different words -I cry not when I miss you ,
but more when I lose myself
in your web of thoughts;
I cry not ’cause I want you ,
but more in realization
of your closeness;
I cry not from fear of losing you ;
but grateful to be in your arms
when I most want.
I cry not ..I just shed tears in your name
When all words fail
To come out straight.
==
This is written for Open Link night @ dVerse
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 ..
==
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 
being naked -
was never as hard,
as to bare my heart
making my future
meet my past.
cobwebs -
abandoned spider homes
swept aside from the walls,
a momentary respite for me
and memories of love long lost.
Love lost -
to spiders of times gone
clinging to new hopes,
he preferred my skin to sins.
==
Linked to OSI , theme thursday , Open Link night
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.
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
==
Written for Month of year challenge : Nov , Sunday Scribblings , Open Link night
Love is struggle within,
And without;
Love is a fight we win
Only to lose out.
Love is a flower that blooms
And even dies
Love is the illusion to keep
The flower alive.
Love is a confession
Publically announced
Love is a journey for me
That ends with your love.
–
Linked to OSI , Open Link night @ dVerse
A sea I am,
contained in his embrace,
rooted to the sandy shores,
where we meet,
like one sea to another,
wondering if we belong ?
This is a translation of hindi poetry by Ibeingme
rozmarra sa din,
aaj kuch alag lagne laga
wo chai ka pehla pyaala
kuch jyaada chalakne laga
subah ki kirne dekhe arsa ho gaya
fir bhi suraj aaj dastak dene laga
aankhein kholi to tum dikhe
sapna achanak se sach lagne laga.
.
(Inspired from another poem’s title)
Translation:
Dream
another usual day,
suddenly appeared so bright;
the first taste of morning tea
tripped a bit more on mind;
sunrise is not my time
yet the sun welcomed with smiles;
you I found next to me in bed
no wonder the dream appeared so right.
Linked to Open Link Night
The following lines is an attempt to translate the lines I wrote in my mother tongue – hindi. As I tried to sleep one night and thought of my love , I wrote this for him :
In the lonely nights
when silence echoes in me,
i feel you next to me
holding my hands as i sleep;
I smile at the thought
and before I can look again,
you kiss my cheeks and fade away.
Raat ke andhere sannaton me
kabhi aisa bhi lagta hai
ki tum haath thaame so rahe ho bagal me;
ek muskaan si phail jaati hai aisa soch kar,
is se pehle ki aankh lage,
tum gaal choom kar laut jaate ho ..
So much said of you and me ,
In direct lines
Or form of he and she;
So much I hide yet reveal
With words left alone
In market of dreams;
There goes the merchant
No heart and soul,
The riches lining the pot belly;
And ignored we stand
In different lanes,
Buying our share of misery;
In glances we feel
The forced smiles
Yet walk away guilt free.
Illusions work best
When mind knows not
What the heart wants
Or heart accepts answers
Unaware of mind’s plight.
But what magic can work
When you create a lie
With all your mind’s power
And the heart rips it apart
One word at a time.
Linked to Open Link night @ dverse Poetics
the roads pause
even if you do not;
round and round
the landmarks appear;
each experience lead to
same old thoughts;
midway or not -
its the point in life
we never realize
before it has passed
and we find a stranger
suddenly residing
within our heart and mind -
a new you,
prepared for
the new journey ahead…
–
Prompted @ Carry on Tuesday
Originally inspired by Musical Poetry Prompt : Gordon Lightfoot’s Don Quixote
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
Linked to Open Link night
his silence holds
a hundred meaning;
ample stories whistling
within each trapped breath;
her words however flawed,
are window to a million more,
if only he understood,
silence is a good answer
but never a better question.
–
Dedicated to a very dear freind.
Prompted @ Sunday Whirl
Linked to week#50 at Open Link night
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.
–
Prompted @ OSI.
submitted also to Open Link night.
–
Image source : imgfave.com
I drink.
You I drink from the night;
Myself I relish,like the old wine;
I drink your shadows in the light;
My soul i refill and feed upon alike;
I drink.
—
Shared with Open Link night - The only place for which I rarely miss writing and reading !
A blank canvas,
a black canvas,
thats how she felt
as he rained his love
and wordless passion;
some emotions raged,
some emotions caged,
a contrast of colors
fell across her soul
in a print so unknown;
lost and found
far yet around
words lay scattered
few clear, most hazy
awaiting a chance to flow.
Aligned with him
hooked to him,
she lay yet so alone
her rythm disrupted
it was time she let go.
–
Linked to Open Link night , sunday whirl
And it finally hit her,
The drop of rain..
Like nectar from above,
It filled her with love;
It travelled down her eyes
And rested on the neck
Like loops in her ears
singing for the gem;
And it finally hit her,
One drop after another
Till she was lost in them…
–
Submitted to Open Link night @dverse Poetics/
I carom my thoughts
against the block;
not the usual one you know
but a fear of sort,
not to sound callow
or more a manic,
when my words escape
the electric bond
of type and erase,
of paras and essays,
glistening off my head
will pearls of wisdom
feel worthy of all this sweat !
—
Written for Monday Melting week 4
Also linked to Open night @ dverse
Forest trails,
a winding river and
some mountain peaks;
a reflection,
in her eyes i see.
Oddly she stares
at the open skies,
wishing the rains
would wet her eyes
and not the memories,
of the wild she liked.
–
Written for Magpie Tales, Open Link night @ dverse
The same december month,
exactly an year back,
below the dark blanket of night,
I found a friend in you.
half crazy, half fun,
a newly discovered color
on my life canvas.
Now again its december,
but I know not where you are,
you waited long, I know
you held on to your faith
I know.And me,
while sorting new threads
broke the one strand
that took the best colors
from the stars of last december..
This is a translation of the following poem (in hindi)
isi december ke mahine me,
theek ek saal pehle,
sardi ki kaali raaton me,
chat par kone me baithe,
ek dost banaya tha maine…
thoda natkhat, thoda paagal,
meri zindagi ke canvas
me ek alag sa hi rang ..
aaj fir december aaya hai,
khabar nahi mujhe uski
vo intezaar kar chala gaya
main naye dhaagon ko suljhaate
us dor ko tod baithi
jo kabhi pichli december
taaron tale baandhi thi …
Written for Months of the year challenge season 2
A lso linked to Open Link night @ dVerse Pub
like often, today again
I wonder,
What pleasure you gain
to act
as my forbidden lover..
My aunt,
she was my father’s aunt
i later realized;
Well people say
she was blessed -
she could ward off evil
with prayers and charity.
that is all mother always
remember her like, and me -
only by a dream of hers,
where she stands tall over me,
scaring away my nightmares,
and I never can tell why i think
it was pretty normal,
the way she looked,
she looked like the very goddess I pray to !
.
Written for November PAD day 8
also linked to dVerse Open Link Night
“This is what I learned: that everybody is talented, original and has something important to say.”
- Brenda Ueland
Never knew when I put to use,
this thought i read
and its a wonder
I remembered too.
Asked him to write
and care not for reaction
had a faint feeling,
his words must be freed
and let take flight,
that ideas he never had
must some day see light,
and I see him today
miles ahead
spinning magic
and reality alike
with the same pen,
he never knew he had.
Dedicated to a dear friend and one of my fav blogger off late
Prompted @ November PAD day#2 :
For today’s prompt, use an epigraph to kickstart your poem. That is, use a quotation. You can use a favorite of your own, or if you’re having trouble thinking of one, I’ve provided a few below. To format an epigraph poem, a poet places the quotation between the title and the body of the poem, while also giving credit to the source of the quotation.
Also linked to Open Link night – dVerse
