A letter from angel !

I knew you not more than your name

guess,even  for you it was the same;

yet you sent for me a letter that day

in times when fashion is to call or  mail.

Life was not treating me great, you knew

was it reason enough for that letter from you ?

With what authority did you decide to write

all those harsh realities and the inspiring lines ?

Was it your words or the faith you instilled in me

that i cleared all hurdles that came into being !

To that letter and you, i will forever owe

my first success, my pride for my first job.

You were the angel to me,not just that day

but every time i needed,your words were there.

all thanks to the letter you wrote to me

and the fact that it was well responded.

Prompted at OSI and Sunday Scribblings

Also submitted to One Shot Wednesday

Lonely without you

Wearing your favorite shirt
i lie alone in the bed tonight,
from miles away we recollect
memories etched in the mind.

the molten kisses on cold skin
the muffled and muted cries
the images make me so lonely,
i keep turning sides all night

the way you wrapped me tight
in your warm and loving embrace
has left its phantom feel on me
something i don’t want to escape.

distances are just a reminder
of the passion that only we know
and what finally i settle with is
our love that makes the bonds.

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday

Thoughts

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Preponderance of thoughts
and none to pen right now;
search or create the muse,
this has to be done,but how !

Life, love, pleasures and joys
don’t we all seek the same things
tears, disappointments and pain
of these too we are forced to sing.

Should dreams be kindled tonight
or memories be allowed to play,
should words paint a rainbow for me
or hopes will mercilessly be slayed.

Ah! this hopeless clutter of words
the entangled web of random moods,
they actually are a source of this poem
and it so seems,they prefer it this crude !

Prompted at

One Single Impression and Sunday Scribblings

That book

Gone with the wind.. on my to read list…

now i refuse to read

the books you suggested

brilliant they might be

yet tainted with your memory

they sadden me deep ….

Submitted to Friday flash55

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when she rode

With gentle steps she entered home,praying not to be seen by dad.

“I saw you.Learning to ride on the beach” she suddenly heard him shout.
“I was just..” she tried to speak in vain.
“Do you have any idea how it looked ? a girl of your age doing something like this ??”
“But I only ..” she was cut off again.
“Vulgar !! that’s the word. you hear me !!”

And this went on till she started to cry hard and promised not to ride again. Her brother never even tried to learn and she actually rode it. But she knew she would not get any praise for that.

The bicycle was anyway sold next day.

Prompted via Thursday Tales
Submitted to 3 word wednesday
Image Credit to AtXU

For Life

Nightmares,

dark shadows,

blood stained

walls and floor,

these are not

just illusions

but her overt fears

which she fights

amidst tears

and clenched fists;

waiting to end

the ordeal

with smiles

and not her life.

So many of us are haunted with past or present fears/events. This is for all the brave women who ended such life to live a new one not succumbed to it.

Inspired from Sunday Scribblings

Prompted also at One Single Impression

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The docks

She loved her “long umbrella” ! she did not know why people called them docks. Every time it rained, she came running to the docks and spent hours under them. No one knew she feared rains on her head. People would laugh at it. Wasn’t she supposed to be unaffected !!  She was a fish afterall.

Prompted at Thursday Tales.

Also submitted to Friday Flash 55

Image Credit : BulletsAreScen3

Love’s bane

Amidst lies

the heart dies;

tepid hatred flows

love’s bane ~

an acrid life.

Prompted at 3 Word Wednesday

Balloons

All preparations were done to celebrate his life : Italian food, yellow flowers for the decoration, a chocolate cake and dozens of balloons. It would be 10 years he was gone to heaven so the balloons for the skies. Maybe they will reach him.

Prompted at Thursday Tales

Image Credits : GozDeCyp

Road

I prefer my poetry/fiction to talk rather than myself. These days,most of my free time goes in writing and reading. There is a new style of poetry gogyohka that i am learning, apart from practising haiku daily on my twitter page : Nimue_

Here is one entry of each style :

The road

to my heart

closed down

after

you left..

The roads to my heart

opened to none but for you

broken now like me

Prompted at Sunday scribblings & One Single Impression

Nightmare

Lock it deep,
block it forever,
Poke it never,else
choke you,they will
all just in dreams.

Prisoners they take,
slaves they do make,
in your fears they live,
to you,tears they will give.
all just in dreams.

repeat them not,
heed to them never,
remembered if ever,
pretend to think not
all for your dreams.

dream,live,play but dare
you make rulers out of
your worst nightmares !

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday