There are
t.i.m.e.s.
long pauses,
forgotten seconds,
when only exist -
you and me :
the crowds vanish,
and the voices,
the thoughts hush
my heart beat,
awaiting
if better words
and sighs
would escape;
and all that
I call forward
is LOVE
"my love"
a world of
selfish dreams
and butterfly
desires;
unfurled over you
showering
more love
I hope.
Monthly Archives: July 2012
When a woman loves
When a woman loves,
a song I heard one day;
and never knew how I would
relate to it in some way …
I remember not
the signs it detailed,
or the actions of the
lady in love, as singer says;
All I now am left with is
the faint melody
and the fragrances
of that love filled memory.
Those were the days
love rested in words alone
and today I stand
in arms of some one my own.
When a woman loves,
she might just act like me
or do I love and pine
like any woman in love would be.
.
This poem is inspired by another poem of same name by Blaga.
Be Smart, Stay Safe
Some self-defense tips and ideas suggested by Delhi girls, Nimue and Bindya Malhotra:
Never going out alone is NOT an option for any one. Specially in these days when most of us work outside home town and live alone. But going safe always is. And here are few things one should keep in mind :
- Always inform some one where you are going and the time you would be back.
Just a reminder to all of us .. Stay careful , stay safe ! Please do pass it on ..
Lady in black
dressed in black,
Poised to ignore
as well to explore
A possibility
Of love
A thought
Yet of no hopes;
I imagined her tale
Getting random
With each strand of hair
That frees itself
As she shakes them
Rejecting my glances
Mocking my desperate
State
- I miss you, friend -
Shadows haunt my happiness,
a shade no one can see;
the joys plenty in my lap
tainted by my own wishes.
the tree studded paths
I walk holding love;
but the air is different,
also the filtered rays above.
Each laugh freed in day
returns with a memory
that steps into my heart
and stabs before going away.
Am not sad,if you ask
neither have been happy so
I am just missing the friend
the best,the one I need always.
Linked to OSI
she : my poetry
Once she slept,
undisturbed,
uncalled,
unknown.
the echo to my voice
subdued by time
waiting for
one spark.
*His words lit the fire
paved the way
in 41 steps
she won.
Proudly she cheered
my every word
each tiny mark
of my mind.
On canvas of life
she swirled
and rained
like colors.
On an empty heart
she created castle
and prince
and farewell.
In fabric of time
she shone brightly
like my owned
rubies.
she was once forgotten
today she forgets
what I was before
who I would be next.
She , the ultimate poetry,
she the everlasting,
she the beauty,
I bow to thee.
This post was prompted @ dVerse where the idea was to write about poetry. This is the story how my voice , my poetry gained a foothold in my life.
* Refers to my poetry mentor who inspired me with writing 41 poems one day. And every one was as brilliant as the previous one 
Think and speak
"there is another person,
deep inside our hearts;
who doesnt’t let us stick
to our designed parts."
you said this as we talked
and there my thoughts halt;
so this is the person
whose words we first hear
and with most loved ones
we chose to defensively differ ?
do we feed too much ego
to this little voice in heart
and not use our head
that points to a better start ?
As if you read my mind,
you smile and hold me close
your little devil doesn’t speak
I know you keep it in control.
I laugh and imagine the opposite
how I could have hurt others
or even myself intentionally
if I never thought before I speak.
She felt
Drop by drop she let it wash her pain,
The lukewarm water over her bruises,
The sting far sweeter than the words,
Drop by drop they fell ..
Word by word they pulled at her skin,
The tangled path of claiming hold
The nakedness far bearable than told,
Word by word she felt..
Tear by tear she let it all escape
The noises of protest in head,
The silence around louder than else,
Tear by tear she felt and fell tonight.
(This is inspired by and dedicated to a lady whose blog and tweets have off latte brought writing back to me like a new found love ! Thank you ! )
The lonely tear
From left eye
Across the nose
It fell on my pillow
Already soaked
With sweat and
Humid air;
The words
Tumbled down
The same way-
My dad asking
Me to come home.
No reason special
Or excuse invalid
That I stayed away
This near yet not;
The lonely tear
For the sweet hope
I see you soon dad
And would bug
You more than mom.
United we (would) stand.
Denying her expectations
and not so much independence
she forgot that her confusion
buffered her pretence.
transitioning from none to all
a static feild of charge she built
he, the silent cloud of rains
bears the marks of unity.
This is an apology to a very dear friend. My confusing thoughts hurt us both in a way i never intended. I hope he knows i still love him a lot and would never wish to let these scars matter any more.
Wishing you loads of smiles dearest one.
I am –
I learned to speak -
To echo what some one feels ;
I learned to express
What flowed in my heart in excess;
I learned to tell
Tales when silence fell;
Only to realize now
I am the way you are not
I am the voice
to your thoughts.
****
Dedicated to one of my fav blogger Ibeingme
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her lost voice
In the mirror once enchanted,
Trapped lay a beauty protected,
Charmed into a smile
Bound by unknown lies,
She sings of days gone by
And about times to come she cries..
Bottom of the magic pond
Rested the mirror for times long,
The wonder today free for all
Mysteries though remain untold..
In lonely night the lady would stroll
Shedding light on places once lost ..
Prompted @ Magpie Tales
