Monthly Archives: April 2012

wo aisi pagli hai …

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This time the image inspired in me a poem in mother tongue hindi .. So i wrote it first and later tried to capture the idea in english.

 

uski har ek hansi ke liye ,
din raat duayein karti hai,
uski har ek khushi ke liye
nit naye geet wo likhti hai,
uske sab andaaz saheje dil me
chup chaap palkein nam rehti hain
wo hasil hoga ya nahi kabhi
uske ek jawaab se darti hai …
kaid ho jaise ik bottle me
gin gin ke saanse bharti hai,
bikharegi ek din kaanch ki tarah
is naseeb se pal pal ladti hai ..
shabdon ke jaal jo bunti hai
ye pata hai ki chot milegi
fir bhi uski baahon me hi hasti hai.

image by Manu Pombrol

trapped in a glass bottle,
the one that might break any time,
she fights her own words,
that predict her teary destiny …
praying for his smiles,
she pens melodies to entertain,
knowing well this too shall pass,
she awaits the welcoming pain.

Lost & Found

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The card came in the morning.”Happy Wedding anniversary darling” was all it read . No flowers , no gifts to accompany it. She kept it on the table and read it every time she crossed it. Some times she simply stopped her chores and read the words. His words. After so many years together , she was not amazed to receive the card. But she knew the words had no weight. She felt a feeling of loss. why was she trying to find a meaning for her life in these words ?

The divorce happenned that weekend. He married her best friend the next.

word-less

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She was busy reading while next to her,he tweeted about her. She checked those after they made love. It made her happy to be his muse. she had no words to express her joys. Words failed to define that sense of belonging. She kissed him and let words stay out.

Feelings

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Some days she feels it all at once -
love , lust , passion , compassion , care , appreciation ..
Then she wakes up to his smiling eyes;
and the feelings gather around her !

some days she feels it all at once -
anger , rejection , disappointments , sadness , regrets , guilt ;
Then she sleeps thinking of him,
and the feelings fade by morning light

You : my beauty , my wealth

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Source : Imgfave.com

I dream of walking on a beach,
hand in hands with you,
picking shells at random,
watching their design blend
in the sand that sinks
beneath our feet,
aware of your sweet scent,
and your breath on my skin,
I walk into the water,
yet i feel the flames
in each glance you throw;
we devise new ways
to play same tricks together
giggles for kisses,
smiles for hugs,
brushing fingers
as we part …
each tomorrow richer,
each yesterday a lesson;
you lead me into love
and into passion you draw me;
flexibly bending my doubts
and turning into a wealth
i feel I own,being with you.

 

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Prompted @ OSI , sunday scribblings , Sunday whirl

Blessed by words – post#600

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When winds refused
to raise the wings,
i grew for years
to help me stay above;
I cut them one by one
dripping blood and tears
and into a shell i went
away from all dear ones.
But words are stronger
then i ever imagined
a golden ray of hope,
I caught for escape.
only words did keep
the promise to stick,
people came closer
and some were let go,
but always did god grant
a special one to hold.
To all those special
and dear ones I raise
a wassil for lifetime
whether i stay around
or decide to move on.
today you people matter
and i wish to keep it so
till we forget our blessing,
and have our dreams lost.

 

This post#600 is dedicated to every one I met in my journey of writing on this page. Thank you every one. Bless you !

A special mention to the love i got from few people in my life that has kept me loyal to my first love – the love for words.
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Prompted @ The Mag , OSI

100% Sure ? ( PAD#4 #napowrimo 5)

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complaints growl in the head
as the probability games unfold;
“he loves me-he loves me not”
love after all is a hyped emotion,
I say to my words and smile
“for this moment,he is just mine”
I need no justification from him
neither would I voice my doubt
“to be happy now,love is all about?”

 

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PAD#4 : take the phrase, “100% (blank);” replace the blank with a new word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem

3WW ( growl , hype , justify )

A dedication post.

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All these years , from the first day we met or the last time I heard from you , I have written a number of lines for you . And yet , I feel that no words can ever express the joy that you give to my heart , just to think of you , to have known you , shared my dreams and fears with you and the fortune to be a part orf your life. To be that part , which you will not forget as long as you live.

Cheers my dearest friends.
To hopes that we meet and smile together again.
To memories to keep the love alive till then.
To the promises we made and wish to keep still …
To pain of psuedo-farewell to keep the feelings alive…

Today and forever.

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Sorry (or not)

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At times, like last night
I apologize for saying some things;
you smile and nod in agreement
knowing well, I never am sorry,
for voicing my thoughts
that doubt my abilities;
but instead am sorry
to not even trust your words
as simple as “I love you”

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PAD#3 :   Write an apology poem, or…   Write an unapologetic poem.

Lined to http://dversepoets.com/2012/04/03/open-link-night-week-38/

Hello Visitors (#napowrimo day#2)

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Hello visitors,
this you know is my dream;
a place I hope you know the limits
and the rules; yet unknown to me.
you show me places and events
that happened not,or maybe could have
some I wish never come true
others I feel I knew before you.
My mind’s state reflected often
my dreams I feel are powerful potion
made of your power of love
fighting my desperation for some.

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Prompted @ sunday Scribblings (Reflect)

Napowrimo#2 : Write a poem inspired by the song that was #1 on the day that you were born. Find it via this page  . Mine was -  The Power Of Love – Jennifer Rush

Apr PAD#2 : write a visitor poem

Need you – National Poetry Writing Month (#NaPoWriMo #1)

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Here are 2 places I am gonna haunt for prompts and reading :

Poem a day

NaPoWriMo

And of course am gonna write too :D

SO here we go :

 
Each week, you return to me
with no new words or messages,
each week I welcome still
with open arms,smiling
at the god’s gift
even for time being.
I tell my fears and secrets
in details,shamelessly
to you alone and spaces
that your kisses leave
between my curses
to you,myself and living,
struggling to be free
of either you or the habit
to need, regularly.
 

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Written for PAD#1 : To write a communication Poem

unwanted thoughts. .

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I remember not
Any of my dreams
Unless they are born
In my heart’s dark,
Taking energy from
Fears of now and past,
The nightmares grow
In mind and soul,
Naked and scared
I stand on a platform
His lips seeking joys
From my bruised skin,
Bathed in alcohol,
He hammers my will
fainting and wishing death,
I cry as he defies me,
My lover stands alone
Helpless, tears scream,
The pain and lost hopes.
I hear my mother pray
And each word awakes
The strength to fight.but
these haunting sights,
I break free not always,
Sometime i even cry,
why i even imagine,
This darkest of times,
eating my hopes and smile,
pushing me steps back
On a race am going to fail .