The Daily Fret~ Quest for Annus Mirabilis

The Daily Fret~ Quest for Annus Mirabilis
Starting 1 March, I shall be attempting the "Daily Fret"; a simple
attempt to look for poetry in the simple everyday. For seconds tick away before we realize a life has been lived. It must not go by uninspired, unnoticed.

This blog in this respect aspires to be a Dialogue, and not just a listening post; so freely comment and participate, its a resonant communique we all crave-You to I, and I to You.

Happy reading.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012


The Bazaar

She beckons me,
Across the street,
Of glowing lights,
And shared strife;
Over the crowds,
That endless seem,
And yet in thoughts,
Lost; unseen.

The wind cradles,
Her tender smile,
And I sway,
Expectations, wild,
That drive your heart,
More than the feet.
Yet sundry calls,
From jostled streets,
Are all somehow,
What stay with me,
And in my ears hum,
As I reach-
To cross the lines,
That were for the world,
But now recognize,
Only me;
It seems.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012


The Cross roads.


The cross roads,
I remember now;
Carrying loads,
Of wilderness.


In memory’s palace,
My perfect room-
And the dreams
That love would bloom,
In togetherness;
And quicken my steps,
In hopeful haste,
Onwards,
To meet and rest.


But now I stand,
Alone and stare,
The home is quiet,
Cold and bare,
The sun’s set,
So I look and yearn,
By the distant,
Lights that burn,
The earths smells 
Familiar,
But seems-
Unknown.


Vertigo,
Is from,
An earthly flight,
That spins our world,
Ever so slight,
So I trace my steps,
Back to the spot,
Where we had met,
But from where I got
Lost, to only learn-
The directions of
A wrong turn.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Karma; Good Lord!!!

It was a dream,
For i woke;
A lull ruse,
That to me spoke,
The bitter gleam,
That did poke,
My dreary eyes,
That couldn't cope,
With the sheen,
On wings of Hope,
That i could see,
As i spoke,
To a ground that came,
Too soon-too close,
And vertigo;
That familiar flow,
Of bile again,
To my throes,
And before i passed,
From rage slow,
To another round,
Of a numb glow,
Your wheel spinning,
A Halo...



(c) Gunveen Sachdeva

Friday, February 24, 2012

Tired Feet




Tired feet's,
Habit to ease,
Another's shoes,
Off their heat,
And shoulders lend,
To passing each,
And befriend,
Their unknown dreams,
Whilst their own;
Tattered piece,
Of life or joy,
Or sorrows meek,
Wait in wonder,
In shy peeks.
For desire drives;
The world to seek,
Oneself at,
A price that seems,
Fair enough-
Lest you leave,
This bargain fair,
And wouldn't keep,
My hopes upon,
A fair mantle piece,
To quench my thirst,
That wouldn't cease;
But drown itself,
In your cluttered heaps...






(c) Gunveen Sachdeva

Thursday, February 23, 2012

The Angel Who Wouldn't Fly




I took my hesitant,
Step and two,
My first walk;
Since I flew,
Always-
And never knew,
What little steps
Are Meant to do.


I looked about,
To think it through,
But such are deeds,
You can only do,
And looking back
In tinted hues,
Colour memories,
A little true...


Those dizzying heights,
I think they knew,
That rainbows are,
Tightropes too;
Over man's heavens,
Across skies blue,
And to a sun,
That burns us through.








(c) Gunveen Sachdeva

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Familiarity Breeds Dissent


Familiarity-
Couldn't be,

Words poor,
So you and me;


Rose again,
So truly
But fidelity runs,
And cannot see-


Faithless lies,
Fed daily
You to i;
And i to me.


Circles that,
Built mostly,
A life some said,
But i truly;


Felt those webs,
Had built for me,
A mask some said,
But i really;


The mirror felt,
To loop freely,
And shattered glass
To say surely


What was built,
Some dream maybe;
Where you were i,
With me as me...


(c) Gunveen Sachdeva


Wednesday, February 15, 2012




Bartering Hopes


It weighed on me,
So i bought a lie;
And thus was sold,
My only sigh.

It went in deep,
And did spy,
Restless hearts,
And souls tied;

With fruitless prayers,
In endless cries;
But a hope remains,
To barter try-

So eyes downcast,
To heavens rise,
For dreams are sold,
And life's the price...


(c) Gunveen Singh