The Jester



Friday, September 13, 2013

Trifextra: Week Eighty-Five

 This weekend ,for Trifextra,Trifecta wants us to give our best example of an apostrophe,in exactly 33 words. defines apostrophe as, “A figure of speech in which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding.”


Here is my entry🙂



The Jester


Vanish!Vamoose!Recede  into oblivion!

I scream at you!

But do you ever listen?

High hopes!

Teaming up with memories

You dance in my dreams

O cruel Past,how you love to jest!


Dancing jester









Drop dead,Gorgeous!

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Four


This week Trifecta wants us to write a piece which has 33-333 words ,using the 3rd definition of the word “Mask” as under-

MASK (noun)

3.: a protective covering for the face


: gas mask


: a device covering the mouth and nose to facilitate inhalation


: a comparable device to prevent exhalation of infective material


: a cosmetic preparation for the skin of the face that produces a tightening effect as it dries

Here comes my submission 🙂


Drop dead, Gorgeous!


It was a busy morning at the well –known salon and when the Police arrived,a crowd of curious onlookers  gathered to gape and gossip.

She stood among them,smiling  furtively.She had planned and waited for this for the last 6 years.

Inside the salon, Julie was nervously twisting her apron,looking at Inspector Harris,who asked,”So,Julie,you are saying that Mademoiselle Colette arrived for her usual bi-weekly facial at 10 a.m.?”

“Yes Inspector Harris,” replied Julie,her lower lip trembling.

Harris nodded,” Please tell us what happened.”

“Well,Mademoiselle took out  the pot of facial cream she always insisted on using and  once I had finished applying the fruity mask on her face,I  drew the curtains and  left her .After about 15 minutes,I heard  a loud crash and when  I entered the cubicle,I found her on the floor writhing and groaning.I rushed out to report to our Manager, who immediately called the Doctor.But,by then she was dead!”  Julie began to sob.

Patting her on the shoulder,Harris turned to the Doctor expectantly.

Dr.Peter glanced  at the beautiful, dead woman and shook his head.”We will have to wait for the autopsy report.”

Forensic report said,” “Death by lead poisoning.” It also revealed that the pot of cream used by the deceased was heavily laced with lead.

Inspector Harris and his team ,on interviewing the highly emotional and excitable Spanish maid of the deceased,found that her mistress  had been buying  the cream from a golden haired,green eyed, Avon lady, who came in twice every month.

 Search for the Avon lady led the police team to naught, for the employee records of the company offices showed no such agent on their roll.

Far away in Paris, at a cemetery,she stood near her brother’s grave.Her PhD in toxicology had served her well.

With tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips, she whispered,”Finally you can rest in peace Bro.She will break no more hearts”.

Near the headstone lay a bunch of fresh flowers,a golden wig and green contact lenses.







Carpe Diem Special- “Releases the moon”

Carpe Diem Special #56, O. Mabson Southard’s “releases the moon”


This week Carpe Diem’s  special requires us to write a new haiku/senryu in the same tone, sense and spirit as the one given by the featured haiku poet of the month,O. Mabson Southard. Southard wrote all his haiku in the classical 5-7-5 syllables-count, so our haiku has to follow that 5-7-5 syllables-count as well.



This is the Haiku O.Mabson Southard wrote-


In the garden pool,

dark and still, a steppingstone

releases the moon.


This beautiful Haiku inspired me to write quite a few -here they are:-)


Silver Orb, dark clouds

Play hide and seek-silently

the placid pool sleeps



Skipping over the

flat stones,the moon stumbles-

falls into the pool.



When moon kisses the

stepping stones,the pool frowns

at this rendezvous



Untangling herself

from stepping stones in the pool

the moon smiles shyly



Fireflies light the way

as the moon gingerly walks

on the stepping stones



The pool’s stepping stones

dark knights in shining armour

Moon’s nightly saviour






Carpe Diem- Momo (Peach)

Carpe Diem #292, Momo (Peach)


Fuzzy,yet it blushes

with each nip,sticky wetness

oozes from the flesh


Flavour of peaches

just a seasonal delight-

Goodbye O Summer!







Trifextra: Week Eighty-Four

It’s Friday and time for Trifextra :-)So what is the challenge thrown out=r way by Trifecta?Check for yourself  🙂

“This weekend we’re asking for 30 of your own words plus the three following words for a total of 33 words.  
Tether Loft Crown
This week’s challenge is community judged.”





You tether my soul

with chains of your  love.

You rejoice-

eyes set on someone new!

Wearing the crown of victory

erases me-


I ache with longing

in my loft of loneliness.






Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga challenge

Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge #13, “just a kiss” by Wabi


A Tan Renga has two stanzas, the first has 5-7-5 syllables and the second stanza has 7-7 syllables. It looks similar to the Tanka, the only difference is that a Tanka is written by one poet and the Tan Renga is written by two poets. (The Tan Renga is a short chained verse, as the Renga is a long chained verse.) This Tan Renga Challenge is a weekly event at Carpe Diem and this week the first stanza of the Tan Renga is by WabiSabi one of the contributors to the daily haiku meme at Carpe Diem.

First stanza (5-7-5)

at sunrise –
no words between lovers
just a kiss                                                               ( Wabi Sabi )


Second stanza (7-7)

passion ignited,waiting
impatiently for sunset                                        (Atreyee)




A Senyru and a Haiga

Carpe Diem’s Freestyle #3

Trying my hand at  Senryu .Hope it is acceptable 🙂

Sudden noise at night
intruder turns out to be
a known face-please no!



I also tried  Haiga.It breaks my heart every time I hear or read about female infanticide,which is shamefully very prevalent in India even today-thus this Haiga.





The Hussy

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Three


This week Trifecta wants us to use the following word prompt, using the third definition and  containing between 33-333 words.

GRACE (noun)


And here is what my mind conjured up,nothing new I am afraid 😛


The Hussy

His handsome face and twinkling blue eyes had a charm of their own. But, he was a Philanderer. Every girl in town knew that. Yet his suave ways made their hearts flutter each time he smiled or flirted with them.

Then she arrived in town. Her class showed in her lady like mannerisms. She was grace personified.

These two were as different as chalk & cheese but fate conspired. They fell in love and surprising everyone and shocking some, got married!

Two years flew by as if in a dream!

One fine morning there was a ruckus at the local inn. A sexy siren had taken up residence in the neighbourhood. Soon, all the men made a beeline to have a look at this eye candy. Their women folk quickly labelled her “Hussy”.

The hussy’s arrival upset the apple cart for the happily married couple. Hubby’s errant heart, was enamoured of the new charms on display.

The wife watched silently-never a word of protest or any un-lady like behaviour.

Then horror of horrors, he did the unthinkable and brought the Hussy home.

Slowly, six months passed .Then, one night, when the wife was away, the Husband was found murdered in his bed, the jeweled hilt of the antique dagger sticking out from his chest, crimson blood dripping from the wound, in a pool.

The police was called in. Though the Hussy protested her innocence, her fingerprints on the dagger and the family jewels stashed in her room, along with the discovery of a train ticket in her name, sealed her fate.

The evidence was conclusive and she was sentenced to life imprisonment.

At the funeral, the widow, dressed in black, looked bereft yet dignified. Everyone admired her courage and the respect for this lady grew every passing moment. Accepting the condolences, her lips moved softly-only her bright eyes, heavy with unshed tears to a casual observer- held a secret-a secret that would go untold, to her grave...