Category Archives: poetry

Across the rivers & thoughts

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It was a vast river,
or so you thought
’cause where I stood,
I saw only you -
a few rocks in between
the clear and still water,
like a sky beneath my feet.

The more I waited,
my thoughts built a buliding
with rooms without windows,
of different colors and size,
the overworked emotions
screaming for a respite
yet never giving up on you.

Our eyes met, for the briefest moment,
enough to make the water ripple,
and show us a clear path,
patiently we held each other
in thoughts across rivers
and the adjoining buildings,
finding our purpose
one step at a time
till we meet
where we are destined,
in hearts and arms.

 

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This is a much pending response to this post by Ibeingme

Wake up

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Dreams , maybe not
Of your fingers on me
Smiles on you

Messages of morning
Of love , longing and care
Of rosy reality

Wishes like prayer
Whispered to pillow so soft
Like your heart.

Finally the call
Out of dream to real
You are mine.

This is collum lune. Inspired by sunday mini challenge at imaginary toads. Also linked to sunday scribblings.

A to Z challenge : I am “scared”

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There always were things
I did not know,
about myself,about you;
there always would be stuff
that would remain unsaid
and so unknown to me and you.
This unknown did not matter
till last night,when less was said
and many questions it left;
where we stand,where we flow
its a hard decision,we know
hold on to me,as we face the storm.
It will not help,to turn away
it might be the best,to hold our place
yet it scares me,the bonds we break;
the words we leave behind,
the world we plan to create
are we too early , or too late ?

A to Z challenge : Lonely nights

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Much has been written,
And said
Of nights in our times
Foggy like ghosts of dead.

Hollow eyes stay glued
To hopes
We neither understand
Nor we pull those ropes.

Confused emotions
And dreams
Lie bleeding in heart
Supressing the screams.

In silent whispers of loss
And loneliness
I scribble these verses
N order to be blessed.

Pardon my sharp tongue
And loud voice
Remember the tears,
The would pay the price.

In dark i lie awake
And alone
Awaiting the dawn of love
Melting the stares so cold.

If once you turned back
To see
The eyes are set on roads
That bring you to me

last email

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Nothing specific
But maybe it could become,
If only he had replied
To the last email she sent.

Actually there were many
One for each day,
Most were answered well
But one would remain.

It was a pattern of sort
A habit she got used to
The emails had no goodbye
Neither a reason to renew.

Even then they wrote,
To each other religiously
And waiting who would end
This pretense of untiring duties

You see the love had gone
And the words grew cold
But more difficult were the hearts
That refused to let go.

A to Z challenge : H(a)unted

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different words -
feeding on emotions same
fear , hatred , anger;
some one got the thrills,
corrupted by the power
of the mask worn;
growing each day
from terror her eyes showed;
indulging in the game
outside the boundaries
once well drawn.
Hunted she was,
and maybe always,
haunted she would stay;
by the scars
his vile intentions
would become her nightmare.

Happy birthday Dearest.

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There’s a knock on my heart
new dreams and hopes make a queue;
But I turn them away for now ,
And rather send them to you.

A new song bounces in my heart
looking for rhyme in the head ,
But I lock it away for a little while
and wait for your cue instead.

A smile is born on the whispering lips
chanting your name day and night,
But you know it already I guess
I belong to you, from time indefinite.

A love we share,balanced on respect
a touch of divine in our routine life;
A dream we share,from heart to heart
a promise of faith to make you mine.

I write , I always want to

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you ask why I write ,
and I admit ,
I am tempted to tell you,
maybe not the truth
’cause I know not today
what truth you will prefer
There ws a challenge,
when I began year back;
then came the need to impress
to spread my wings and test;
to cry , smile , scream and break
into peices over soft grass
or shredded glass in cold nights,
I wrote with abundance,
with pride over my new friends
and with fear one year -
the same year that I was robbed,
left naked to bleed and cry
while some one erased words
from dreams and real life alike.
Why I still wrote, my friends asked
and I have no answer except
writing a few bits more in secret.
Never did I know, I wrote
’cause there was someone out there
who waited to read me,
to match his silence with my lines,
to sing the words I left behind,
to read my words,
read me,
write to me,
write me ..
Write …
I write for him,
I wrote to seek him,
I write of his love
I wrote dreams of him
I write
I always will,
I want to ..

 

 

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This is a non stop writing that happened after reading this post and the comments below.

thank you dVerse Poets ! you always make me write some amazing stuff ;)

Mistress of Hell

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within the fires of hell,
souls screamed bitter blood,
the air a shade of darkness,
would pause and listen
for a breath that whispered
faith and parise of lord,
or dared to think of peace
in moments between punishments;

that one soul is her prize
to be broken again and again
with whatever means she like,
however long it takes,
there is just no escape
from her bottomless pit of desire,
where neither mortals survive,
nor gods dare to pass by.

that’s the kind of soul
lord sends to set her free
from the evil that shadows her,
to feed passionate fires
into her icy cold heart,
breaking past her words,
like hugs of a small child,
to make a seat in heaven,
she walked out aeons ago.

Into another Jan,we step

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Another Jan.
Another year begins.
Another set of goals.
Another sky full of dreams – mine for myself , of loved ones from me , mine for the loved ones.
Another glance back at the paths left behind – some traveled some not.
Another look around at the smiling faces that step into this unknown journey with me – wondering how many will still be there next jan.
Another thankful nod to them and a warm welcome to the new friends.
Another empty notebook on the desk of life.

And I write ….

Watching both ahead and back,
here and there,
around and within,
inside out of my heart
outside held in my palms,
setting a new goal for me
painting a picture of happier me.
asking myself if am alone
finding a hand to securely hold on.
knowing for once,life is good,
keeping faith in music and books.
loving him ,sometimes less that more,
loving self, more than most.

Written for OSI , Month of the year challenge – January

A dream comes true

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Some words were left untouched, yet the lines were ready. There was a nervous cheer in her fingers. The stained pages lie neatly stacked in the imaginary room she lived in,the last few weeks. She stepped out of her shell excitedly,welcomes by his waiting arms and proud smile. A part of her dream was finally live.

 

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Written for G-Man’s friday flash55

Also Linked to Month of the year 2012 writing prompt – December

 

This Month I finally compiled a collection of my poems and self published via amazon Kindle. Please check the book by clicking on the image below. Comments / suggestions welcome.

Am a self published author !!!

Thanks and wishes for a great festive weekend and new year eve to all :)

*Love and hugs*

Battle for Love

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How does one react
when
your anticipation
comes to end;
and you stand at
the very crossroads,
you prepared for;

With whom can you share
why
you wish to laugh
on your own tricky fate,
how the confusions and chaos
makes you care less
of what becomes
in coming days.

How does one curb
the idiotic demon called
“i told you so”
when
the words are cast,
the veil torn aside,
the battle lines drawn,
love stands alone
in the ego clash.

 

I can only try to write what I am going through. Hope it helps to heal and comfort me and my thoughts.

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Written for Trifecta ( Anticipation ) & Two shoes Tuesday ( Share)

Realizations

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Realizations can happen any time , any place about anyone – provided you do not ignore them.

And when they reveal things about you, it can get a little too much sometimes.

The last month has been little stressful for me even when there been moments of great joy too. But all the talking , thinking and worrying at times did leave its mark.

While I can not and do not want to re think over those lines, here’s something I did realize -

Between you and me

I am not always in sync
With the little voice in head
I do not usually deny
It says stuff I leave unsaid.

I recognize the voice as ‘she’
the kind of spirit I am not
And she has a lot to tell me
Whether asked or not to poke.

These days she been telling
I have lost a grip on things
My head is such a mess
No logic, just all feelings.

I am scared of days to come,
And of failing people who care,
I need reassurance now and then
Am not walking alone here.

I demand a lot sometimes,
She keeps sending the warning,
But to question,if am wrong,
to that, she won’t be answering.

I feel so lost, so worthless,
I don’t know what to say or write,
Between you and me, I told her
I think we both are wrong and right.

Help me, I whispered to her,
And she filled my eyes with tears
Let it flow my dear she said,
Selfless love alone can free your fear.

~ Nimue

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Written for Month of year challenge : Nov , Sunday Scribblings , Open Link night

Light(s)

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As soon as I read the prompt light(s) , I was flooded with lot of options to write about. And then I thought of ways to light up our life and other’s as well. so here I wrote an acrostic for light -

Love

Inspire

Greet

Help

Team-up

Here’s another beautiful light in my life ( gifted to me on my birthday this october ) :

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And one for the lovely bunch of people , who light my life -

To family for being the light,
that shines in my heart -
and the lovely fireflies
that makes me smile each time.
To the friends that adorn my skies
whether day or darkest hour of night,
and shine in such unseen corners
where nothing seems to fit right.
To the love that keeps me writing
of people , words and images,
of comments so kind and fun
I owe it to you all for keep me loving.

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For Two shoes , Month of year challenge – Oct

I think of you. always.

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The below poem in hindi was written prompted by a thought about the love of my life :

metro ke khali dabbe me,jab awaazein saaf sunai padti hain,
kabhi kabhi koi baat,kaano me pad jaati hai,
koi sawaal aisa sun leti hoon, jo dil ko choo jaata hai,
kal ek thaki hui awaaz ne bola,waqt kahan milta hai kisi ko yaad karo ?
aur main muskura uthi, main to har waqt usko yaad karti hoon,
ya yun kaho, har khoobsurat ehsaas me wo khud hi yaad aa jaata hai.

[ And below is the translation ( sort of) ]

Travelling in the metro,
when you can overhear,
some random bit of talk,
or questions that find
a way straight to heart -
“where does one have time
to miss some one”
a tired voice asks,
and I can not help but smile,
’cause I miss him all the time -
his words ,smile or name
is just there always,
with every beautiful desire,
every feeling of him I share.

Linked to dVerse Poetics , Sunday Whirl

Loved and lost

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Love was no longer a word,
it was him, me and “the world”
we belong , we do;stay strong , will you ?
the monologues continue,
but love was never lost;
it was us against what not.

 

You would hope It to remain,
I did.
not him.

You think I am broke ?
Of course I am.
and him.

 

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Written for Imaginary Garden‘s prompt : breaking the fourth wall.

Also linked to G-Man’s fridayflash 55