If he met me today!


Looking in the mirror I see my father’s eyes

Looking inside my heart I remember daddy’s lessons

Feeling his loss, I write a song for dad, honoring him

He is gone from my life almost twenty years now

But I still carry him in my being with his DNA embedded into mine

I adjust my thoughts, my behavior always thinking, ‘What will he say’

If I ever fall short of the high standards he ingrained in me

The way to show my respect, to honor my father, I believe

Is to be the daughter he would have been proud of, had he seen me now


Written for dVerse poetics. Today Punam is the host. Write about fathers, incorporating at least three titles from those given below.

1. Dance with my father: Luther Vandross

2. Song for dad: Keith Urban

3. My father’s eyes: Eric Clapton

4. Papa don’t preach: Madonna

5. Daddy lessons: Beyonce and Dixie Chicks

6. Color him father: The Winstons

7. Daddy could swear, I declare: Gladys Knight and the Pips

8. Baby father: Sade

9. My old man: Mac Demarco

10. Father to son: Queen

11. Papa, can you hear me?: Barbara Streisand

12. Daddy’s hands: Holly Dunn

13. My father’s house: Bruce Springsteen

14. Papa don’t take no mess: James Brown

15. Your daddy loves you: Gil Scot-Heron

Written for dVerse poetics- In the name of father, hosted by Punam this week.



dVerse- Quadrille- Shift

Shift is the word to fit into your quadrille this week. There are many derivatives to dabble with.


Winter went missing a few weeks ago

Summer came roaring in to take over

Now with Ramadan approaching

There has been another shift in the weather

As rains have been sent our way from the heavens

To make fasting easy for the devoted faithful


Word count; 44

Written in response to dVerse-Quadrille # 172, Shift, hosted by Mish this week



When you are strong……

Re-Sharing this poem for dVerse- Poetics OLN

When you are strong 
Then people take you for granted
They choose to ignore your pain and hurt
Thinking that since you don’t complain, you’re okay

When you are strong
You don’t ask for their help
Or cry tears of frustration when things go haywire
You struggle on your own, tackling problems
With resolve and determination to do it your way

When you are strong
Those near you need to see those unshed tears
That glint in your eyes but don’t escape
They need to look closely and see that you struggle too




Of inspiring places and spaces

I urge you to write the poetry of the places and/or spaces which inspire you the most.


There’s a space that’s only mine

A place that I keep solely for my thoughts

Inside my soul resides my muse

The one who inspires me to write poetry and prose

She’s always ready to inspire my brain

Supplying ideas for me to expand upon

With gratefulness, I protect my special space

And share it only with my beloved muse


In response to dVerse poetics challenge, hosted by Ingrid this week



A Gasp- Quadrille # 171

A sudden drawing of breath

A gasp of ……. Wonder and delight

How is this possible, and how now?

Something you imagined or dreamed

Comes true in a blink of an eye

Leaving you flabbergasted, amazed

Can good news be a source of anxiety too!


Word count; 44

In response to dVerse- Gasp, hosted by Wismygizmo



For friends who became family

The Challenge

So for today’s poetics challenge, which is very simple, I would like you to pick an opening line from a blogger friend’s poem (with due permission/acknowledgement) and use it in your poem on friendship. Please use the line as it is anywhere in your verse. The form/style/length is up to you.


Being the only girl among my siblings, I’ve always missed

Someone who would understand my predicaments, my woes

In my tender hearted female friends I found what I’d been missing

Our friendship deepened so that now I consider them as family

When I write they read, give their honest opinion to encourage

In their comments I find both the courage and desire to continue

I tell them with gratitude in my heart that,

When I read your words and there is surge of awe

Of how well you read my deeper thoughts hidden in my writing

Of how preceptive you are about things I don’t even express

They say that men and women are from different planets

I wouldn’t go that far but I do say that only a woman can understand

What other woman is feeling and thinking completely

I thank all my female friends who are like sisters to me


I count not only my real life friends as my family but also these remarkable women that I’ve met in blogosphere among them as well!

I borrowed the opening line from the poem of our host Punam for this poem with her permission.

Written in response to dVerse- friendship hosted by Punam this week.



Half Moonlight

My photo

Today, let’s write a haibun that references Mezza Luna, or half-moon, however you perceive it.


Moon in all its dynamic phases and forms holds an attraction for us humans. If the moon is shining in the night sky, our eyes are pulled towards this again and again.

Human fascination with the moon is not unjustified for it is after all the cause that the earth is able to sustain life, it’s the reason that we have our atmosphere still intact around our planet. We have devised many names for this satellite, our constant companion in most languages and cultures.

Winking slowly in

A conspiratorial light

Half moon, teasingly

Secrets are shared

Things we both know but keep mum

You or I won’t say


Written in response to dVerse- Mezza Luna, hosted by Frank



Musical notes 🎶

Hello Dear Poets;

Welcome to Quadrille Monday here at dVerse. This week I’d like you to take any meaning, form or compound of the word music, and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the prompt word.


A broken china cup sitting outside in rain

The raindrops filling it and striking it’s broken rim

Creating a melodious music, a rare tune by itself

Join in with a little hum, a small ditty sung

An afternoon concert arranged by nature for you!


Word count; 44

In response to dVerse Quadrille Monday # 170- Music, hosted by Linda



dVerse Prosery Monday- Not this year

“This year’s a different thing, –
I’ll not think of you.”

from Charlotte Mew, “I so liked Spring”


On 11th March, we celebrated your birthday, all four siblings. Sometimes we tried to surprise you but you almost always found out as you knew that it would be beyond us to forget that special day.

A couple of weeks after your 74th birthday, you had a stroke. It happened late at night on 1st April. At first, I thought my brother was pranking me but I immediately realized that he wouldn’t do anything so cruel. You passed away early morning the next day.

It’s been 19 years since then. Every year I think This year’s a different thing,
I’ll not think of you.”
But every year on 11th March, you’re in my thoughts and prayers.


Word count; 116

Written in response to dVerse Monday Prosery prompt by Merril