A genre of poetry originated in Italy, Sonnet is a poem of fourteen lines that follows a strict rhyme scheme and specific structure. William Shakespeare being the father of Sonnets, this poetic form is written in iambic pentameter, where an unstressed syllable is followed by a stressed syllable five times. The rhyme scheme in a Shakespearean sonnet is a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g; the last two lines being a rhyming couplet. Though sonnets have come a long way, they still have the charm of an old poetic pattern that’s wonderful to read.
There’s a place inside a heart, That no one knows someone’s keeping, Sitting at the corner enduring the hurt, That takes so long to stop sobbing. The fear to face the world, Unarmed in the battle trembling, An inanimate coward
Atop our heads, we place a special hat, We pull it off and that’s where verse is found. We look to Sklyark’s flight if we fall flat, Then link our words to pictures that resound. The muses visit us and
You lingered in a deep and restless sea, Ostensibly, a man content to be Untethered by the bonds of wedded bliss; Resistant to the charms of every Miss. Simplistic in your chosen way of life, Hard-fast, you vowed to never
Path taken, not the end, End taken, not a real road to travel, The path taken, not the best, Change the path, again, Darkness rings the bell again, The light from the lighthouse missing again, The caravan goes again, Path
Goal is a dream, Strive for your goal. Follow your dreams, Realize your potential. Seize every opportunity, In most difficult times. When faced with impending failures, Do not lose hope. Mobilize your thoughts, Overcome fear. Keep a positive mindset, Shun
I can’t recall the people on the train from Delhi to Jammu. I don’t retain their style of dress, their speech or anything. All I can see is the bob of the telephone lines where roller birds regard the country
I bought a bouquet of rubies for Rose, I thought, ‘how they were young, so bloody red!’ I was in love with love, blinded from woes, A Fool to not see you’d rather me dead. But the day I bought
The simple old man cherished self-determination, For he knew how harsh past subjugation had been; He spent his last days ameliorating his city from within, Restoring harmony by easing friction led to his elation; Hark! The baleful bell of belligerence
A rich man showed up at the pearly gate; The rest for both the righteous and the weary. He thought if there was question of his fate That he’d get in by quoting market theory. “I heard the poor and
A vehicle is here for your review: A 1946 used hatchback heart. Not near as shiny as when it was new, But all the parts are there and it will start. It’s true it needs a lot of body work
I will not let another person tell me Why we’re here from some book from off his shelf, Or buy the stuff some holy Joe would sell me. I’ll try to figure that out for myself So don’t try fear.
Hope is a flower growing in the heart A tender thing that has its roots in stone Hope asks for nothing for its growth to start Except, perhaps, just to be left alone. That bud of hope does no one
When young folks still in college try to find The hottest and best paying growth career But they’ve no conscience, and a clever mind, The experts would suggest they monger fear. You find folk’s fears, then focus on a few:
Trees give so much yet receive so little Our attitude towards them is brittle Have we considered what we do to trees? Or not, I should think, we do as we please Compared to us, they have given us lots
Every lesson, whether drama or art There’s always laughter from us that will part Something funny must have been passed around We’ll try to stay quiet, but still make sound The teacher stops, to either smile or frown They look
Stars are silent and bright, I search your presence in them, all I see is your vivid impression of you, near yet far, I think one day I will hold you in my hand, like these stars with my fist
My love touches no shivers down my spine. Inside her eyes I see no glint of sun; Not one tomorrow waited there in line. Her ways befit that of a disguised nun; Or she could be a rose, a briar
When trophies rained upon my neighbor’s yard, With not a trickle spilling on my lawn, Seems that misfortune fell on me so hard, Through nights of darkness without hints of dawn; Time pelted me with woes that I can’t shake,
Should love be out of mind once out of sight? My love has heart that always beats for me, For close to it am I, holding her tight, I figured this from Grey’s Anatomy; I gave her chocolates: fit for
Thirty five years ago I had dreams galore, Planning and executing my mini master plans of life ahead, Moon-eyed and romantic I entered into wedlock, Holding hands and making promises of undying love, was I Of half a century weight,
A beauty at heart is found, Has become a part of my Life, The access to all my worldly activities is you You leaving me is a dreadful thing, Yet,You wished me to be happy, Never said no to your
If you weren’t a lie I’d eat you whole, Maybe wisen up to the days you stole, But your consciousness is dripping south, So sit up straight and spit the fiction from your mouth, You’re so effortless to behold and
Oh God, you amuse us, you are ever so funny You take pains to make our day warm and sunny; Then you give us the night, soft and soothing as honey Prolific gifts you give us, without charging a penny.
I searched the darkness in my side of night, So marking stars strewn in the Milky Way, Now made familiar by my searchful sight, That no more in the cosmos could I stray; Or will a better chance come with
Most flowery words are designed to gyp, Know that I shun such manner of discourse, My speech proceeds in truth without a slip, With words untainted, coming from the source; My love is as the sea that rides so high,
The spirit flows, Down the aisle of believers, It contorts and goes, Into the hearts of gracious receivers, The reading is a lament, Over a loss of accepted vigor, With which it has departed a certain consent, In the disrespect
Time nary waits for us or for our love: Like rose that wilts, or song that can grow old, Or coals that glow like even stars above, But sooner fade or dim, and can grow cold; Not one thing stays;
Just because your turn has not come, Doesn’t mean there is no future. Even though everyday feels wearisome, You haven’t seen the bigger picture. Don’t compare your race with another, Everyone has a different finish. Switching tracks, shoes, trying to
The flower that now captivates my heart, Become so fond of showing in my dreams, And oh, the sweet ruse that from there would start, Relates such dreamscapes of so lovely themes; Like fireworks that give memories their sheen, Excitement
Rhythm and Rhyme reach the Listener. Put him behind bars and begin to beat. Thoughts of escape, a tortured prisoner, he resists and is met by quick defeat. Possessed by Flow, with no exorcism, he is stabbed with a double
