Gayathri's Prose and Poetry

  A Magical Evening Anna sighed as she strolled through her neighborhood. She had really wanted that macBook for Christmas, but all she had gotten was a small scarf. Well, at least it was from Gucci, but still, it wasn’t what she had wanted. A street light in front of her suddenly started flickering. Startled, Anna took a step back. She then looked around, and realized that she didn’t know where she was. She had been so carried away by her thoughts, that she hadn’t even realized where she was going.  “Are you lost?” she heard someone call out. Anna turned around and saw a girl about her age. Her blond hair was tied up in a messy ponytail and she was wearing a sweater, which seemed a size too big for her.  “Yeah, I-I guess so,” Anna stammered.  “Do you want to come inside?” the girl said, pointing to the house behind her. “It’s cold out here. I’m Emily, by the way.” Before Anna could say anything, Emily started walking towards the house. Anna stood there fo...

 Winter Woes It is the season of studying, While everyone else can curl up in their homes, Sleep soundly ‘neath comfy covers, I must memorise fearful formulae, Learn lessons, draw diagrams, My head hurts, haven’t slept since last month, It’s a dark December, lacking light. *** Poetry Style: Alliterisen A 7-line poem Each line has two pairs of alliterations The rhyme scheme is:                X               X + 2               X - 1              (X + 2) - 1               X - 2              (X + 2) - 2               X (Where X is the number of syllables chosen by the poet; I’ve chosen X to be 9 in this poem).

Weaving Unsaid Stories The woman sat in her special chair, With her beautiful black hair, That flowed in the evening air. The colorful threads she did spin, And added many a pin, Her needle went in and out, out and in. Those painful moments, in her mind, did flash, Her little girl taken away with a lash, But that did not burn her hopes to ash. *** Poetry style: Diminishing Verse 3 stanzas, 3 lines each The last words of the second and third lines of each stanza are formed by the removal of the first letter of the last word of the previous line. (eg: if last word of the first line of a particular stanza, is ‘chair’, then last words of the second and third lines of the same stanza will be ‘hair’ and ‘air’, respectively.) 6-12 syllables per line

  Capturing Changes Captivating cute cries, Cheerful, chattering children, Chanced casual conversations, Compassionate, caring companions— Cameras click continuously, Capturing constant changes, Creating colorful canvases. ***** Poetry Style: Tautogram A poetry form in which all the words start with the same letter

 Fading Away The season of change is here— Autumn. A multitude of hues adorn the trees— Vivid. Tree branches soon become bare— Leaves fall. The leaves crumble, go deep beneath the earth— Buried. A quiet peace settles around— Winter.  *** Poetry Form:

 The Blossoming Meadow Interspaced between the delicate daisies, Pretty purple poppies bloom in the meadow. Across the several stretched-out, vast valleys,  The sun casts its rays down in a warm yellow. The fragrance of the flowers wafts through the breeze, And the entire atmosphere is set aglow. Wish I could be part of nature’s fantasies, Drowned in the sweet voice of the singing swallow. *** Poetry Form: