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Triolets 4

And they keep coming! Here's another varied selection of them. Bhargavi Subramaniam, your mail went to the spam folder and was deleted by mistake. Could you send it to me again, please? Thank you.

For details of the competition, please go here.

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I keep running to the loo

Since I read the magazine in the noon,

For am guzzling water like a fool,

Since I read the magazine in the noon.

The room's a chilling igloo,

But to keep my skin glowing like the moon,

I keep running to the loo

Since I read the magazine in the noon.


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Love - 'Under the Sky'
As a star falls under the sky – Prussian blue,

I make a wish for us two,
That we stick for all life – like glue,
As a star falls under the sky – Prussian blue;
A song in distant, comes from a heart so true,
Singing of a love, he never could woo,
As a star falls under the sky – Prussian blue,

I make a wish for us two.

Melancholy - 'Not in mood so bright'

Elegy I want to write,
For am not in mood so bright,
Give me words all trite,
Elegy I want to write.
No! Triolet I cannot write,
For it needs humour, light
Elegy I want to write,
For am not in mood so bright.

-Deepika Patil

Entry fee: Fed biscuits to a few stray dogs in the locality and
brought in lunch for my colleague, so that she could catch-up some sleep due to a late night flight.
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Unknown Horizons

Beyond horizon is where my eyes ache to see
the unknown, yet wondering if its known
and contemplating if it is where I want to be
beyond horizon is where my eyes ache to see
for that's where i smell joy and glee
away from the trifles I have borne
beyond horizon is where my eyes ache to see
the unknown, yet wondering if its known.

In Unsung Merry

Merry writ large on her face
shoving away any signs of distress
as he pulled her into a warm embrace.
Merry writ large on her face
knowing fully well this was a disgrace
yet sinking into his caress
merry writ large on her face
shoving away any signs of distress.

Churn of Emotions

Crimson red, the sky turned
subtely indicating the arrival of night
as her heart ravageously burned
crimson red, the sky turned
while in her emotions burned
as the woman within her rose in might.
Crimson red, the sky turned
subtely indicating the arrival of night.

Streaming Joys

Meandering through the bushes, gurgled the stream
the air resplendant with chirps and glee
for with happiness it seemed to gleam.
Meandering through the bushes, gurgled the stream
radiating in joy with the subbeam
for, it knew, here is where it meant to be.
Meandering through the bushes, gurgled the stream
the air resplendant with chirps and glee

- Sindhu Kalyanasundaram

Entry fee: I helped an old woman behind me in a queue by asking her to move ahead of me to board a taxi as it was freezing cold and I did not want her to stand out for a long time.

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I want to bake a cake
And make it special for you
Though I donno how to bake
I want to bake a cake
And would like to have it at lake
When I sing "Happy birthday to you"
I want to bake a cake
And make it special for you

- Loga Balasubramanian

Entry fee:
Opened the door for a stranger with grocery bags

Comments

bugs said…
I have emailed it to you once again!!Lemme know if it gets lost or something..Thanks!

Bhargavi
SUR NOTES said…
hey, dont want to break the rhythm of the triolets -but you mind taking up a silly, but somewhat fun tag?

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My mother used to say,
"Why should I waste a minute?
Why should I waste a day

Doing the things I ought to
Simply because I should?
Now that I'm fifty-seven
I'm done with that for good."

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Trapped in some thankless chore
Just as she might have been at
Fifty-three or fifty-four

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(And I have to bite my tongue)
That if you mean to learn a skill
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