oh’ slip of paddle

About a course of mile 

crossing after 

shiny bed of mosses

narrow steep of 

fresh corner algae

sticking proudly

on black saddle.

Today’s chore 

has come to end

heading towards 

 way back to nest.

Mesmerized by 

 your giggling face.

throwing your leg

out of your cradle.

Your presence 

faded away

this picturesque

world in my head.

I could stay little long

until found myself

motionless on street

stuff scattered around

mud on clothes

twisted ankle.

Oh’ slip of paddle

played culprit

unison in rain.



Zest of melody

No matter from where it comes

as long as  matches rhythm

through ear to my heart

jounce me up in air.

 It’s magic so charismatic

moments full of beats

 every step a new move

until I am tired as dead.

Hands walk across wave

lips try to match zest

shiver of goosebumps  

in a moment I lose me

while catching myself in.



I am no responsible,

for your perception.

What my fancy turns out,

I am in charge of my words. 

So when you proclaim,

about inception of my story,

Let me tell this, 

I play with words,

as my best companion.

Ain’t require no modifier,

just as plain as you arrange.


With love! To my Opa.


In this new village

several unlike faces,

Eyes started rolling

from one to another,

A face so peaceful

found it little odd,

Watching the crowd

saying less than all,

Became my quarry

for rest of evening,

A yen to  glance

for the love of moment,

An effort to reach

gentle touch of your palm,

Thus your silky wrinkled hand

clutched me from distance,

Tried myself to be open

dearth of words,

or say they are overrated,

We made an agreement

so you speak my brogue,

and I soak up your expressions,

My days get better

with glimpse of your smiling face,

You are, will be my only friend

every time I look around,

So don’t turn back

not to leave my hand,

Stay for a while

as are still untold stories,

laying in your self,

a letter on desk waiting to be send.

I long to listen it again,

as you say,’she is my lil girl’

Let melody in your voice

be my companion one more summer.

© ikbenmanisha25

(Dedicated to my grandpa, who is 91 years now)