
And come
Back to me

Such is the
Power of
Attraction

You won't be
Able to live
Without me

I Like

I like men
With a
Sense of
Humour
As humour
Helps to
Bring us
Closer ;-)







Some

Some people
Have nothing
To do, so they
Write poetry
For me and
You :-)

LOL :D

Theme could be Humour

Another version could be

Some people
Have nothing
To do, so they
Write poetry
Like me and
You ;-)

Happy choosing the version that you can relate to....

Rendezvous

It seems
In the most
Unlikely of
Places, I'll
Meet you

At the
Gates of
Heaven and
Hell, I'll meet
You







Happiest

I'm the
Happiest
When I
Write :-)

Keeps all
Those worries
Out of sight
;-)

Overbuilt

Overbuilt
Muscles
Testosterones
Flowing....

It's a
Men's
Gym
Where
I'm going

(Actually, I go to a unisex gym but there are so many men and hardly any women, it seems to me a Men's Gym ;-)







Nowadays

Nowadays
I'm talking
Sweetly...
All the time

Why?

'Cause
I'm having
Jalebis :-)
All the time
:D

Theme: Humour

BTW, I love Jalebis :-) though I try limiting myself having them lest I get Diabetes ;-)

All the above Poems are © Aparna Chatterjee 2015

Images © Getty Images dot Com (Courtesy: Boloji)

You can read more poems here

I Wear

You want
To know
How close
I feel ~
Towards
You...??

Every day
You wear
Your glasses

Every day
I wear you

Just the way
You can't do
Without your
Glasses,
I can't do
Without you

'Cause
Just the way
You need
Your glasses

I need you :-)






Sometimes

Sometimes
I feel like
Writing to
You, all
Day, all
Night :-)

As if
Writing
Comes to
Me naturally
All day, all
Night :-)





If

If you
See him
Smiling
For no
Reason

Don't assume
There's no
Reason

The reason
Could be
Love :-)





Mother - Daughter

Daughter is posing
Mother is clicking,
In this age of Selfie
It's all about 'Me' ;-)

(written after seeing my neighbours taking selfies)





Some People

Some people
Are way too
Busy to give you
Time

But when
They are
Free
They want
All your time

Doesn't matter
To them - that
If and when
You need them
They don't have time






That

That
Last
Line
Of his
Poem
Stayed
With me
For a long
Time...

As if
Somebody
Had brought
Back to me
A long-lost
Memory...
After a
Long time






She

She
May be
Feeling
Lonely
Out there

So she's
Sharing
Her blog
Everywhere

(Theme: Filler)

School

Beginning
School
And
Ending
School

The school
Remains the
Same

The influx
And outflux
Goes on

Just like
We do
On
Earth

(in this poem, the earth is perceived as a school which we join when we are born and leave when we die and so the steady flow of births and deaths represents the influx and outflux)






He's

He's died
Peacefully
In his sleep.
At least,
Now he'll
Not be
Plagued
By the
Aches
And
Pains
Of his
Diurnal
Ablutions
That didn't
Let him sleep

(dedicated to aged, disabled or chronically ill people for whom life is so much of a burden that even doing their everyday little chores seems to be so painful. Death releases them from their diurnal struggle)






Pack

Pack a
Punch
In your
Poems
So that
People
Who
Read you
Consider
You to be
The Mary
Kom of
Prolific
Poetry

(addressed to all women poets)


All the above Poems are © Aparna Chatterjee 2015

School image © Getty Images dot Com (Courtesy: Boloji)

You can read more poems here

The A to E of Poetry :-)

As the Title of this Blog goes, I'll be enlisting some major types of poetry arranged alphabetically from A to E.

Of course, time permitting, I'll continue with some more types of poetry starting from F right up to Z in my future blogs.

I didn't want to load you with too much of info in one single blog. Hence, I plan to do it in parts :-)

Till then, please go thru this Blog and I wish you happy reading and happy learning :-)

I'll begin with the letter A and will end with the letter E :-)

Hope you enjoy all that I've written for you to see :-)

An Abecederian Poem is also known as an Alphabet Poem. Its each line or verse begins with a successive/sequential letter of the alphabet.

Here's an example of an Abecederian Poem

http://www.poetrydances.com/abecedarian.php

An Acrostic is a poem where certain letters in each line spell out a word or a phrase. A single acrostic is formed by the initial letters of the lines, a double acrostic by the initial and final letters, and a triple acrostic by the initial, middle and final letters.

Here is a simple example of an Acrostic

http://www.kidzone.ws/poetry/acrostic.htm

Here is an example of a Double Acrostic

https://ramblingsfromamum.wordpress.com/2013/01/03/acrostic-double/

And here you can see a Triple Acrostic

http://poetry.wrr.ng/love-me-a-triple-acrostic/

Anaphora also known as Epanaphora is a poem in which words or phrases are repeated in the beginning of two or more successive lines or verses.

You can see this pattern in this poem by Anne Porter - A List of Praises

http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/list-praises

A Ballad is a narrative poem of short stanzas usually set to music for singing.

Here is an example

https://www.youngwriters.co.uk/types-ballad

A Ballade is a poem of 3 stanzas of 7, 8 or 10 lines sharing the same rhyme pattern followed by an envoy/envoi, all ending with the same line.

Here is how you write a Ballade

https://www.youngwriters.co.uk/types-ballade

A Blank Verse Poem has no line limit (can be written in any number of lines), it has regular metrical but unrhymed lines. This form of poetry has been used in writing Epics and Dramatic Monologues. It usually has Iambic Pentameter of a rhythmic pattern of unstressed/stressed syllables but can also be written in Trochee form of stressed/unstressed syllables, Anapest form of unstressed/unstressed/stressed syllables and Dactyl form of stressed/unstressed/unstressed syllables. If all these forms are stressing you, you can go googling to read and learn more about the various types of Blank Verse poems just so that your concepts are clear :-)

Here is how Shakespeare used Blank Verses in his Plays

http://www.cliffsnotes.com/cliffsnotes/literature/what-is-blank-verse-and-how-does-shakespeare-use-it

http://www.poeticterminology.net/07-blank-verse.htm

Now, don't confuse a Blank Verse with a Free Verse which is another category of poetry. Though both these types of poetry have unrhymed lines, a Blank Verse is consistently metrical whereas a Free Verse is free from both rhyme and meter.

Blues Poem originates from the African American oral tradition and the musical tradition of the Blues. It is themed on life's struggles, despair, grief, pain, loss and sex.

Here are some examples

http://ta.thet.net:16080/~Chapin/WebPage/docs/BluesPoem.PDF

The Bop poetic form is written in 3 stanzas, each followed by a refrain (repeated part of a poem). The first stanza has 6 lines and presents a problem. The second stanza has 8 lines and explores or expands the problem. The third stanza is again of 6 lines, presenting a solution to the problem or documenting the failure to resolve the problem.

Here are 2 e.g.s of how you write a Bop Poem

http://youthvoices.net/discussion/divided-bop

https://caraholman.wordpress.com/tag/the-bop-poetry-form/

A Cento is a patchwork or collage poem consisting of lines, quotations, verses or passages taken from the works of other authors.

Here is an example of a Cento

http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poetic-form-cento

A Cinquain also known as a Quintain or Quintet is made of 5 unrhymed lines. Lines 1 and 5 have 2 syllables each, Line 2 has 4 syllables, Line 3 has 6 syllables and Line 4 has 8 syllables. In all, there are 22 syllables in this type of poem.

Here is where you can sample an example and also create your own Cinquain :-)

http://ettcweb.lr.k12.nj.us/forms/cinquain.htm

A word cinquain is based on words instead of syllables. Lines 1 and 5 have 1 word each, Line 2 has two words, Line 3 - three words, and Line 4 - four words. Hence, a word cinquain will have a total of 11 words.

Example of a word cinquain is here

http://teams.lacoe.edu/documentation/classrooms/amy/algebra/5-6/activities/poetry/cinquain.html

If you research the web, you'll find many other types of Cinquain - Butterfly, Reverse, Mirror, Crown, Garland, Didactic, Lanterne, Cinqku, Tanka, etc

Diamante Poem - well, as the name goes, a poem written in the shape of a diamond ◊ is known as a Diamante Poem :-) It consists of 7 unrhymed lines having a set structure of nouns, adjectives and verbs themed on either one topic or two contrasting topics like Winter/Summer, Day/Night, Happiness/Sadness, Life/Death, etc. The 1st and 7th line are the shortest having just 1 word each and the ones in the middle are longer, thus giving the poem its characteristic diamond shape. The word count is: 1,2,3,4,3,2,1. Lines 1, 4 and 7 have nouns. Lines 2 and 6 have adjectives. Lines 3 and 5 have verbs. Thus the pattern is: noun, adjectives, verbs, nouns, verbs, adjectives, noun. In a Synonym diamante, the 1st and last nouns mean the same whereas in an Antonym diamante, the 1st and last nouns mean the opposite.

Here you can create your own Diamante Poem

http://ettcweb.lr.k12.nj.us/forms/diamondpoem.htm

http://www.eduplace.com/activity/pdf/diamante_poetry.pdf

Dramatic Monologue or a Persona Poem uses the technique of Theatrics in which the poem is narrated by a solo speaker impersonating a character. It's a monologue and so the performer seems to talk to the audience but is actually talking to some fictitious characters as if he's venting out his thoughts and feelings or responding to their comments and queries (which are inaudible) as there are no dialogues or auditory responses in this type of performance.

Here is an Example

http://www.monologuearchive.com/b/byron_005.html

An Echo Verse is a type of verse in which the final word/syllable of each line is 'echoed back' as a response i.e. repeated as an 'echo' in the line below. A good example would be the poem Heaven written by the Welsh-born English poet, orator and priest George Herbert (1593-1633)

Here it is for you to see :-)

https://www.forwardpoetry.co.uk/post/how-to-write-echo-verse.html

An Ekphrastic Poem offers a vivid description of an artistic creation which could be a scene or a visual piece of work through the imaginative act of narrating and reflecting on the "action" of a painting, photograph, picture, pottery or a sculpture by amplifying and expanding its meaning. The poet tries to convey the deeper, inner, hidden or latent meaning of the artwork esp. what it may symbolise for e.g. a photo of a barren land can convey desolation, loneliness, neglect, isolation or loss. We must bear in mind that it is entirely the poet's perception, reaction or interpretation of that artwork and so a piece of art can be seen very differently by two different persons and hence, the artwork can inspire two different poets to write two entirely different poems having no shared sense of perception.

Here are 2 Examples of Ekphrastic Poetry

http://www.english.emory.edu/classes/paintings&poems/classicscene.html

http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/painting

An Elegy is a mournful poem written to lament the death of a person or a group of people who've died due to natural causes or due to tragic circumstances for e.g. illness / epidemic / fire / riots / accidents / wars / acts of terrorism or any other natural disasters like Tsunamis, earthquakes, floods, landslides, volcanoes, etc. Traditionally, elegies have been written in 3 stages: the 1st stage of the poem expressing the poet's grief and sorrow over the death of the person/group, the 2nd stage expressing the poet's praise and admiration of the deceased person/group and the 3rd or the last stage of the poem offering some consolation and solace to deal with the tragic loss and bereavement.

Here is an Example of an Elegy

http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=12234&ThemeID=357

Emoticon Poetry - this new category has been introduced by me. If you want to check how to write such poetry, this is the Link you need to see

http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Blogs&sd=Blog&BlogID=1626

An Epic Poem is a long, narrative poem written on a grand scale to highlight some major events or heroic feats and adventures of historical culture pertaining to a country or nation. For e.g. our ancient Indian Ramayana or Mahabharata

Paradise Lost by John Milton is also a good example of an Epic Poem

http://www.poetsgraves.co.uk/Classic%20Poems/Milton/paradise_lost.htm

Here you can read more details about Epic Poetry

http://web.cn.edu/Kwheeler/documents/What_is_an_Epic.pdf

An Epigram is a short, witty poem expressing an idea, thought or observation in a clever and amusing way. It could be a couplet (having 2 lines), quatrain (having 4 lines) or a one-liner like Oscar Wilde's

"I can resist everything except temptation"

Here is a wonderful example of an Epigram :-)

http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/what-epigram

Here is another one :-)

http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/underwoods-epigram

An Epistle is a type of poem you would love writing if you love letter-writing :-) Epistle is essentially a poem in a letter form; it could be a single letter poem or a series of letters written in a poem. It could be full of rhyming and metrical stanzas or without a meter / rhyme, it could be several words and pages long or a very short or medium-sized poem, it could be having a personal/casual/intimate tone or an impersonal (formal) one, it could be written to a real or an imaginary person/group of people, it could be the views of the poet or the poet can take on the character of a different writer while writing the letter. Hence, an epistle offers a lot of choice in how you write the poem. Traditionally, epistles were written to express one's thoughts and views on love, religion, philosophy and morality. The New Testament of the Bible has many epistles.

Here is an Example of an Epistle

https://poewar.atlassian.net/wiki/display/POEWAR/Day+18+-+Write+a+poem+in+the+form+of+a+letter+-+epistle

You can also see this one

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/29974

Thus, ends my Blog here for today.

See you again another time, another day :-)

Cheers
Aparna

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Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn. - Benjamin Franklin

She

She kisses
Me good night
Before going to
Bed

I pray for her
Good night
Before going
To bed

(wrote this last night after my Kochi kissed me good night as she does almost every night :)

Theme could be Welfare or Felicity





That

That look of
Silence on
His face

His silent
Posture
Full of grace

Makes me
Want to
Embrace him
And share his
Pain that plagues
Him





Wherever

Wherever
You go...
You take
Your mind
And body
With you
And your
Heart
Keeps
Racing
Between
The two
To see
Who'll
Win over
You :-)






If You Have

If you have
A void that
For the rest
Of your life
Remains
Unfilled

No matter
Whatever
You do...
You'll always
Have a life
Unfulfilled

(Theme: Void)





You

You come
You go
I don't
Even
Want to
Look at
You now

Why?

'Cause
Many days
I've had to
Do without
You

So might
As well
Get used
To a life
Without
You

(addressed to sunshine; Theme could be Annoyance or Resentment; wrote this on one of the many dreary, cloudy days of UK when there is no Sun for us the whole day)





For

For some
Days his
Poems
Were not
Coming in

I was
Wondering
Why this
Silence had
Seeped in

Not realising
That now his
Poems will
Never come in

As death
Had silently
Seeped in

(dedicated to Bharat B Trivedi who died last year; may his soul RIP)





Time

Time has
Just
Flown off

I'm waiting
To see
When it
Will come
Back to me
Saying:

Come
Fly with
Me...!!!

And
Holding
Its hand
I'll fly off
To eternity

:-)

(Theme: Abstract)

All These

All these
Plumbers
Are so
Handsome
That you
Keep
Looking
At them
While
They're
Talking
And then
You forget
All about
What all
They were
Talking ;-)

:D

(Theme could be Mesmerising / Distraction)





You

You look
Forward
To reading
Some poets
As if the
Words are
Waiting to be
Sung by their
Solos & Duets





Die

I want to
Die before
You :-)
So that
I can see
What mischiefs
You are up to
Without me
;-)

(Theme: Death)






Mind

Some days
My mind
Just stops
Working
As if it's
Gone on
Labour
Strike -
Protesting
And saying
Come what
May, today
I'm celebrating
Mind Day
And so I
Simply don't
Feel like
Working !!!

(Theme: Humour)





You

You look
Forward
To
Forwards
For a
Smile
Or a
Laugh
Not
Knowing
That death
Is waiting
For you
To have
The last
Laugh :D





Sex

Sex is
What
Brings us
Together

Love is
What
Keeps us
Together

(wrote this poem thinking about long-term relationships wherein the couples might have got together due to mutual attraction be it sex, love or infatuation and over the years, when the physical drives are not as high as in the youthful years, love is what binds them together - the everlasting need for commitment and companionship is paramount in such relationships)





This

This
Coldness
Keeps
Killing me
Every day
And I keep
Reviving myself
Every day
Struggling to
Survive every day

[thinking of the freezing UK weather; given the option I would have gone and settled in Spain; but my husband's work and children's education keep me tied here even though I've never liked UK weather barring some nice, summery days that are warm and sunny; surprisingly none of them (hubby+kids) feel as cold as I do; maybe it is to do with heredity as neither me nor my father can bear cold weather]





Liberation

Many of
My desires
Have been
Fulfilled

And I
Realize
That some
Of my desires
Will never be
Fulfilled

So?
What more
Do I want from
Life?

Mukti
Liberation

Why?

'Cause
I've had
Enough of
Life

Pizza

With shaking
Hands that
Old man
Came and
Delivered my
Pizza

Seeing him
I seem to have
Lost my appetite
For pizza

(Theme: Poverty)






Switching

Switching
Off the
Phone
He thinks
He'll be
Able to
Sleep...
Not
Knowing
That the
Phone
Will keep
Ringing
In his
Mind
Not
Letting
Him
Sleep...






Why?

Why did he
Go?
Where did he
Go?

Why does
Life always
Elope with
Death...Do
You know?

(He in the first stanza refers to a deceased person)

Theme could be Lovers / Partners wherein life and death are seen as eloping lovers or perpetual partners.


All the above Poems are © Aparna Chatterjee 2015

All Pix are © Getty Images dot Com (Courtesy: Boloji)

Eyes

Of all the eyes
That saw my
Poems,
I was looking
For your pair
Of eyes :-)

Did you see?
:-)





He Said

He said
She's one
Hell of a girl

She makes me
Feel like Hell

She said
He's one
Heaven of a man

He makes me
Yearn for heaven

:-)

(Theme: Humour)





Keep Going

Keep going
Keep going
Keep going

Don't stop

What
Not to
Stop?

The way
You keep
Arousing

Don't stop ;-)





Let Me

Let me be
Attached
To my name
In this life
For I don't
Know
What name
Will be
Given
To me
In my
Next life

:-)

(thinking of all those writers, actors, poets, singers, directors, etc who've played their part and left the earth for their heavenly abode; God knows what names they carry now in their new lives if they've again taken rebirth on this earth; for e.g. imagine someone living amongst us and looking with awe at Ghalib or Tagore or Kishore not knowing that he or she was Ghalib / Tagore / Kishore in his or her previous life :-)





Life

Life is
Too short
To hold
Grudges
They say

What about
Those grudges
Which come back
To us, never
Want to
Leave us,
Holding our
Fingers...
Like those children
Who never want to
Go away





Let Me

Let me not
Say that I
Love thee
For I'll
Pollute
The very
Word LOVE
With my
Feelings
Of possessiveness
And jealousy...





First

For the
First time
In so many
Years, I
Really
Feel like
Living...

Why?

'Cause
Death is
So near me
That I really
Feel like living

(thinking of those people who finally realise the value of life towards the fag end of their life which they've taken for granted all their life; now that they really want to live, they realise that it's a tad too late as their time on this earth has been cut short by some fatal illness)

All Poems © Aparna Chatterjee 2014

Image(c)gettyimages.com (courtesy Boloji)

Romantic

He told me
To be
Romantic
As before

I told him
I've forgotten
How to write
Think and feel
As before






Just

Just like
People
Get so
Used to
Their
Bodies
I'm so
Used to
You, that
Come rain
Or shine,
Pain or
Pleasure,
I want to be
Always with
You...






Blessed

Blessed
Are those
Who want to
Relive their
Childhood,
I don't

Maybe,
Childhood
Was never
A blessing
For me...

(dedicated to those who didn't have a happy childhood)





Political

Some
Writers
Have
Run out of
Ideas to write

Why?

In the
Absence
Of politics
They have
Nothing to
Write ;-)

(thinking of those people who only write on politics, thanks to our politicians, they have plenty to write ;-) and so in this poem, I'm imagining their plight in a world without politics)






Can You?

Can you
Leave
Your
Body
And
Come
To me?

Flights
Are
Pricey :)
You see

Souls
Can
Fly
Thru
The
Air
And
Of course,
It will all be
Free :-)

So,
Can you
Come
Flying
To me?

;-)


Theme could be Travel ;-)






Feedback

How come
Feedback
Is encouraging
People to
Write?

I just
Write
For the
Love of
Writing.

I don't
Need
Any
Feedback
To write ;-)


(my thoughts on some websites wherein readers are being urged to leave comments because it encourages writers)

All The Above Poems © Aparna Chatterjee 2014

Napoleon Hill

The famous American
Writer, Napoleon Hill
Once said:
What the mind of man
Can conceive and believe,
It can achieve.

So can I achieve
A win over you,
Or have I already
Won over you? :)




Some People

Some people
If you talk to them
Once, you don't
Feel like talking
To them again

And some people
If you talk to them
Once, you feel like
Talking to them
Again and again
Time and again
Forever again...




Daily

Not a day
Goes by
When I
Don't say
To her that
I love her...

'Cause
I feel so
Blessed
To have
A daughter
Like her

(People may find it funny and may even laugh at me but the bonding that I share with my daughter makes me feel so much Love for her that for the past many years, almost every morning and every evening begins and ends with the words love you from me to her - she's lost count of the number of times I've said this to her and even I have ;-)




Kulbir Ji

Kulbir Ji,
You write
So well
As if
Your
Words
Flow out
Of a holy
Well :-)
To cast
On us a
Magical
Spell :-)

(Theme: Appreciation, dedicated to our dear old Kulbir Ji, many a composition of his has made it to my Ed's Choice collection of Boloji Poetry as he writes too good)




Peerless

Seeing him
I don't know
Whether to
Smile or cry

Oh God,
Why did you
Make him die?

You should have
Made him Amar
The Immortal One
For he's the
Inimitable One.

None of those
Singers can
Replace him
Not a single one

He'll always remain
The Peerless One...

(dedicated to my Beloved Kishore; wrote this poem while seeing one of his songs, sung and enacted by him)




Gossip

It's so
Easy
To write
So much
About the
Dead -
'Cause
About them
Whatever
Is being said,
They'll not
Come to
Refute it
'Cause
They are
Dead.

(Theme could be Rumour / Slander)




Wrong or Right?

There was a
Time, whatever
You did -
You always thought
You were right :-)
And now here
Comes a time,
When you think
What you did,
Was it wrong
Or right? ;-)

(Theme: Hindsight)




Today

Today
Someone
Called up

His voice
Was so
Like yours

All the
Memories
Flooded in

I became
Again yours

(Theme: Nostalgia)




Talk

The widow
And the
Widower
Talk to
Each other
Hoping that
One day
They would be
Together

(Theme: Hope)




Life

As the
Years
Go by
You realise
That you've
Been delving
Deep into
Yourself
Than into
Others

Your
Journey
Of life
Finally
Becomes
More about
Yourself
Than about
Others

(Theme: Realization)




The Internet

The internet
Has got
So much
To teach
That I find
One life
Too short
To learn
As there
Is still so
Much...
Out of
Reach

(Theme: Learning, dedicated to all those numerous websites that have a wealth of knowledge to share with us, and the more we absorb from them, the more they exceed us)




In Love

In Love
You can
Never
Plan
Ahead

Why?

'Cause
By the
Time
You've
Planned
Ahead
Your
Heart
Has
Already
Raced
Ahead
And
Foiled
All your
Plans ;)




Easy

Monologues
Are easy
Dialogues
Are hazy

Your self
Will always
Agree with
Whatever
You say

Others
May not
Agree
To what all
You say

Talk to yourself
And see if you can find
Any clarity in what I say
;-)




Walk

With his
Hand
On her
Shoulder
He goes
For a walk

Seeing
Them
Together
I go for a
Mind-Walk

Seeking a
Poem to
Write on them

Till they
Come back
From their
Weekly walk

(Theme: Walking, written after seeing a young couple who live near our house)




So Late

If you
Marry
So late
And have
Children
So late

When
You'll
Go to
Pick up
Your
Children
From
School,
Instead
Of a
Parent
You'll
Look
Like
A
Grandparent
;-)

(Theme: Parenting, written on seeing the increasing trend of men and women having children so late that many of the parents who come to pick up their children from schools, look like grandparents)




Garage Man

He spends
Most of his
Time in his
Garage,
Looking
After his
Cars,
Bike,
Scooter
And cycle.

His wife and
Son longingly
Look at him,
Waiting to see
When he'll be free
From this dragging
Routine of his
Vehicular cycle

(Theme: Observation, written after observing one of my neighbours who spends more time with his vehicles than with his family)



Suddenly

Suddenly
The Sun
Goes down,
Suddenly
I start
Feeling cold
Reminding
Myself that
Youth -
Eventually
Leaves us
And we all
Grow old...




Did We?

Did we
Leave behind
Our lust
While
Copulating?

Did we
Leave behind
Our love
While copulating?

Did we
Leave behind
Our pain
While
Copulating?

Did we
Leave behind
Our pleasure
While
Copulating?

If the answer is No,
Then how can we
Expect our progeny
To be devoid of
Love, lust, pain
And pleasure..?
Because he is
What we had ventured to be,
An amalgam of all the feelings
That led us to the processes of
Impregnating and procreating...

(Theme: Continuity)

All Poems © Aparna Chatterjee 2014

Photo of Napoleon Hill sourced from Wikimedia

Initially I thought

Whatever was written on the whiteboard by her teacher, she might have copied it on her card, as she was being taught to make a Mother's Day card for the Mothering Sunday that was celebrated yesterday (30/03/14)

So I thought that along with the drawing, designing, paper-cutting, she was also taught what all to write just like the other children in her class.

She clarified, No mummy, it was not so.

The teacher had taught them how to make those paper roses but the interior and exterior decoration with pens and pencils was left to their own personal choices so that they could make it personalized with their own thoughts and feelings about how they felt towards their mothers.

This freedom of expression in a formal school setting pleasantly surprised me....and I was really touched by the way my Kochi wrote about me.

Here's a collage of her Mother's Day card that she made for me and brought home this weekend and as if this wasn't enough she even sent me a lovely e-greeting.

https://plus.google.com/photos/117466581567846877904/albums/5996901030294243105?banner=pwa

Had a wonderful day yesterday with her hugs and kisses and will cherish this day all my life :-)

Besides her favourite hobby of art and craft, she also enjoys reading, writing and listening to music.

Here's a sample of her poems she wrote when she was 9.

http://please-peruse.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/snowman.html

Now she's 10 :-)

Bye for Now,

Cheers
Aparna

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YouTube Playlists - Happy Playing :-)

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Pleasant surprises from people or places we don't expect feel all the more pleasant :-) Aparna Chatterjee