Monthly Archives: November 2010

Poetry of titles

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Weaving words in my head
a bridge of elemental thoughts
a festival of dream chase,
memory, the forever friends,
inspiration – colors in life,
For life is the muse of beauty.

If i would be some one else,
i prefer the things change not,
Poetry for me is a lesson (f)or lost,
me and blogs,young by God’s grace
a match of head and heart,
road to bliss,reason to smile.

faith i keep,in what i write
ripples of hopeless moments
I let go like,not clasp like outcast,
qualified yet am not,to stand proud
’cause Life is a untiring struggle
am trying,and awarded alike.

This is a poem i wrote from the title of all my previous posts. Dedicated to Netsonix for the idea of this post.

Submitted as part of One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday

And now an announcement of a challenge : Months of a year challenge

Collabrative Write

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One of the best conversation is one which flows without effort – towards new horizons and ideas .. And i have such poetic banter with Preeti often. This is our latest and one of the best talks in recent times -

strangers now : wondering who : you to me : me to you : we to us #gogyohka
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strangers we were : how we met : fell in love : fell apart too soon : and strangers we are again
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stranger we are not though, to feelings that rust my heart, to ideas polluting the mind, a soul sold to cupid
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cupid is not to blame: he’s the excuse we find: he’s not the one who made me love you: blame me and only me
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love is a game, we fell in trap, we could not entertain much, an hence we part #poetry
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don’t call my love a game, don’t call it a trap, its not some entertainment it was how I felt, don’t part away just now..
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i played , i made the traps, only to be lost, in the maze you set, true or not, love hurt us both
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no words to refuse you , none to refuse myself from the hurt, you do not deserve me, no words to tell how less i did
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you lose me here dear l for love is what i never will know ; it eludes me as much as i seek ; so now i just let it be

 

Submitted to Z to A challenge – C

And now an announcement of a challenge : Months of a year challenge

Enemy

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Do not,dare you,
ever think of me
broken- not yet;
not unless i see you lose
in the maze you designed
and trapped me in;
not unless i know myself
how lonely is your end
or the pain you lived in
i sear i can not regret
neither will i pretend.
I hate to hate you
even when you leave
but this wasn’t my idea
you get what you bargained !

 

Written for Z to A challenge – E , Submitted to One Shot Wednesday

Forever friends

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Years of neglect had taken away the shine – rust and dust competed to eat what ever was left of it. But sometimes the substance you put into making lasts all this and more.These are the trophies that never cease to make you proud. Like the few friends you can count never to lose with time.

 

 

 

Prompted @ Magpie Tales

Submitted to Z to A challenge – F , Fridayflash 55

Gogyohka(s)

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Call it lame, or the easy way out, i have decided to make this a Gogyohka post :D

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Poetry i seek
does it qualify me
an apprentice
when will I qualify
to seek poetry

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A gloomy day
a windy day on that
can you not blow
few warm thoughts
packed in your smile

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how can magic not happen,
if you ever loved some one
true or not,long or short,
wasn’t it a fairy tale moment
when the first thought came undone.

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Prompted @ OSI , Carry On Tuesday , Poetry Potluck ,

Submitted also to Z to A challenge – G , One shot Wednesday

and for those who are on twitter, check some of the most wonderful gogyohka poetry here

Hugs

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Often we miss people who are far from us (physically at times and sometimes out of all contact) , but have you ever missed the way you felt when the person you think was around -  ever wanted to be touched again the way that magical moment happened. To bask in the warmth of that hug which moved you most ! The one moment that sealed your bond with the other person – be it friend, lover or your girlfriend.


The tears wiped on the other shoulder,

the bear hugs on surprise gifts and visits,

the understanding “jaadoo ki jaffi(hug)” without reason or time,

the fitting 5 people in place for 3 at night outs,

the talks shared in the balcony of friend’s place in a clear night,

the hug of your irritating teenage stinking brother,

the conscious hug my dad gave me when i left for college,

the farewell hugs(each one was as hurting) ,

the >:D< , the #twugs and so on…

 

like stranger senses work
recreate the memories at will
the voids in heart filled

 

Submitted to Z to A challenge – H , Haiku Heights , Sunday Scribblings

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Inspiration

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Monday knocks with poetry pot(luck)
some well versed, some random thoughts
on sunday (I) scribbled on few of my dreams
and memories’ lot. My one (single) impression
on words we hear oft, all this and more i find
when i reach One Shot (Wednesday)
Three words and an images roll
(thursday)some  tales will be spun
if friday flash 55 is to be made fun
Some times i dwell in the big tent (poetry)
and walk along the (poetry) rally too
Imperfect Prose touches my heart
and yet at times haiku(heights) gives me a start.
how can I ever be out of ideas and words
when all these stand as my blog’s best friend.

By now you must have realized this is a compilation of all the prompts i attempt every week. These are the biggest reason for me not to have had a break till now. Thank you.

Written for Z to A challenge – I

PS : All these prompt sites are linked in my sidebar under “inspired by” section.

Just my Imagination

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Where were you last night ?I  tried to reach you ..
I forgot my cell.
Where did you go ?
I went to a party with a lady friend.
you were with her all night ?
Yes.It was fun.
Oh!
You said Its cool. Right ?
Umm.. NO!
Ha ! Knew that.Was testing you.
So the lady..
Just my Imagination. ;)

Inspired by one of my fav track “Just my Imagination” which also was the first thing i was reminded of from letter J.

Submitted to Friday flash55 & Z to A challenge – J

I “knit”

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Dreams of past
from mind i fish
and color them in
future memories.
some beads of love
i gather silently
patches of tears
i join them with.
I imagine not
what shape i want
nor do i bother
of colors life grant.
I gather when i knit
metaphorical threads
adding,removing
daily ideas in my head.
I offer to all the gift,of
what i make and wear
it talks of wisdom
if you pretend to hear.
I sometimes dread the time
my fingers cease to move
but never will i desert
the yarn that broods.

 

Written for Poetry Rally Week 33 , Submitted also to Z to A challenge – K

Music

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Not always you need words
to express what you feel;
listen to the wordless music
if you do not yet believe.

Let music lead you
to the harmonious world
of beats, rythm and notes,
not always you need words.

trust not just what you hear
imagine even the unreal
ignore not when music talks
to express what you feel.

Words have their instant charm
but it can be attimes misleading
best way to feed your soul is,
listen to the wordless music.

Words have their instant charm
but trust not just what you hear
Let music lead you once,
if you do not yet beleive.

This is a cascade poetry where the lines of first stanza appear as last lines of consecutive stanza. So every cascade poem has the number of stanza as N + 1 where N = number of lines in first stanza.
I have further added a variation to this by repeating even the first lines of all stanza to make the last one

Prompted @ Big Tent Poetry.
Submitted to Z to A challenge – M

Also submitted to Poetry Potluck

Qualified to wed

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Smiling faces with prying eyes,
humor laced words flow back and forth.
The guy appears shy -
the centre of attraction though,
His parents narrating the worth -
education, wealth,family and future,
Her parents look pleased
and curious enough to ask bit more -
Its the girl’s turn now
to be talked of in similar details
education, skills,hobbies and plans -
two kings describing their treasure trails.
All eyes now set in anticipation,
immediately the girl is gestured to come
with a smile pasted on the nervous face
she enters bearing the burden of family name.
The guy gives a hurried look,
one towards the girl,another to his folks
and the decision is sealed,
they did not like what they came to see.
she knows it well -
knew it before she stepped in front
she does not have a pretty face
nor the body blessed with grace.
It matters not,how well she read
or the fact she earned family’s bread -
It was a shame she didn’t look good
all other qualifications were put to end.

Submitted to Z to A challenge – Q

Also linked to 3WW and Imperfect Prose

Ripples

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A ripple per person
we meet as life flows.
A ripple a day,
lets imagine it so.
A ripple for every act
good or bad be it
A ripple for each word
even if expressed silently.
This ripple we create
in life not just ours,
they will live their span
years,days or hours.
The ripples you make
let the good ones run long
and those of hurt and pain
Of them, need i say more ?

Written for Z to A challenge – R

Photo via Flickr/Vince Belford

If you are interested in science, or just curious, read about stone skipping here

“Wh” Questions

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Who am I really ?
When will i achieve my destiny ?
Where will i find the love meant for me ?
Why do things not happen the way I want ?
Whom did i hurt when i lived without care ?
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And the list of questions starting like this goes on endless. But how often do we wonder on “How” ? And more specifically the hows of future ?
From today i pledge to replace every “W” question with a “how” one.

How to define myself ?
How to achieve what I want ?
How do I keep my heart open for love and not otherwise ?
How can I make things work for me ?
How should I apologize for the wrong i did ?

And suddenly I see all answers lie within me. All it needs is to be

- Be true to one self
- Remain honest to others
- Know your weakness
- Use your strength
- Love yourself
- Hate the fact that you “hate something”
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bla blah blah !!! Haven’t we all read such words before ?? How long do we remember then even !! Not unless we need that kick again to rise and shine. I wrote this post as a reminder to my pledge , a cement to my ideas on being productive even in thoughts !

I repeat my promise
that I made to myself
the same person i meet
from other side of mirror -
empty eyes search me
a lonely smile taunts me
and i promise (again)
i will keep you happy
oh yes, i will make sure
you do not shy from any one.

So the last but not the least thought for tonight, Don’t just read or write about what you want and how to have it, ACT !! Make your dreams come true. And if they don’t, have the assurance you tried your best at least.

Written for Z to A challenge.

Also submitted to -

 

You, me and blogs

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YOU, my xenagogue
one i never would see or hear
know i love to read you.

xenodochial YOU,
never cease to charm with words
my ideas heed to you.

A xenodochium
for all of us – bloggosphere,
directions ? lead on !

Prompted @ Z to A challege

Also submitted to Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Glossary :
xenagogue – guide; someone who conducts strangers
xenodochial – hospitable; kindly to strangers
xenodochium – building for the reception of strangers

Read lot of “X” words here

And since this post is about blogging, i thought its the best place to include here my latest award from Jingle :

Poet of September Runner up

Poet of September Runner up

Thank you !! :)