The First Chance

The First Chance

Homesick people will know
when they find it hard to go.
For whatever reason it may be,
they just can't beat destiny.
Childhood home beckons the heart.
As adults we always move apart.
Still at times we feel homesick
when tedious day plays mind trick.
The smell of home fills the mind
Memories that aren't left behind
Now the first chance that comes by
I'll go home if I could fly!
© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 5
Prompt, write a The First ______ poem.

The Bees

The Bees

The garden is in full bloom-
thorns guarding roses.
Distinct floral perfume,
pleases our hungry noses.
Birds and insects are busy
with a pleasure Spring trek.
Yet the bees seem nosy,
giving each flower a little peck.
They pick the prettiest of all,
with petals most delicate.
Though the bees are small,
they have abilities innate.
They collect the finest nectar
to make the sweetest honey.
A bee is an active pollinator
that doesn’t work for money!

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 4
Prompt, write an active poem.

Busy Birds

Busy Birds

Busy bustle of weekday morning
A break between classes
A yawn followed by some stretching
Putting down sweaty glasses
As I come near the window ledge
The pool sparkles in the sun
A pair of pigeons sat on the edge
Having a serious conversation
They bob their heads in dissent
Preen their feathers to look nice
Coo if they luckily assent
Flap wings in the water to entice
They can talk without words
Argue without any sound
I love to see the busy birds
They never fail to astound

©Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 3
Prompt, write a communication poem.

First steps

First steps

Babies throw their hands and feet
as if throwing punches in the air.
Then they try with all their might
to turn over without any fear
They balance with their elbows,
raise themselves on their knees
put their palms before their feet,
and move forward with unease.
First they crawl as far as possible,
then raise up their hand for aid.
They hold onto whatever they can
and succeed to stand unafraid
The future holds many first steps
if you’re unafraid of a fresh start
Starting over doesn’t mean you lost
if you have courage in your heart

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 2.
Prompt, write a “what does the future hold”
poem.

Portrait of Words

Portrait of Words

Sitting in the warm Spring breeze
I try to draw a portrait of words
The exhausted sky looks at ease
smiling at returning birds
A few twinkling stars in the sky
City lights blinking bright
My shadow is asking me why
my curious feet are quiet
I smile a bit, I stroll and stop
I feel time silently flow
I stare around from the rooftop
While the city buzzes below
I often hear what I can't see
The spirit of silence
Darkness introduces to me
My heart's silent cadence
© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 1
Prompt, write an introduction poem.

What might warm up our hearts?

What might warm up our hearts?

What might warm up our hearts?
Little joys of nature for me
Birds measuring the sky in parts
Puffy clouds floating free
The changing twilight skyline
bright streaks spread far and wide
The setting sun bright clementine
Moon emerging like a shy bride
The squirrel scrambling for treats
The butterfly kissing new flowers
The ants marching on the streets
Dragonflies in summer showers
Nature has abundance of treasure
For those who search little delights
I, for one, seek solace and pleasure
in nature’s simple sights

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge Countdown: T-minus 1
Prompt, write a warm up poem.

Almost Baked

Almost Baked

The little boy loves chocolate
Craves for sweet things
Picks up a shiny clean plate
And tries to pull some strings
All he wants is a big piece of cake
Loaded with chocolate cream
So Mommy's gonna bake
The delicious cake of his dream
The oven smells amazing
The baking is almost done
Can anything be more tempting
Than a piece cake for everyone?
© Taruchaya
2021 April PAD Challenge Countdown: T-minus 2
Prompt, write an almost_____ poem.

Regrets

Regrets

Those unkept words
Unfulfilled promises
Unrealised dreams
Fading memories
Plagued by regrets
We keep moving on
Striving to survive
in limited time and means
Climbing the stairs
reaching somewhere
Spirit dead or alive
Who can tell the difference?

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge Countdown: T-minus 3
Prompt, write a "spirit of the stairs" poem.

The Burning Star

The Burning Star

Light travels faster than sound
The sun brightens the universe
reaches where no one’s around
only heavenly objects traverse
Warms the planets near and far
life thrives in the blue sphere
The indestructible burning star
spreads light everywhere.
At times like a naughty child
plays hide and seek with the moon
The galaxies seem wild
when the stars sigh and swoon

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge Countdown: T-minus 4
Prompt, write a universal poem.

The Bridge to Elysium

The Bridge to Elysium

Seekers searching for bliss
don’t really want to miss
a chance or divine medium
to reach the bridge to Elysium

We pursue what we can’t see
yearn for immortality
dream of a Dreamland
and try to grip slipping sand

Although it’s tough to decide
why grass is greener on the other side
But who is there to blame
All mortals are the same

What we have isn’t ever enough
And the competition is too tough
So at the end of each millennium
We still seek the bridge to Elysium.

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge Countdown: T-minus 5
Prompt: Write a MacGuffin poem.