Monthly Archives: April 2011

Falling-Floating

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For once,
Admit to yourself,
Love had no meaning
Lack of hate it was,
Interested we were,
Neutralizing insecurities,
Good idea ? Maybe Never.

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Floating

"Afloat" (source unknown)

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From loving “WE”,to
Losing “OUR” self,for
Others’ thoughts;
Attracted to sinking darkness
Tired of searching reason,
I rest in laps of evil,
Nothing to lose any more,
Giving up on you, I float.

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Prompted @ BTP [ Write about a bad idea , write about floating ] , PAD [ write about falling ]

Also submitted to Poets United [ Monsters]

Come back,will you ?

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From Magpie Tales

desires blossom
seeds of not so random thoughts
grow deep in my head

It was dream, now I know. But I wish I had not been smiling about it still. Friends adorning the flashing images like jewels in a king’s crown. But does my life looks any brighter ?  Isn’t it obvious I was thinking of you subconsciously ? Laughing with a childhood friend on a silly joke , teaching how to make tea for another , meeting two of them for lunch , and suddenly finding myself alone in bed. The dream was still on i assume since i was not in my own bed. I do not want to think about the feeling of being in his bed – he who swore to never return.

pain flows,relished
in the bitter taste of tears
painted in my dreams

Isn’t it foolish to have my joys at mercy of other’s presence. Or is it a valid human behaviour to miss the people we care for. Only if some one cared enough to notice that. I pick each dream and replace the people in them with one from my present. The ones whose thought make me smile – not as good as the dream but at least i know it’s for real.

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Written for Magpie Tales , 3WW , Sensational haiku Wednesday , Monday Writing prompt

Child Sexual Abuse Awareness Month (via Me and My Random Thoughts)

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MUST READ and do SPREAD THE WORD !!

Thanks Bikram for the post and allowing the re-blog !!

Child Sexual Abuse Awareness Month Child Abuse – Signs and Symptoms Child abuse is any form of physical, emotional or sexual mistreatment or lack of care that leads to injury or harm. It commonly occurs within a relationship of trust or responsibility and is an abuse of power or a breach of trust. Abuse can happen to a child regardless of their age, gender, race or ability. Abusers can be adults (male or female) and other young people, and are usually known to and trusted by the c … Read More

via Me and My Random Thoughts

Happy b’day sweetheart

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Joys shared, tears shed,
dreams soared, hearts bled,
hopes born, fears put to death
all this and everything you knew,
you compliment me and my love for you.
what would we be without this truth.

today its your special day and no one would be happier than me – to find you, nurture you and protect till now and to keep doing it forever. Love you buddy , love you lots..

happy birthday my blog. Keep growing strong my dear..

Visit by mother

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Do you think
am going to be
visiting you
once you are married,

same question
different scene
yet amusing smiles
my mother and i.

you fight so much
like am your dughter,
she goes on-
i bundle up in laughter.

well i guess i will come
even if just to see
how you manage a family
without yelling like this.

that settles it for now
and even for ever
like every time we argue
and laugh about it together.

hello people.. Hows you ! I so miss reading your blogs and even catchng up with you. I am good but guess the bed rest doesn’t suit me. Hope to be back on monday. Take cre. And happy easter ! Have a good weekend,

Cleansing act

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Cooking was a passion with both of them. He just took it a step further – burning their negativity, the cleansing act. The dough was kneaded together by both. Lumps of it would be rolled and baked till burnt. Each would tell of the fear, anger or temptation they had the past week. Then it was time for celebrating love – by baking the perfect cake and having it with ice creme to melt away the sadness. It always worked even if they sometimes skipped the burnt bread part !

Written for 3WW

Offline for a while

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I hurt my foot – poor ankle got a muscle teared from the joint and the joint has come bit lose to try moving here and there when I try to walk ! So mother dear has ordered me to be at home under her care [ and of course the awesome food and gossips from her ]. the only dark cloud in this sunny skies is the fact that I have no net access when am at home [ another of mother's rule which will take another few months to change , that too after a mini revolution you see].

So till am offline,

Keep writing good and reading well :)

Will miss ya my world of bloggers !

Cooked memories

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You love your eggs half-cooked and you never ceased to remind me of that fact. Every breakfast of mine including eggs will ensure we have this very conversation ending when I would invite you for breakfast at my place and promise to make it according to your taste. Though you never came, I do practice making half-cooked eggs – perfect enough for me to nibble the corners and leave the rest for you to finish out of my hands.

shadows resonate
the tears one try to suppress;
silence showers pain.

 

 

Finally i managed to write a haibun as prompted by Victoria here.  Ideas for the post from Magpie Tales [image] , Haiku heights , Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Words I love

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words to read
words to write
words to sing
be it day or night.

Give me a book;
sing me a song.

words of smile
words that cry
words that are
always not so nice.

tell me of your good
share with me your pain.

words of comfort
words of rage
words by fools
or maybe a sage

I know you not i think
but your words know me.

words to love
words to breathe
words remain
as I forever sleep.

You will miss me not
but maybe what I said.

 

Prompted @ Poetry potluck[favorite things] , Big Tent Poetry[Write a poem in which you have to repeat yourself.]

When Poetry Makes Sense (via Shades Of Grey)

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Amazing deep poetry .. do read !

“Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disapp … Read More

via Shades Of Grey

Chained here

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Moving on
got a new meaning
the moment
you locked
the doors between you and me
and even lost the key.

Worst of all
you chained yourself
to memory
before me
erasing the years together
robbing me from you.

am not here
not even any place else
finally free
yet bounded
by your fears feeding my hope
with dreams of our sin

Prompted @ OSI [shackles] and PAD challenge [Day 16]

Poetry form  : Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5

Thoughtless words

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You say
whatever
comes
to you
without
thought,
never
bothered
of the
response
it might
evoke
in people
who don’t
understand
the innocence
that makes
your words
a joke,not
a threat;
making
enemies
out of
unknown,
friends
out of the
foe’s foe;
gossips
passed
with your
reference;
cat fights
done and
won too
to defend
not you
but the
words,you
forgot
you said.

 

Prompted @ NaPoWriMo [ day#12 - poem of at least 40 lines that is a single sentence]

Collection of words for BTP

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Big Tent Poetry gave us seven prompts for the week. I chose the following three to be my muse :

Write an ode to a thing you love in nature.

Petals -
dry , bright;
memories kept safe

Petals -
in books
your treasured touch.

Write an ode to a prized physical object.

books -
I treasure
and gift away.

books -
I receive
are never mine.

These are written in Hay(na)ku form. Hay(na)ku  is a 3-line poem with one word in the first line, two words in the second, and three in the third.

Write a poem about drunkenness.

I drink
amused at myself
I can drink
and be amused
by the drink.

You drink
to amuse
others
who drink
to amuse.

The above is a gogyohka. Traditionally gogyohka is a 5-line poetry where every line stands on its own as a separate line too.

Abuses

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once they begin coming out
it’s a wonder they ever stop;
memory tested to hurt best
and verbal prowess for effect
expansion of horizons happen
parents,relatives – all pulled in
the slandering goes on,non stop
the hurt mounts on,and so on
if silence follows,tears fill in the gap
broken bonds lie in sorrow’s lap -
Forgotten for a moment,
bruised for a lifetime.

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Prompted @ NaPoWriMo [ Day 13 - A fast (5 min) poem on something very fast]

Poetry and Illusion

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Prompted @ PAD challenge[Day 12]  to write a form poetry . I discovered Lune on the same site, and the same I tried here.

Kelly lune [5-3-5 syllable count]:
words alone never
make a poem;
make a discovery

Let ideas  be seated
in your head-
now watch them unfold.

This was written for We Write Poem [ About writing a poem]
Collum lune [3-5-3 word count]:

A tragic magician
creates illusion out of evident;
Is God amused ?

God make evident
of all illusion we create;
a tragic logic !

Submitted to 3WW

Queer ways

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why not pay attention
to words, deeds and intention;
rather than his ways;

Rather than her ways
that may appear so queer to you
do you know better ?

Written for Sensational Haiku Wednesday.

And on similar thought, I share the following posts with you :

Celebrate Today , She didn’t change by Amy

and

No Rings by Tasithoughts.

Read , react and reach out to all people alike.

Introduce her

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“It’s not that I’m trying to keep it a secret. It’s not clandestine—not exactly.”
“Then please explain what exactly is it, my dear”, dad said stressing each word while writing another letter,maybe to his publisher.
“I wanted to introduce her to you,but not like this”, I said befuddled at being caught red handed.
“Then how?” he looked straight at me.
“After I was done developing her a bit more,I would have come to you myself”
“You already did a good job, son” he said handing me back the manuscript of my first novel.

Prompted by Victoria’s Monday Writing Prompt
Also submitted to Sunday Scribbling