The Morning Sonnet

I lose my sleep at morning Three Forty Five

Wonder why I woke up in an hour so wee

I climb out of my sheets, and dive

Into my laptop for another stab at poetry

Ideas elude and eschew cognition

The grey cells as if on pills

Still slumber, needing ignition

And a strong dosage of morning drills

To whip out atleast a sonnet

To the hearts satisfaction as a votive

Is the way to start a good day, lest I fret

Being for the nonce my only motive

Two lines to go, one here I complete

And now I commence the day, with joy replete

Greek Diaries

Part 1: Xanthic Shades on the Aegan Sea

Xanthic shades droppeth on the Aegan Seas

The pristine blue waters shimmer

Beholding the beauty, makes me weak in my knees

As the rays of fire slowly get dimmer

The farthest to which my eyes can reach

I discern the sun turning into a little round peach

Ships and boats alike, pause for the ravishing sight

For everything else takes a backseat

To witness the borderline of day and night

On the periphery where the sea and sky meet

The islands stop to flaunt, so does the weary traveler's chaunt

Only the eerie stillness of the water starts to haunt

Time rolls by, it’s a quarter to eight

A spectacle in store, worth the wait

On the far edge of the sky, the whiteness of the smiling moon begins to glow

Darkness envelops, heart skips a beat, the sun begins to sink slow

Preparing to cross the celestial rubicon

Words to describe vanish from the lexicon

The horizon tangents to its circumference

One last bursting gleam of red, to the heart's deference

My ball of love, one last time will you peep?

Before you turn in for your good night's sleep

Part 2: Sunset at Oia

Marbled walls of Azure Blue and Milk White

Fashioning the trademark colours of the Greek Cyclades

Orangish tinge strewn afar by the fire ball diminishing bright

As the starry night sets in, the light slowly fades

Touristy human fragments scattered everywhere, scarcely can one avoid

To catch fleeting glimpses thru eyes and lenses

Photographic disappointments rendered null and void,

Only when the sunset ends, do we return to our senses

Part 3: A Tribute to Hospitality

This is but a simple tribute

I will be candid and frank

The hosts in this city of fame and repute

Rhyme by Rhyme to both of you I thank

My dear Charles and Anne

We embarked on our honeymoon

With hardly any plan

For you were our lovely boon

From the very first step we took in Athens

Right from your Airport Pick-up

Though initially of what to do, we had no sense

From then on there was no trace of a hiccup

With your entire family on the first night's dinner

We were made to instantly feel at home

The restaurant you picked was an outright winner

In the days to come, together we would roam

Next day morning you helped book our ferries in a breeze

Taking a massive weight off our mind

All our worries slowly began to cease

It was simply nice of you to be this much kind

You took us to the famed Acropolis

Taking time off your busy day

Though we were complete strangers in this metropolis

We cherished your companionship all the way

You treated us to yet another splendid dinner in Paleo Faleiro

Again and Again you chose to pay

Though we pleaded & insisted, so did Alexa and Fernando

In this matter, you never let us have our say

A long walk next day in the heart of the city

Anne, you wielded the best of your photography skills

Making us smile and laugh all the way thru your humour so witty

Taking us to Plaka and the best of its pleasant thrills

The evening however rocked by Charles

The pasta, a stunning product of his culinary abilities

It was a welcome break from the traffic snarls

A dinner which could be appreciated only by finer sensibilities

Anne and Charles, you both make such an adorable couple

Your hospitality and treatment was amazing you should know

Seeing you both, negativity from life automatically decouple

Words can't express, to you, how much we owe

With a treasure trove of memories we depart from Greece

Leaving behind loads of love and affection

We are at peace and our minds at ease

You played the role of hosts to perfection

Part 4: Breakfast Woes

Pastas and Salads adorn the daily brunch

Difficult to get by sans the meat

Still without complaints we relish and munch

Grateful for what we get to eat

The clinking of glasses, a chorus of cheers

Fizzle out of bottles, guzzle of beers

Miss my staple bowl of rice

But in the company of my wife its still paradise 

Part 5: Standalone Sonnet

We came to Greece

To get some peace

Our minds are at ease

As we continue to sail on the seas

We roam like busy bees

Not waiting a second to cease

End of the day, we're on our knees

Finally had enough of this please!

Morning munchings of Feta Cheese

Followed by a bunch of grapes, a bowl of berries

Basking in the cool Spring morning breeze

While in the nights we nearly freeze

  

We hop island to island on ferries

All along the way, we make memories

Part 6: Queer Quatrain

      The light slowly fades
As the ferry ploughs thru the Cyclades

What an incredible Aegan endeavor
Continuing even in this ungodly hour