Monthly Archives: November 2011

Against all odds

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This is for the month of November , the 30 poems for PAD , the milestone of 500 posts and for the December month challenge that I will host.

 

The odds are high
high as you make;
make if you really wish,
wish for undying desire;
desire to jettison fear -
fear of being left,
left unread or unheard;
unheard are the words
words that can not;
not mob their way out,
out on paper or text files;
files that find ways
ways to behave as they will;
will you still not write,
write your heart and mind ?

 

Also linked to 3ww

The Place they met (#Story part 1)

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It wasn’t fate that brought her here. It was something stronger than that. As she moved from one chair to another, randomly touching a few with her tender fingers, she absorbed the feelings of people who last sat on these chair. Doubts , irritation , amusement , admiration and common to all was curiosity. She smiled as soon as she sensed him near.

Without breaking her walk, she said aloud, "I was expecting you. Before you begin, I must say, you are a good teacher. Almost all of your class likes you."

He tensed a bit, but was spell bound too by her voice, her easy gait, her slender arms touching this and that , her light dress kissing her more than it should.

With caution he asked,"So you know what I teach and why I called you here?"

She finally turned,crossing her arms in front of her, she looked side ways and said,"No, and thats a surprise. I can not read everything that these objects want to share. As if there is something in this place that gaurds its secrets.you understand what I mean?"

He gave a small laugh and said,"Unfortunately I do, and I can feel it too."

(to be continued ..)

A Fool’s story (#novpad day 28, OSI , Magpie Tale)

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He saw lovers there,
sharing a shy smile,
getting up holding hands,
walking away with pride.

He saw an old couple there
staring at an old album’s page
tears adoring the cheeks
wrinkled with age and grace.

He saw a lonely child there
hiding candies below the seat
keeping a close watch on others
who ask him about the hidden treat.

you would not see all these
or even the red sofa that he saw
Fool you would call him,
and he would call you blind.

55 words of fun !

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“how do I thank you for the inspiration ?” i asked with memories of my posts written well on my face.
G-Man , tha’ts how every one called him, smiled at me and with his usual charm said, “You here for fun, remember. Who cares how and why ? You write and link to me if words are 55! “

 

Thank you G-Man who makes me keep writing some fiction :)

Your words I seek

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Few years apart,

hundred times more in miles

give and take some words;

and you will meet friends

filling my heart with joys

from their memories

and pain of the heart

laced with imagination

beyond my usual power.

Writing with all they have

each line a golden stroke

from the mighty bright sun

to the seeker in me ..

 

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This is dedicated to two lovely ladies whose poetry totally took me on a wonderful ride : Scribbling Gal & Eclipse

whenver we meet.. (#novpad day 21)

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“Love is blind”,
so was said long ago,
“and lovers cannot see”
that drowned my hopes,
to ever be able to speak,
the silence smoldered
the fires,oblivious to my sky
trapped in a planet of dreams,
fleeting glances of  you,
like ice to the my tired feet,
pierced holes of longing
in the soul already battered,
and eyes so devoid of sleep…

 

Prompted @ November PAD (day 21) , Carry on Tuesday , Sunday whirl

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Near yet far

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Lets put to vote,

to say or not,

what wrong goes

creating my woes..

Lets seek a council

i be the pupil

and you my guide

lets begin the ride..

Hands follow trail

of desires so frail

yet lips know to seal

as passion heals..

you and me

not meant to be

yet some how we are

so near, so far …

Prompted @ Magpie Tales (image) , Sunday Scribblings , OSI

The wait #novpad day17

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There been friends
and others too,
feelings expressed
or some times not,
i had words for them
forming lines bit long,
and then you came
like you were meant to,
little did i realize
how much i wanted you
not like the ones in past
a void I did not know,
a need i never recognized,
you my friend, are not a gift
but more like knowing
myself all over again,
throught the journey together,
and finally I can say for sure,
the wait was worth it all …

(Written for a dear friend)

Once upon a thought

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Once upon a thought,
a reckless one that was,
I accepted the challenge
to write for you -
a poem that too !
and that is how I began
challenging myself,
letting my ideas soar,
discovering this new world,
of endless images and words.
The journey goes on,
sometimes passing
the old roads and turns
yet the feelings all new
whether I stay or move.

Life is good

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Keeping it short and still meaning to thank Life for being so kind. I have troubles, but notthe ones to make me sad or maybe I do not consider them worthy enough to be depressed about. I finally have a circle of friends in this city that i term new, though I came an year back. Together they cause smiles , listen when I cry and hug me for no reason at times. Friends who hold my hand and I know all will be well since I have them by my  side. I know people with whom I can spend hours talking – and it doesn’t matter if we are connected via technology or in front of each other. I have a place to live that feels like home. That makes me feel protected and wanted in its folds. I am happy with what I write and more that I read. Glad to finally be among people where ideas flow and words dance their ways around us. Happy even with the events unfolding at home, though a bit nervous for the way they will turn. I am happy, and I am keeping my life happy too.. Well , Life is indeed good :)

This is a warm smile and hug to all who know they are being thought of as I write this.

Love.

funeral song #novpad day 14

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On my funeral I wish,
some one would read,
the lines I would scribble
for my soul to heed ..

some words of love and care
to the ones who would miss,
to te few lovers I had,
a phantom hug and a kiss..

some nightmares i would grant
to the ones who trouble my kin
and lastly I would move on
with a song on your lips..

Care to share my last words
even when last has passed,
I wish to hear it for myself,
and only then will I depart ..

Obsessions

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He was used to run from love and the person of attention since he could never make space for anyone except himself in his life. It takes a lot more than conviction to stand in front of some one and make promises that are supposed to last.

She never expected him to stay but neither to leave like this – without reason or time. she had hoped the pain will fade with passing time,she and her life will take turns looking at the positive side of the break up.

They were both right and as much wrong. Their rigidity with the ideologies kept them apart forever but  never out of each other’s hearts.

It was not a happy end as you can imagine, and that specially made them proud of themselves.

like seasons around you,
let your mind differ from heart’s words
rest your obsessions

 

Prompted @ Creative Copy challenge  and Haiku Heights