Verse Crumbs: Holy Hill

The Holy Mother, know, dwells in this Manger of Piety,

In the woods whose peace, my words labors to explain,

Did the Savior that hath Risen, give this Fall her beauty?

Here my touring eyes retire and in contemplation, I remain.

A visit to Holy Hill that houses the Basilica of National Shire of Mary, to catch the Fall colors, and got overpowered not just by the beauty of Fall but by this underlying peace that was difficult to explain. 

Verse Crumbs: Dinner with comrades

Never a dull moment when comrades dine, 
Never a SafeHouse where puzzles untwine, 
Never a palate ignored by that Lady Terse,
Never enough reasons to send you this verse. 


After dinner with group of great friends and colleagues, at a restaurant called SafeHouse. 

Verse Crumbs - Birthday it is!

A birthday wind was blowing in town,
the night was young in her winter gown,
the scoops got picked and crumbs stranded
from dinner we took off and in Kopps landed.

(Dinner party celebrating one of their birthdays and then icecreams)

By The Flickering Flame of a Beauteous Night

When the fire of revelry let out her first smoke,

When I set forth in earnest without my cloak;

When guarded etiquette flashed her final smile,

When dancing shoes would paint many a tile;

When chiming glasses had intoxication in guise,

When the dancing tribe possesseth my eyes;

Whose hands I clapped, to whose humor I bent,

Through many a name my labored memory spent;

Yet what magic did it weave that I sit up and pen,

With an unexplained urge came these verses in ten.

The author finds an unexplained urge to pen these verses in a set of ten at the end of a musical night of camaraderie.  

"What is this Gowramma"!

Why, o lassie, this eye-liner on thy brow,

Decorates these eyes to an eloquent glow,

Who coloured these precious lashes? ‘Twas I,

Now amidst amorous flashes, my senses ply!

Many a lake parched by the tropical May noon,

My sun-burnt skin pines for the course of moon,

Yet why my maiden, do thou shiver at my approach?

In thy heart’s parlor, did I secretly encroach?

Like the waist-band singing praises of thy frame,

The lamp-glass ornament to the resplendent flame,

These unchecked words, in truth my fair dame,

Are likewise grammar’s  ode to thy worthy name.

Let Cupid lay down his bow and sleep,

Let the Artic snow douse the flame’s last leap,

Let wrinkles and grey manes wither our youth,

May these verses be balms to comfort and sooth!

Why, o lassie, this eye-liner on thy brow,

Decorates these eyes to an eloquent glow,

Who coloured these precious lashes? ‘Twas I,

Now amidst amorous flashes, my senses ply!

The poet was triggered to write this poem when he heard the Kannada song "Enidhu Gowramma" on radio during his drive home. 

This song and the Tamizh version - "Ennadi Muniyamma..." are indeed fun songs to listen to!!