Monthly Archives: August 2010

In line

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I know i stand in line
and don’t have any say
but i pretend it’s fine

For bit of sunshine,
to prickle down my way
I know i stand in line

Is love never to be mine
hopes grow and die each day
but i pretend it’s fine

don’t you again assign
to break me like clay
I know i stand in line

Either mortal or divine
each does my soul slay
but i pretend it’s fine

Give me just one sign
life forever won’t b gray
I know i stand in line
but i pretend it’s fine

This form of poetry is  Villanelle (Click to learn more about it)
Prompted @ Carry On Tuesday
Also submitted to One Shot Wednesday

Faith

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“Face of faith changed for me”

Faith. The word inspires varies emotions in my heart , mind and soul. Faith on your family not to desert you; on the love you thought will never let you feel low;on the friend you never knew could make you cry so much;on yourself whose real power you never can fathom unless forced to.with every person, it changes its face, meaning and extent of its being between you and the concerned person. Strangely, it never leaves you even when broken. for long you keep searching reasons for its loss, searching for either excuses or ways to hurt it back. so where does this leave us ? when even you can betray the faith you have on yourself, what keeps faith living ? Answer is different to each individual.  for me, the faith people instill in me and keep on me keeps me working to preserve it. what keeps your faith safe ?

empty eyes;torn hearts;

faith only let life find place;

the resurrection.

Prompted @ Sunday Scribblings & 6 word Saturday

Submitted to OSI and Haiku Heights

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Festival

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“Festivals away from home;hurts lots”

Written for 6 Word Saturday !

is a festival

meaningful just for the cause;

but does not teach love

Written for Haiku Heights

Also submitted to One shot Wednesday

About the Image  : This image is used to depict the indian festival Raksha bandhan celebrated among siblings (a brother and sister mostly) but in a way it promotes brotherhood among any two people celebrating it with each other.

Transition in Love

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They both felt the strain; the effort not to stumble. It was a tough phase of transition from long distance relationship to living together. They were walking on two ends of a broken bridge – holding and balancing each other. It was either doom or glory. She grimaced but then smiled. Love conquers all.

Prompted at Thursday Tales & 3WW

Also submitted to Flash55

Image Credit : mjagiellicz

Of head and heart

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Learned first about Pantoum here and found it a good challenge to try ..

In the dead silent night
draping darkness around
“what’s going wrong in life”
i sit and wonder this aloud;

draping darkness around
i try to listen to my heart
i sit and wonder this aloud
“this better doesn’t last”

i try to listen to my heart
it has been silent for long
“this better doesn’t last”
reasons are always wrong.

it has been silent for long
this battle of heart and head
reasons are always wrong
no matter what happens in end.

this battle of heart and head
“that’s what going wrong in life”
no matter what happens in end,
In the dead silent night.

Written for One Shot wednesday.

Zindagi

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(This post is in hindi ! Might translate to english soon. Till then sorry to ones who do not understand hindi )


Tu kahan rukti hai
laakh main thak kar gir jaaon
tu kahan meri sunti hai
laakh main ro loon ya chillaon

Tujhe maloom teri raah
fir mujhse raaz kyon rakhti hai
tujhe pata tera jahan
fir mujhse chori kyon rakhti hai

Kya main koi gair hoon
jo meri tujhko parvaah nahi
kya teri karzdaar hoon
jiska tujhko koi ehsaas nahi

jo bhi hai tu, jaisi bhi
meri zindagi hai,aur rahegi meri
tu maan mujhe mehmaan
mujhse hi bandhi hai shakhsiyat teri.

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Imagining love

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Again, with a new excuse, new hope,
building for me, a new resolve,
imaginary exchange
words,wishes,ideas,
i create,for me,
wondering when,
i can stop
loving
you

This is a dedication to every love that died being nurtured only by one of the two hearts involved.  The love that had to e buried half way through. The love that could be, but never was …

Prompted @ Sunday Scribbling

Submitted also to One Shot Wednesday

First learned Nonnet from Leo’s blog here

True Predictment

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As she woke on the sea shore, She could feel him around,laughing feebly on her,drinking her beauty, and the goodbye kiss – her first and last with anyone. Silently she walked into the rising waters and was gone forever. she was predicted to kill her true lover. She did just that, though unintentionally.

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Prompted @ Thursday tales and 3 word wednesday

Also Submitted to Friday Flash55

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