blinded by your hate
i kept loving your shadows
till pain took my life
winds of faith in you
pushed me into darkness
where dreams bled to death
senses came alive
on threshold of extinct hope
and life surged in me
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Prompted @ Haiku Heights , OSI , Writer’s Island
Submitted to Poetry Potluck
With books I fill my space
the words in there making castles
filled with my characters i love;
record breaking lines teasing me
writer’s hands guiding from above!
.
.
Written for May Challenge by Ava [Day 17] , May2011 Int’l 5 lines poetry Month , Poetry Potluck , Magpie Tales
Closed eye imagination
Outlives even the dreams
Losing the dull shades of reality
On the wings on sea i walk
Regaining my soul’s voice.
~
Written for May Challenge by Ava [Day 10] , May2011 Int’l 5 lines poetry Month
Also submitted to Poetry Potluck
words to read
words to write
words to sing
be it day or night.
Give me a book;
sing me a song.
words of smile
words that cry
words that are
always not so nice.
tell me of your good
share with me your pain.
words of comfort
words of rage
words by fools
or maybe a sage
I know you not i think
but your words know me.
words to love
words to breathe
words remain
as I forever sleep.
You will miss me not
but maybe what I said.
Prompted @ Poetry potluck[favorite things] , Big Tent Poetry[Write a poem in which you have to repeat yourself.]
I throw some,you some,
We all make a lot of it,
What we always forget is,
for all the collective waste
When nature reciprocates
Its a lot of loss and pain.
If I have to live guilt-free
I better not make more waste.
rather look for options to save.
Prompted @ NaPoWriMo #9 [Reverse poetry ], OSI [ Reciprocates ] , Poetry Potluck.
I still remember well
when I saw him last;
the paper brown dress
and the matching cap.
bundles of folded paper
some colored some bland
delivering all to right place
yet never seen empty hand.
“where is my letter sir”
I never failed to ask
“no one wrote to you dear”
he said and he had a laugh.
So when I was able to spell
I promptly set myself to task
and wrote a one-liner to me
to give to him next time he passed.
He never came that day or next
i forgot of him and the mail
and now I we no longer see them
since people learned of emails.
Written for PAD challenge day 4 , Sunday Scribbling , Poetry Potluck
Nearly lost;
supposedly alone;
barely in my senses;
so hollow;
I feel this
and so much worse
first half of my travel
away from (my home)
my heaven.
Written for Sunday Scribblings , OSI , Poetry Potluck
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
I would not mentor ideas
that compel to excel
that breaks you for new make
where all you gain is pain
for bucks define the luck
you kick more not pick
for a shot at top
and be labeled in end
“a cheater teacher”
Prompted @ March Challenge ( Day 5 – Competition)
Also submitted to Monday Potluck
spicy aromas,talks
memories bouncing on steps
door to home;heaven
knock on your soul daily
invoke a conversation
temple of your joy
unlock the memories
dust the sad ones out of door
sanctum in my heart
Written for Haiku challenge – 28 days 28 haiku , Poetry Potluck
“Move on !” you would have yelled;
“Get a life !” i hear at each bend;
is that life worth all these tears;
wondering, each time recoil in fear.
I am used to spend nights crying
At each failure,i still keep trying
that someday you would be blocked
your words in my head will stop.
Choices i have,laid straight for me
forget you and regain my peace
but the promise that i made to you
to not fade away,i have to make true.
wherever i be,or with anyone
in my heart’s corner you will dwell
this is my choice i want to live with
in my dreams where you still exist.
Prompted @ OSI
Accept your weakness;
Instill faith on your strength;
Manage a balance between both;
Success will sure be yours.
Go
On,
Alone,
Loving
Soul.
Aspire beyond your thought
More on the lines of ideas
Bred on the soil of hard work
Instilled with lots of patience
Taken care with passion
Inch by inch you step close
One by one the hurdles fall
New paths are revealed,
Success earned is only yours.
Written for Poetry Potluck
Lonely he stands,
be it sun or rains,
he can not give up
no matter what it takes.
Blaring horns around
angry drivers in hurry
ever busy people on foot
these are his worries.
Image Source : The Morning News
Then there are those
who flaunt arrogance
by breaking rules,
in name of ignorance.
Can you blame him then,
to take things by law book
if he wasn’t careful
how messy would roads look ?
Treat him just human
keeping regulation isn’t easy
give him a word of praise
for keeping the traffic moving.
Pass him a genuine smile
if he gets angry at you
only he ensures your safety
being the traffic police.
No love for languages,
but all for what you speak.
No care for the learning,
but anything you identify with.
No time for the polish,
but hope you will not mind.
No need for the bi-lingual wishes,
but thats all i got to gift you tonight.
Written for Poetry Potluck.
Oh God, bless my feet
to move more than a feet
when i need to hit the streets
and not for the culinary treats.
Oh God, bless my feet
to move my lazy bones
out of the comfort zone
and bare the paths of stones.
Oh God, bless my feet
to keep me far away
from places i need not stay
at,let temptations be slayed.
Oh God,bless my feet
to stay put when i need
to be grounded by thee
for the promises i did not keep
Wriiten for Big Tent Poetry
Also submitted to Poetry Potluck Week 17
seed and spread the idea(s)
you get lots to read and write;
go on an adventure with friends
and that i saw in 3-D Narnia.
bid farewell to a friend you made
with memories treasured in the heart
to see my best gal being happy again
i could not have asked a better start.
But not all was to go as i wanted it
there were in store unthought things
some unexplainable events and people
made sure life not be termed as routine.
And there are bit of sad things too
like the laptop that doesnt work,
or the memory of some special
that comes and hit me on its own term.
Also there is the grand vacation plan,
that i have been waiting for so long
and anticipated joys, smiles and laughs
which i intend to bring back along.
I know not what next days would be like
or how i would be as the year ends
all i know is that i have lots of blessings
and i would be thankful for the ruling trends.
Good and bad, bad and worse, bad and better
thats all of what this year has been to me
and i end this with a heartfelt thanks
to the friends who joined me on this journey.
Written for Months of the year challenge – Dec and Poetry Potluck
Of all the months in the year,
Celebrations are the most in october;
Three birthdays and an anniversary,
On other hand the hindu festivities,
Barely a week goes without joyous calls
Each one full of blessings for the smiles to be
Richer the joys,poorer my pocket,but never the fun.
Written for Months of the Year challenge – Oct
Submitted to Poetry Potluck
every time you left
i knew you would be back soon
the faith i had then
made me wait for you to return
until I let me free
(5-7-5-7-5)
Prompted @ Haiku Heights & OSI
Submitted also to Poetry Potluck
A cure that suits all
a corner that you call yours
you know it yet not
cosmos meld the secrets
language of signs,known to you
but passed to none
Prompted @ Haiku Heights , Poetry Potluck, Sunday scribblings , OSI
Call it lame, or the easy way out, i have decided to make this a Gogyohka post 
***
Poetry i seek
does it qualify me
an apprentice
when will I qualify
to seek poetry
***
A gloomy day
a windy day on that
can you not blow
few warm thoughts
packed in your smile
***
how can magic not happen,
if you ever loved some one
true or not,long or short,
wasn’t it a fairy tale moment
when the first thought came undone.
***
Prompted @ OSI , Carry On Tuesday , Poetry Potluck ,
Submitted also to Z to A challenge – G , One shot Wednesday
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Not always you need words
to express what you feel;
listen to the wordless music
if you do not yet believe.
Let music lead you
to the harmonious world
of beats, rythm and notes,
not always you need words.
trust not just what you hear
imagine even the unreal
ignore not when music talks
to express what you feel.
Words have their instant charm
but it can be attimes misleading
best way to feed your soul is,
listen to the wordless music.
Words have their instant charm
but trust not just what you hear
Let music lead you once,
if you do not yet beleive.
This is a cascade poetry where the lines of first stanza appear as last lines of consecutive stanza. So every cascade poem has the number of stanza as N + 1 where N = number of lines in first stanza.
I have further added a variation to this by repeating even the first lines of all stanza to make the last one
Prompted @ Big Tent Poetry.
Submitted to Z to A challenge – M
Also submitted to Poetry Potluck
These days I often dream
dream of the deserted beach,
beach in colors red and blue
blue not of the cloudy sky
sky that reach to touch the sea
sea of colors green and gold
golden like the sunset we await
await night to break the spell
spell of this love filled beach
beach that i dream of often now.
Prompted @ Poetry Potluck , Submitted also to One Shot Wednesday
This week for One Shot i attempted a loop poetry where the last word of a line becomes the first word of next line too.
When the Air burns hot
with hateful words and feel;
realize the need of silence
and swallow the Fire within.
drowning into the Earth
of some unreasonable talks,
pretend to keep your cool
even if in Water(tears) you walk.
The world should never know
the earth that you stand upon;
nor they should ever see
the waters where dreams grow.
Shatter all prejudices alone
with the fire that burns inside
make sure you carry yourself well
like petals on the winds worldwide.
Prompted @ Poetry Potluck ; Submitted also to One Shot Wednesday
