mundane stuff of ordinary kind .............

Footfalls echo somewhere

in the deep recesses of my being

it seems my memory has developed wings

back and forth, back and forth

tantalizing me with all sorts of things....

.

Some of the ordinary stuff

that's still with you......

.

a wet October morning

treasured letters few

fifteen moonlit nights

 

five wordless moments

a couple embraces tight

tinkling of my bangles

the salty smell of your ocean

washing that always got wet

a single white carnation

 

all evaporated now

like drops of dew....

This mundane stuff of ordinary kind

somehow i seem to have left behind

scattered around your heart

in unsuspecting places

thoughts of me will always crop up

in lingering traces....

Difficult to gather, for aught i can say

so unrecorded did it slip away...

Bottle it up if you can

and post it to me

treasured or gathering dust

of what use it is to thee?

Footfalls echo somewhere deep down

and fade...

down the road, which we did not take

in moments

when i least expect it

my feet  falter and slack

hoping in vain

to hear words

that call me back.......

*this is also an effort to share with you all...what i viewed from my lens this past week. The prompt is for 

http://twoscoopz.com/2011/03/20/focus52-march-20-to-26/

Of lunar madness, sultry nights and crinkly voices

 
DEAR MOONLIT NIGHT ,

Well, technically speaking its not really a moonlit night, since it isnt a full moon....and yet your magic is as grand and as subtle as ever . what it is about you that wreaks havoc on mundane hearts and minds ?
That something...that elusive quality i cannot put my finger on, that unsettles me so much ?
This combination of a night rendered even more thirsty and sultry after a hint of rain with the faint smell of wet soil and freshly washed linen..... 
You see......that is what i am supposed to be doing . Hanging clothes. I have always liked to dry the clothes out on the line at night , some weird notion of saving their colours from the glare of the sun . 
And here i sit.....crushing a shirt between my fingers , staring at the moon . I suppose it looks the same everywhere .
Even far far across the pacific.....or the other side of the globe , where a pair of blue eyes have forgotten to look up and stare at it.
Why does the sight of watching it getting enveloped by a black cloud render me speechless.....like mirroring a shy woman hiding her face in the warm expanse of a chest.....? 
See ?
It is this. This is what i am talking about . This mind boggling power you wield over us lesser mortals........just when we think, we have mastered it all and get back to doing what we ought to be doing.......like hanging laundry or writing grocery lists......let down our guard and wham.......before we know, one look at the moon......the chemistry of a wordless night and strange buried yearnings and an ordinary soul transforms into a dreaming fool wishing on shooting stars and angels and listening to songs that remind them of crinkly voices ........

i suppose i ought to finish hanging the clothes...hmmm ?

the averted face.......one shot wednesday ~

Standing disconsolate 

as if

wrapped in a threadbare shawl

of contrived patience

parched with thirst

on an endless road

of transient fate

a mute testimony of the human rat race

this eye sore of urban decay

scurrying feet...

the averted face

screaming silently 

of the rot within 

© SONNY

~0O0~

Two for tuesday.....~

" a lifetime of ambiguity

some splashes of breathing spaces

and my world seems restored again..."

©  SONNY

~O0O~

UNDEFINED ~

 

I've felt the numerous unspoken dreams in those eyes
i've seen the yearning behind the confident facade
the pull of a kindred soul
solitary walks
is there a name for this
isnt it enough that i felt it
it is after all just a feeling
to be felt in your soul
softly
like footsteps fading away
if every stirring was analysed
reason behind that warm rush of joy
on hearing that twinkling laugh
or a slow smile
a moment shared
isnt it enough that i felt it
like my secret box of memories
taken out now and then
as i sit all alone looking out of my window
and feel again
the pleasure of undefined moments
undefined bonding
undefined silence
that speaks a thousand words
yes
its enough that i've felt it
because
some things in life
are simply to be felt
its enough

~o0o~

a quietness prevails ~

In the stillness that precedes a tempest
a quietness prevails
in the quiet of an afternoon spent alone
a pause sucked swiftly back inside
chasms deep and wide
the comfort of everyday familiar things
dreams rooted in hammocks and porches get wings
a world away
a navy sky grows weary of the blue

~o0o~

This is my first post for ONE SHOT WEDNESDAY I am indebted to Jilli and Brian for introducing me to this or i may very well never have known about it and missed reading interacting and more importantly for being able to peep inside the minds and hearts of so many amazing poets from around the world.

green.......focus 52 [march 13 to 19 ]

Hullo peeps....i saw this thingy on jilli's page and well....photos and a challenge, two fings sonny can't resist....

THE THEME this week is GREEN.....and i may very well do it all wrong and post more than required or less....but here goes my effort....

I have yet to find a backroad that does not beckon to be explored....and sometimes, when we do
life surprises us in the most amazing manner, with discoveries and hidden symphonies and leave us awash with memories that last beyond a lifetime ,as if cementing the fact , that all love stories are not epic novels, some are haunting short stories, but just as special.......

 

"THERE ARE SONGS THAT COME FROM THE BLUE EYED GRASS
  FROM THE DUST , OF A THOUSAND COUNTRY ROADS
  THIS......IS ONE OF THEM "

   Bridges of madison county ~

MIRRORED EMOTIONS OR LURKING ILLUSIONS ?

the glint of silver, caught beneath an imposing moon

as fireflies lurk and haunting junipers tiredly swoon

a struggling effort at dispelling those naked illusions

shedding the scab on prying echoes of dry reflections

© SONNY

The photograph was clicked one muddy morning from my balcony in the middle of nowhere , when i was getting bored, some six months ago. As i looked into the garden below [ which was flooded with rain water ] something made me bring my camera and its funny what the lens will see , never visible to the naked eye

clicked with my canon S3 IS .

~o0o~