Monthly Archives: June 2012

Seasons

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how as a kid
we learned of seasons,
food , clothes and sports -
different for each one;
until science created for us
all-round-the-year stuff
and stretched some seasons
into others;
natural it isn’t, nor so it feels,
with seasonal out of fashion,
everything seems so routine.

 

Margo asked us to use a summer image for poetry. and sadly I could not think of any distinct summer image. while snow makes it obvious winter symbol , what do summers bring us except heat and lot of sun ? considering the pollution and decreasing forest areas , do we really witness that long winter ? or the harsh winds last long ? and thats why this post.

Also linked to Monday Melting

Ah ! Poetry ( poetry compilation )

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About the Book:
We hail from a group called Ah! Poetry. Poetry being our faith and trust us we did make it simple to understand, we offer you 165 poems written by 55 poets across the country and beyond.

Reflecting different genres of poetry—Be it archaic or the evolving styles or the free verse.

About the Author:
Fifty five members of the Ah! Poetry [an online community on Orkut] have served their best to those who’d love to feast on poetry. A layman or a professional, this book is for everyone who loves the written word.

Readers in india can buy the book directly from
http://www.dialabook.in/books/ah!-poetry_1_20836.html

Grab a copy and let me know your feedback on any poem you love !

And when you buy, I would tell you the poems I wrote in there ;) they are published with my real name .. Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone

A happy note

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She woke up to find the cell buzzing with his message. She did not have to check to know it was his message or what it would read. She decided to reply by calling him. He was not surprised. his favorite song played in the background – the song she had never heard even a line. He did not say a word after hello. She did not ask anything till the song got over. Silently she kept the phone and typed a message. The sweetness of the morning was too much to be disturbed with words. The day began at a happy note .. Both in her ear and her heart .. Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone

She – Me – she

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she felt like wine
mixed in blood of life;
She felt so high
like a kite free in sky;
She fell like a wave
on the sea shore of life
She rode it next time
she thought she got to fly.
She broke into a song
when world made her cry
and walked bare foot
on sands of wishful sighs.
she was all places
both dark and bright
she was all feelings
ready for another flight..
she was this and that
and here and there
and so much more
that I dare not share,
but why would I bother
who she was or would be
even if i know in heart
She was me,she always would be.

If Only my love ..

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If only I didn’t love you ,
I would let you free my love,
to scale new heights each day
beyond the skies that lie above ..

If only you didn’t have me
to look back now and then
to hold my hands and walk,
ever consider this option ?

If only I dare not confess
I am gonna be your shadow
will you not be lonely my dear
in the early success that glows ?

will you have me pave the way
for you and me to immortalize
or tread alone, refusing love
guess I have to wait for time.

Wait

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What do I wait for,

do i really know not,

the unsaid remains so,

some feelings don’t grow.

Why did I wait so long

when signs clearly told

it was no good to hope,

you I could ever hold.

Why I could not stop

these lines to show

what I hide from all,

who I still wait for ?

Guess its not my call

to decide and move on;

I shall never be home

unless you mark me yours.

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Prompted @ OSI.

submitted also to Open Link night.

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Image source : imgfave.com

foolish or proud

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I do not know when and where this feeling got its root in my head but I never could ask some one to accompany me for a walk or shopping. If i wanted , I would just go ahead with it. This habit became more like a definition of me when a dear Friend got em going to movies alone and I so much loved them that way.

 It never felt odd initially till lot laters when I shifted to noida. for some reasons , I felt people did not take it as casually here if you are seen alone for shopping or movies. Maybe It is my assumption. But i did feel a little odd at times. If it was just for movies or shopping , it was ok. But it became a habit of NOT asking some one when I had to go out any where. Be it near or far , I adjust my schedule and travel times so that I can reach back home by 9. I do not like some one dropping me home. I would rather not go out than expect some one to bother about my return. There are not many people to whom I can ask rightfully to accompany me some where.

 

Some people think am too proud. Few think i am foolish to try to do everything on my own. for me , its just a precaution and necessity that I be able to function any where on my own – with friends or alone.

Poetry therapy.

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Crash. Burn.Exhaust.
tears I submit at her doorsteps;
Bruised.Crumpled.Crouched.
the spirits lie split between head and heart.
She knows. She understands. she cries.
Words.Feelings.Blank.
thoughtless I wander back to her;
Tired.confused.Wordless.
she hands me to word thirsty pages.
I write. I rant. I cry again.
She saw me feed pain. She saw me bleed poetry.

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This is dedicated to my mother who recently put up with all my mood swings and relentless questioning of myself and life. finally she asked me to write instead.  I was amused to note that even she realized nothing would cure me better.

 

Prompted @ Sunday Whirl

Also linked to Open Link Night.

Intezaar ka rang , Izhaar ka rang

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(This is a hindi post)

pyaar ka ek aur rang aaj chatak kar mere upar bikhar gaya . Kisi ke izhaar ne mere izhaar aur ikraar ke khwaabon ko hawa de di . Jitni baar ye dil kisi par aaya  , iske tootne ke dar se zubaan khaamosh rahi . kabhi khud se darti thi , kabhi duniya ki baaton se. Fir us se mulakaat hui jisne har dar se ladna seekha diya , siwa ek ke. aaj bhi khaamosh nazron se aankhein churaata  hai dil. Ek awaaz wo de , duniya ko bataye ki maine apna saathi dhoond liya .. aise hi din ke intezaar me dil aahein bharta hai .. tab tak doosron ke rango se khel karta hai …

Mere intezaar ka rang gehraata hai , izhaar ke rang ki fariyaad karun ??