tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33954347526077250602011-04-21T22:31:40.946-07:00Meena Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12554179330836578673noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395434752607725060.post-53212244356281538842009-04-07T16:56:00.000-07:002009-04-07T16:59:30.626-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poster.net/winnie-the-pooh/winnie-the-pooh-rainbow-4900590.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.poster.net/winnie-the-pooh/winnie-the-pooh-rainbow-4900590.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Winnie the poohi,<br /></div><div>Holds so much of me.</div><div>Of conversations late in the night</div><div>Of friendship we have, in bits and bytes</div><div><br /></div><div>Seen in profiles, on orkut albums</div><div>We have forged a friendship  so deep and then some!</div><div>Poohikins you call me with so much love</div><div>A smile lits my face, leaving it algow!</div><div><br /></div><div>A childish side of me that enjoys cartoons</div><div>A girly side of me that dances in mansoon</div><div>An adult me , trying hard to find a niche</div><div>A name, thats so much me yet not a cliche</div><div><br /></div><div>A name that reminds me of you</div><div>As much as it depicts the very "me"</div><div>A name that can blow all the blues</div><div>A name, a legacy of friendship so true!</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395434752607725060-5321224435628153884?l=napowrimotrial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meena Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12554179330836578673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395434752607725060.post-30245703760015743612009-04-06T16:37:00.000-07:002009-04-06T16:41:39.957-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BGT-QkU14Sc/SdqSdv7CebI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BHe0ynaMksA/s1600-h/haiku.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BGT-QkU14Sc/SdqSdv7CebI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BHe0ynaMksA/s200/haiku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321726949469616562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Smoke jumpers appear<br />Like heaven's blessings, on time;<br />Prayers answered</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395434752607725060-3024570376001574361?l=napowrimotrial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meena Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12554179330836578673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395434752607725060.post-72908184920539973862009-04-05T00:01:00.000-07:002009-04-04T11:35:03.070-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://digital-photography-school.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/silhouette-6.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://digital-photography-school.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/silhouette-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You say, silence.. speaks a thousand words</div><div>Oh how I wish, I hadn't heard</div><div>The live images that you painted</div><div>In that deafening , enchanting silence...</div><div><br /></div><div>On the nights when the moon blooms high</div><div>In a pearly white delight</div><div>I wonder if you see</div><div>May be a pale reflection of me</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you still paint the sky</div><div>With the twinkle of your eye?</div><div>Do you say the same</div><div>To another dame?</div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder so, in the nightly glow!</div><div><br /></div><div>During the misty dawn,</div><div>When the room is tinted in buttered bronze</div><div>I wonder If you wake up in the morn</div><div>And look out to the mountains and think copper canyon!</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you still suck the ice</div><div>Till your lips are blue?</div><div>And then look in her eyes</div><div>Kiss and  say you have twice the spice?</div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder so, while people move around me to and fro!</div><div><br /></div><div>And when the twilight splash</div><div>Crimson, pink and lilac truffles</div><div>And the even breeze slowly blow</div><div>Your golden hair it slowly  ruffles</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you think then, of my gentle touch</div><div>Do you still remember me much ?</div><div>Like I seem to every day</div><div>I so woudn't if I had my way!</div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder so, in the even light, </div><div>            while nature puts her spectacular show!</div><div><br /></div><div>Silence as you said, says thousand things to me</div><div>Images flit by like a loopy marquee</div><div>If I could just wish them away by closing my eyes</div><div>May be then I wouldn't spend my night with empty sighs!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395434752607725060-7290818492053997386?l=napowrimotrial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meena Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12554179330836578673noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395434752607725060.post-43853176293106982382009-04-04T00:03:00.000-07:002009-04-04T00:03:01.030-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BGT-QkU14Sc/SdadD4hzIMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1WKQPTi1fvs/s1600-h/ice_and_snowflake_by_prismes.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BGT-QkU14Sc/SdadD4hzIMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1WKQPTi1fvs/s200/ice_and_snowflake_by_prismes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320612699824136386" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Three little snow flakes, <div>Gently fell on the ground</div><div>One upon one, upon one</div><div>they were bound</div><div><br /></div><div>A passing wind rudely</div><div>Swept a flake away</div><div><br /></div><div>The morning sun then,</div><div>melted other into the clay</div><div><br /></div><div>suspended in time,</div><div>the solitary flake was then</div><div>softly captured</div><div>in my misshapen rhyme </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395434752607725060-4385317629310698238?l=napowrimotrial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meena Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12554179330836578673noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395434752607725060.post-47025054679171515282009-04-03T00:05:00.000-07:002009-04-02T22:55:38.102-07:00A pop alert: you've got a mail.<div>A blink on the answering machine</div><div>A sms. A missed call.</div><div>Few offliners on the messenger.</div><div>They blaringly state</div><div>That you thought of me, that you missed me!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh! What would we do without these contrivances?</div><div>How will we air, our real and imagined grievances?</div><div>Or lovingly express, all that we feel...</div><div>While you stay yonder,<br /></div><div>On the other side of the world</div><div>And our hearts grow fonder<br /></div><div>In bits and bytes, do we reveal</div><div>Secrets that,  from others, we conceal.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395434752607725060-4702505467917151528?l=napowrimotrial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meena Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12554179330836578673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395434752607725060.post-63654699285680721272009-04-02T03:50:00.000-07:002009-04-02T07:15:08.556-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;" ><div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;">Words are a gentle drizzle<br />That fall softly<br />On the grasslands of my mind.<br />From the nebulous clouds of ideas,<br />Triggered by mountain of emotions<br /><br />I collect a few drops,<br />on the palm of my heart<br />Pile them up in a verse<br />Hold them close for a moment,<br />And then see it flow till the end.<br /><br />Tethered at the very edge,<br />Swirling in an unknown rhythm,<br />The verse transforms.<br />In the light of inspiration,<br />The poem glitters!<br /><br />P.S: Used the prompt "Metaphor" here.<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395434752607725060-6365469928568072127?l=napowrimotrial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meena Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12554179330836578673noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395434752607725060.post-3827796693766450422009-04-01T15:07:00.000-07:002009-04-01T16:51:46.741-07:00She had loved him once.<br />Like the slender silken thread of her dress,<br />She wove her life around him;<br /><br />She had loved him once.<br />In multitudinous wild ways,<br />She enlightened his life<br /><br />She had loved him once.<br />Like the burning lamp,<br />Her passion glowed through the night<br /><br />She had loved him once.<br />Soft like petals, her pursed lips<br />Curved into a smile every time their eyes met.<br /><br />She had loved him once.<br />Her eyes alit with dreams<br />Aglow with happiness<br /><br />She had loved him once.<br />Like an obsession;<br />She craved for his touch<br /><br />Ravaged by fate,<br />She sits limp in a corner.<br />With glassy unseeing eyes,<br />Like a porcelain doll.<br />This beautiful, fragile creature.<br />She no longer sees him<br /><br />The after-taste of near death<br />lingered;<br />In the corridors of memories,<br />Haunted she roams,<br />And the grave of their love mocks<br />At his persistent efforts.<br /><br />She had loved him once.<br />Willfully, truly, madly, deeply.<br />And now she didn’t even recognize him.<br /><br />P.S: Used a lot of words from the <a href="http://readwritepoem.org/2009/03/30/read-write-word-13/">Wordle 13</a> . I haven't used metaphor here. Would use it as the second prompt!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395434752607725060-382779669376645042?l=napowrimotrial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meena Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12554179330836578673noreply@blogger.com3