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A world with you

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The only dream of a different world i ever had, was to live with the one i loved [ or so i thought] And so the “new world” always brings these feelings to surface.

 

It was a silly dream i know
living together forever
love would never have grown
It was a silly dream i know
Seeds of  new world i did sow
now weeds it though gather
It was a silly dream i know
living together forever.

living together with you
It was a silly dream i know
not even a weed to hold to
living together with you
some facts are as untrue
as the challenges they throw
living together with you
It was a silly dream i know

Seeds of  new world i did sow
though no hope i ever had
love would never have grown
Seeds of  new world i did sow
It was a silly dream i know
i wish it was better dead
Seeds of  new world i did sow
though no hope i ever had.

 

Prompted @ Theme Thursday , March challenge

Writing

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I rarely grasp what they mean
my moods make my words dance
even if my mind tries to be keen
I rarely grasp what they mean.
Running random without a seam
my memory don’t stand a chance,
I rarely grasp what they mean
my moods make my words dance.

I never plan what I will write
I know not if you understand
do you distill the wrong from right
I never plan what I will write.
I pamper muse to shine bright,
follow ideas till they turn grand,
I never plan what I will write
I know not if you understand.

 

Written for March Challenge [Day 30 - Writing / Erasing]

Kill or bake

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The hands were once taught
to wield the power of pain
to torture each and all
that defame my master’s name.
But that was in the past
when the one to command
was as cruel as anyone could be
one who wanted to rule the world
by force of lot of dark magic.
I have no guilt of the tales old,
I did exactly what I was told.
But the new master now I have
he loves to cure and heal,
him I understand not yet
when he talks of only peace.
I only know I am bound to him
and can not refuse what he asks
since am forever bound to his will
but making bread is one hard task.
The dough must be done perfect
I must now know when its baked
and the flavors for seasoning,
just like I knew the ways to pain
And I must also learn to wait
for the bread to be soft and light
like once I was taught of torture,
of darkness ruling human mind
I sure like this new life of mine
And more the man who rules me
even if I have yet to show my care
except baking as good as him.

This poem is inspired by one of the character – The “Mord Sith“ in the  “Sword of Truth” series am reading [ completed 5 books in last one year]

More about my fav Mord Sith - Cara

And here is a wall paper i found on internet [ did not know the book has inspired a TV series "Legend of the Seeker" ]

Inspired by Magpie Tales , March Challenge [ Day 23 - Bread , Day 24 - Magic ]

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Happy Holi

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HAPPY HOLI

Hearts set free
Of dark thoughts
Let your clean soul
Invite colors to life. 

Holi is the “festival of colors” in India. Where people celebrate the arrival of Spring season by playing with colors and water. A day before the festival is celebrated as a “celebration of good over evil” where in bon fire happen in the evening.

More details for wiki here.

Written for March challenge [ Day 19 - Clean]

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Cosmos

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Chance yet comfortable talks;
Odd yet perfect relationships;
Simple yet complex feelings;
Mundane yet everlasting actions;
Omnipresent yet hidden silence;
So much said yet nothing enough !

Prompted @ March Challenge [ day 18 - cosmos ]

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Dedicated to some of the best people I come across via the cosmos of my blog , a simple message :

You are so special to me !

Love in another time

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Maya fell in love with him the very first time she met him. But she did not know this then. Every time they met , she came more and more impressed with him , his manners , his ideals and his way to live. He was there to help any one who asked , any one who needed but was shy to ask. You just had to tell him about some one in trouble and if he could, he would help. The hours spent talking to him on call , the daily meeting for samosa and tea after college , the movies where he slept throughout, she always looked forward to these moments even if they never were alone. But she lacked the courage to accept that she loved him. Theirs was a group of friends hanging together always, she the most shy of them all but he managed to make her talk. Only he could make her agree to all the stupid plans they made for any free day. But she never realized it. It wasn’t time yet maybe.

Then he proposed her best friend. She had never seen them so happy. And so Maya was happy too. As luck would have it,  the relation lasted less than a month. No reasons asked , no explanations given initially. But he still accepted her calls , talked to her of the day and soon he began to talk of the relation that was , how he wanted it and why it ended. Her best friend resented him talking to Maya and there would be arguments every other day whenever his call came. He cried for weeks – Maya listened patiently. His pain turned into anger – Maya fared through that too. He made work his life – Maya still managed to be there. But still she had no courage to talk to him about herself , about them. She feared rejection. She feared losing the friendship.

And one day he went away for further studies. For few months she still got calls from him, but every time she wanted to say how much she missed him , he talked of her best friend.

Her best friend is married to love of her life . He is lost in folds of time and memories . And Maya is nursing the pain she got for herself.

You are not just a page
in the diary of time I lived
but more like a bookmark
to the time  I lived a lie…

Prompted @ March Challenge [ day 17 - Courage ]  , Theme Thursday [ luck ] , Thursday tale [ image prompt]

Indulgence

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I wish
I wish I could
I wish I could control
I wish I could control my senses
I wish I could control my senses as I pass
I wish I could control my senses as I pass the bakery shop
As I pass the bakery shop,I wish I could control my senses
As I pass the bakery shop,I wish I could control
As I pass the bakery shop,I wish I could
As I pass the bakery shop,I wish I
As I pass the bakery shop,I wish
As I pass the bakery shop,
but I stop,
I stop as I pass
I stop as I pass the bakery shop
I stop as I pass the bakery shop ’cause I can not
I stop as I pass the bakery shop ’cause I can not control
I stop as I pass the bakery shop ’cause I can not control my senses.
Since I can not control my senses,I always stop at the bakery shop
Since I can not control my senses,I always stop
I can not control,to have a cake I stop
I can not control,and have a cake
I just can not control
must have cake.

 

Prompted by March challenge (Day 15 – Patterns) , Poetry Potluck

The price

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She dreamed this most nights ; the same scene all nights – she is in a blue room full of white roses. As she bends to smell one , she wishes it was red. She doesnt know why she wants a red rose but she just wants it. and then she moves on to the next rose. After few roses, she realizes its a round room so all she does it smell same flower again and again.

She considers this dream to be a omen in her life of every significant day. And it was a good omen in her life indeed until she went to that rose exhibition. The blue round room had hundred of roses in all possible colours. But it was a white rose she touched and wished it would be red.And she heard a man pass her muttering “Some wishes have heavy price”. she turned to confirm if it was said to her but the guy was lost in the crowd.

Later that night , she had the same dream and when she wished for the rose to be red, the thorns on the rose sprang to life. They pricked her fingers to make them bleed. She cried but the blood did not stop till the rose was red. and then she saw the same guy standing next to her; admiring how beautiful the rose was.

Next day she was found dead with blood dripping out of her fingers and a message scribbled next to her body “I thus pay the price”.

 

 

Prompted @ March challenge (day 12 – Horror) and Thursday Tales ( Image prompt)

A game of fruits

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Its one of your game again we play
the stupid games I never refuse
with a basket of fruits in between
we sit across each other in the bed
“this is all you get to eat tonight”
you smile with your eyes and take a bite
passing it to me,you search my face
“remember the rule,on every third bite
we lose a peice of what is currently worn”
“You cheater”,i scream and laugh
“you told me to come in layers of it”
while i nibble at the fruit,juice dripping
along my fingers,that you lick without wait.
“No one offerred you that”, I protest
“Its my game, my rules”,with a wink you say.
And so we peel the fruit and our self,
as we face each other with a new formed lust.
On the second fruit, or maybe it was third,
the basket forgotten, and so the distances
you eat from my hands or maybe its me
the sheets crumpled, fruit stains dried,
the night spent,tracing abyss of our desires.

Prompted @ March challenge (Day 11 – Fruit) , OSI (passionate)

Exploration

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My first thought for the prompt was the sites i explore most often for fun , inspiration and muse. So here are 13 such places i haunt regularly (apart from all the blogs i have subscribed to) :

My youtube channel [mostly hindi songs here ]

Shadow Poetry [ for new styles of poetry ]

Wiki [ for any random thing i need info on, where else to go ]

Goodreads [books]

Scheherazade’s retweets [poetry / art]

Imgfave [images / wallpapers - check their collection page for best results]

StumbleUpon [ for fresh and popular articles]

http://xkcd.com/ [most read webcomics page]

http://www.flipkart.com/ [ the online portal i buy most of new books from]

Poets.org [ collection of some of the best poems ]

http://twitter.com/arjunbasu [ daily dose of best 140 character stories ]

http://www.tajrecipe.com/ [ The page i refer for my monthly cooking lessons - best for  indian recipes ]

http://www .4shared.com/  [ to share and search files on net ]

Have fun browsing !!

Compiled for Thursday 13

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in hope i explore
all words you ever said to me
did i miss any thing ?

Submitted to March challenge (Day 9 – Exploration) and Sensational Haiku Wednesday .

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Let’s create time

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The first thought i had when i read today’s March Challenge prompt was “I wish I had abundance of time to do everything I want to do” ..  And then i checked Big Tent Poetry’s Prompt on science and i came up with this poem :

Today we will learn
to create some time;
enough to read ,
lot more to write.
Cut procrastination to nil
add free flow of passion,
mix it with some focus
the special kind that’s hard
and one which doesnt lose charm.
Keep your self in sunlight
and move yourself around
till fresh ideas simmer
and force themselves aloud.
Observe , notice and connect,
Read , ideate , read more and rest
stir it with a soft pencil
or your pet colored pen,
create time , create abundance of it
its all in your hands,not magic dear friend.

Nature

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A flash fiction based on Human Nature :

The sunrise was brilliant that morning. Such an odd day for them not to be together – the first too. She wished she could go with him to the lake, The same where she met him, where he proposed and suddenly she remembered it was the same place he supposedly met his new wife too.

Written for Monday Morning Writing Prompt

Also aubmitted to G-Man’s Friday flash 55 collection

 

No man or technology(is)
Able enough till date
To create the beauty of
Untouched flora and fauna
Raw in form since occurrence
Evolving daily, yet the same.

Prompted @ March challenge  (Day 7 – Nature) and sunday scribblings  (Raw)

Politics

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I wonder not who
but i wonder a lot “how”
I bother not the “when”
but I want to know “why”
It wasn’t meant to be so
only plants must decay
And the crap they make
it help other creatures right ?
But look at the mess
dirty politics creates,
deserving declared incompetant
failures still glorified
The cleaners barred from talks
and public blind folded.
All talk no action,thats untrue
every action will be heard
let time declare the leaders of truth.

These random wriiten, personal views are prompted @ March Challenge  (Day 4 – Politics)

Books Read – Feb

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From hundred
to seventy five
the target
dropped;

Reading
at times
need challenges too.

 

This is inspired from my slow reading speed off late but still the desire to read as much !

Prompted @ March Challenge (Day 2 – Reading)

Poetry Form – Septolet

Also submitted to Theme Thursday – Books

And now for some book reviews -

 

 

Urban Shots ( 29 urban tales by 13 writers)

 Urban Shots

 

 

 

+ Seperate sections of stories

+ Amazing narration of most stories

+ Fresh ideas and lovely execution

- Some of the stories do not match up but that’s not a let down

Rating : 4.5/5

 

 

 

 

The Treasured One [dreamers book # 2]

(byDavid and Leigh Eddings)

+ considering the background information provided on each character, you dnt need to read book# 1

+ good plot , good narration and some really witty dialogues

- If the repetition of scenes is going to be there, am not too excited to read book # 3.

 

Ratings : 3.5 /5

 

 

Read on !! :)

Some words just fit(March 1-5)

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Canopy of stars above,
Aromas of the woods around,
Moon singing lullaby
Projecting from the clouds,
In the lap of nature we lie
No longer worried of bugs,
Good thing we got repellant !

Prompted @ March Challenge (Day -1 : Camping)

 

With flowers in her tiny hands
the girl dressed in red ran, clutching
sheets of old paper along, the
pulled up socks sticking on top,
upon the head lay hat with crokked seam,
over her shoulders, the dress flew. in
your dreams might unravel her a(part)
head lost for heart , my life over death
I knew it was her, who had held the grip.

 

Prompted @ Poetry tow Truck

Lines used for the prompt are from Amy’s poem :

with the sheets pulled up over your head,
hands clutching the top seam in a death grip.