Is she still mine??

Buried all the differences
Wanted to start everything new..
Reached the party
when the people were so few..

The diamond necklace on that
stunning black dress..
Beautifying the beauty as if
a dove in a cloudy mess..

Mustering courage
with the hope of a new dawn..
Buttoning the suit
i was even willing to fawn..

But my eyes signaled
something else to my mind..
She was with someone who
certainly was not her kind..

Sam - the flirt,
is what he was famously called..
The dude with the
French beard and a shaven bald..

She looked happy and
she looked calm..
She looked content and
still carried her charm..

My colors faded
faster than i thought..
I blamed myself for
the lost jewel i sought..

I was still sipping the un-cherished agony
when she approached with a glass of wine..
Told me about her ploy to open my eyes, cleared
the clouds of lies with her lightening shine..

My heart beats paced, before
the heart could sublime..
Mind was still furious but the heart pounced
with joy stating - She is still mine..

--sudharm baxi
Thanks 3WW, the inspiration for this conventional poem, the three words were - Flirt, Ploy and Stunning.

Weeping clown!!

The red nose and
the unkempt green hair
The red lips and my
skin utterly fair, they
all try their best
to hide my tear but
for how long? Already
holding that tear
for centuries now
Holding it and trying to
keep it always within
Never dared to share
Not because i was afraid
but only because
i am not supposed to
People say
You are a clown and
you can never frown, just
wear that silly gown and
accept the humility crown
Spread laughter,
Be full of fake joy
and never even think
of being thoughtful
But i am one, i too
have a family to run,
i too want to have some fun,
i too care for the poor
even though i am one
Barely i know where
to find my next meal,
barely i find clothes
that don't show something within
The excessive make-up
could no more hide the
wrinkles and the pain
And that one tear in my eye,
it refused to hold up
it rebelled and came out
leaving another ocean of
his mates to burn about
Life is harsh i know
for that very reason
i chose to be a clown
coz as they say a clown
has no burdens to lay
he is happy and gay
and is always required
to keep his tears and
his sorrows at bay...

Thanks to the wonderful graffiti at Poefusion, the root of inspiration for this abstract effort. (About the photo-'Weeping Clown' by Cesar Austudillo (a graffiti shot in Spain))
--sudharm baxi

Friendship

An attempt at acrostic , inspired by Acrostic Only

Fun filled summers at

Riverside camps

Interesting relations with

Endearing romance

Never ending affection and

Deathly departures

Strongly felt love glued with

Hearty enthusiasm

Intermingled favors, all

Packaged as a gift called

FRIENDSHIP

--sudharm baxi

Previous immature pieces on similar topic at Friends indeed and Friends.

Varied Intoxications!!

I went to the bar
and sat on a chair
on being asked
I replied unaware

Enough of intoxicating my mind
Please STOP!!!
Don't offer me more..
I have spoiled myself already enough
If you really wanna help
gimme something to intoxicate my soul

Instead of the bottled
let me taste my own spirit
Keep me away from whisky
and let me be a little more risky
Enough of momentary pleasures
Give me a pleasure that lasts
No more i wish to get smashed
nor find any pride in getting zonked
In fact
no more reasons i find to be proud
no more i wish to lead the crowd
All my ambitions
have rested in this ocean
the ocean that was always within
but always ignored
Ocean that always remained unexplored
But not anymore

Not anymore
i wish to be a part of the herd
Not anymore
i wish to be an enclosed bird

Open up my cage and let me fly
Let me measure boundaries of the sky

No more i want colored drugs to try
No more i wish to experience a high
All i wish is to be lofted
lofted into the eternity
lofted into the divine serenity

This is not some drunkard
speaking after a couple of shots,
not someone who has had that in lots, but
someone who has drank a part of his spirit,
someone who doesn't shout at life - "I've gotit!", but
someone who has seen life in its entirety,
someone who has tasted the sweetness of spirituality

--sudharm baxi
Another prose, i know, but could not help;
thanks for bearing with me and giving it a read..

My crush crushed with such knack!!

He knew some magic he knew some charm
Out of so many varied tricks he knew
My life's magician mastered this one too

He had a particular knack for this kind of cheat
No devil could replace him from the top seat
He showed such unmatchable skill for that feat

By the time i realized
my crush had shifted gears
My prolonged longings
had become ever flowing tears
All i was left with were
a baby and all the worldly fears

My mind refused to work
my heart still facing quiver
My feelings succumbed to death
my soul died of an unknown fever

Tears roll down my life
Emotions flood my world
Feelings long evaporated
leaving behind a life so curled

No one can find my trust now
none i believe anymore
You squeezed my sweetness
leaving behind a life so sore

Smiles faded
Heart shivered
Memories haunted
Happiness crumpled
Relationship cheated
Sentiments crushed
Thoughts troubled
Spirit dissolved
Tears befriend

--sudharm baxi

Though a sad piece, but i am happy that i compiled this. Another of 3WW, the three words to be used were Crush, Knack and Varied.

With love, for Tej

My cousin and his wife recently received a beautiful gift, a baby that would enrich their lives and open a new chapter in it, his name is Tejraj Baxi (Tej), so this is for you Tej,

Your name carries that
profound glaze..
On your birth no one can
guage our craze..

Life is so beautiful
and you are an example..
Life is full of colours
and you are a true sample..
Life is full of happiness
wish you get that in ample..
Don't let even a slight wrinkle
find a place on your sweet temple..

While getting massaged
the expressions on your face
were a sight to catch..
And those calisthenics
suggest as if a gymnast
getting ready for a match..

Seeing you truly makes one believe
that someone up there is surely an artist
Your dad wants you to be a surgeon
i would rather tell you to be a guitarist

Grow up quickly
and decide on your own..
whether to play chords
or research some clone..

Reach for the skies
but never be arrogant..
Search for the stars
but never be ignorant..
do things in life that
makes everyone jubiliant..

Keep your head high
and the feet firm..
Believe in just one thing
and that is 'Karm'..

with loads of love and goodluck...

--sudharm baxi

What is Victory?

Victory is what i crave for
Victory is what i can kill for
Indeed for victory i can die for

Describing victory is not a child's play
it's not like building castles with wet clay

It is the net outcome of
a wholesome effort
and never-say-die spirit
at every step of the
extraordinarily initiated feat

It is the profound pride that follow
It is the joy that fills the hollow

But there are stories behind
the medal glory and pride curtain
about the life so left out and uncertain

torn wings*
broken limbs
crying mothers
weeping kids
open wounds
closed lids**
dependent life
mourning wife

Past gracious glory is now
nothing but an unending story

Not told to boast off or brag about
but just to re-live that daring life
and savor all those tiny bits of the
praise bestowed for the winning strife
.
.
.
* spirit/ambition
** lesser options in life

Thanks to the 'Winged Victory' photo at EPTAS for inspiration..

--sudharm baxi