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Chained here

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Moving on
got a new meaning
the moment
you locked
the doors between you and me
and even lost the key.

Worst of all
you chained yourself
to memory
before me
erasing the years together
robbing me from you.

am not here
not even any place else
finally free
yet bounded
by your fears feeding my hope
with dreams of our sin

Prompted @ OSI [shackles] and PAD challenge [Day 16]

Poetry form  : Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5

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 !! :)

With(out) you

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“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

Tears

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To let out the pain;
Ease the tension in brain;
Accept my weakness;
Retrieve the strength;’cause
Soon I must overcome it all.

June was the month when i was going through no-joys-all-sorrows phase of year 2010. And being the person i am, i admit i give into disappointments too easily although i do not let them rule my head for long. This post is a reminder of the fact that sorrows do not last, but when you get them as company, do not feel ashamed to be weak at times.

Written for Months of the year challenge – June


My friend in delhi

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There was a time i did not live in NCR. And that time, only friend i had in delhi was him. So this tag !! He is one of the reason that september is special to me (other reason being my mother’s b’day).

Words do not define how i feel about him or what he means to me - All i know is that he is one of the few friends who like me the way i am , who will stand with me no matter what i do, who has always managed to not lose me in the crowd , who has fought with me so i do not forget him ever, who has listened my woes at 3 am, who did not hang up even when i called him “coz i did not want to be alone when i cried” !

This is for you my dear -

Just
you
define
so perfectly
how friendship should be
you must love,fight,forgive,love more
if you really desire
to keep close
some one
you
like.

 

Thank you for not just teaching me this lesson but also living it for me ! Hope i do not let you down any day !!

 

Wriiten for Months of the year challenge – September

Do something

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Do something
Do something you love
Do something you love to do;
Do something you love to do; do it !
Do something you love to do; do it, just for you.
Do something you love to do; do it,without expecting
Do something you love to do; without expecting others
Do something you love,without expecting others to be a part of.
Do something,without expecting others to be a part of that act.
Do something for yourself;And you got a manifesto for happiness.

Prompted @ BigTentPoetry (List Poem) , Sunday Scribling

Music

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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

Zygote

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Two individuals,
two set of traits,
two tiny cells ,
and then i am made.

I know my purpose
but not the destiny,
accepting my short life
for your being to begin.

I know who you can be
how same or not from rest
of the two building cells,
i pick for you the best.

Four days is all i get,
to shape you how i like,
make the moment proud
when i choose to divide.

Read here to know what a zygote actually is.

Written for Z-A challenge at Leo’s blog

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday

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Dear V

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Death
s t e a l s
soul

soul
t o u c h e s
hearts

Heart
r e m e m b e r s
You

you
I N S P I  R E
me

This poetry form is The Brevette (click to learn more)

(This is something i never let out of my heart to any one. This goes to a very special Angel like friend  in my life.)

Dear V,

I just knew death makes people sad for the loss of loved ones. But how sad, i never knew or even wanted to. But not all happens to out liking. Neither was your death. How long had we known each other ? A month maybe or even less. you had the cute dolphin pic as your avatar when we first met on the networking site ! you wrote lovely poetry and I adored each of them. that was the link between us. Reader first, then friend and later critic too. And then you did not appear one day. Whole day I waited, but no sign of you, no new poetry (you remember you wrote 5-6 poems a day).

Later that day, I heard some news of a student committing suicide out of peer pressure.I was upset, felt bad for him and the family. Thought he did not have friends. Next day too I did not see you online so decided to drop a hello on your profile. Your page was full of people asking about you. Asking if you were really dead !! And then it dawned on me – the suicide, the news ! You had lots of friends, you were adored and loved by so many. Then why did you ?? I would never get those answers, yet i asked them there on your page ! Some random people commented how funny it was to leave a note for some one who is already dead ! But i knew you will know. you will read each one of them. You never left any message un-replied. I wanted to cry that night (maybe i did cry in my dreams).I turned away from any dolphin pics for a long time after you were gone. I never read any poetry for a week except the dedications for you. And I realized how hard death can be. It was dreadful. Losing you was terrible. The reason was terrible. The effects were lasting.I closed my account last year. But i wish i could visit your page. Maybe you would expect me there. Maybe you have finally gone to reside in heavens. wherever you be, Know that I miss you. More than anyone i loved in such short duration. Maybe my poetry roots go back to reading yours. You live for me still. You always will.

 

May your soul be in peace
and your memories flourish
Hope death was kind to you
as you fulfilled your death wish…

 

Always in your fond memory,

Your Miss Smiles.

 

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday

Beach i dream of

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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.

knowing love(r)

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To love me, if you thought,
be sure you love me loads.
if you wanna love me loads,
the real me, i will never show.

Its not that i have an ugly soul
nor do i fear any secret being known.
But i have a complex mind of my own
to which my heart will listen not.

It ain’t pretty to get involved
listening well but still being told
by your lover to be left alone
which i can do,make this note.

the one who knows me not
stands the chance to love most
its not true,but a self crafted plot
to test if am just loved or even known.

 

Written for Poets Rally#30 as a monorhyme.

Love – yours and mine

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We are each the love of someone’s life
Just am not in yours; nor you in mine.
I lie not when i say i wish this was true
’cause i loved you,but never realized !

’cause i loved you,but never realized !
until i saw you as love of someone’s life
I lie not when i say am happy for you
i don’t deserve your love,nor you mine.

i don’t deserve your love,nor you mine
I lie not when i say,quite late i realized
am happy,of my love,none ever had cue,
i fear i would have lost your friendship too.

i now fear to lose your friendship in life.
I lie not when i say,quite late i realized
We are each the love of someone’s life
I was never yours,you are one of mine.

Prompted @ Carry on Tuesday , where the prompt was to use the opening of The Confessions of Max Tivoli by Andrew Sean Greer, 2004 in your post.

Also Submitted to Big Tent Poetry.

Monument of Love

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Who
was he
to have build
“elegy in marble”

did he really act noble
when the men so skilled
lost hands for what was created
no love is this selfish;is it ?

(This poem is an experimental trial at mixing rhymes with syllables. by attempting rhyming pattern of abcddcba to the  syllable count of 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8.)

Prompted @ Sunday Scribblings and One Single Impression

Story behind the poem : Taj Mahal(Agra, India) is called the “elegy in marble” the tomb of Queen Mumtaz, build in her memory on orders from his husband, king Shah Jahan. There is also a rumor that the king got the hands of the artisans chopped off after the completion of Taj Mahal, so that no other such building could ever be built again.  More on this myth/tale here

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Goodbye

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Farewell time.till next time we meet.And it would not be not more than a week away.On cross roads we stand, facing each other : our trains will come from opposite directions, and go opposite ways. Last Wave of hand, last smile, the wait evident in the eyes, blurred image of trains crossing each other, soon trees are all i see passing by – A new journey.


The end is near now
Forces collide;cosmos are in chaos
silently we stare each other

This is a Haibun poetry form, Prompted at Big Tent Poetry

Read More Haibun here

Dream chase

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Into those dreams i fall
its a new one each day
each with fluid walls,
Into those dreams i fall.
Responding to unheard call,
towards darkness i make way,
Into those dreams i fall
its a new one each day.

Each dream though has you
hidden behind the dark veil,
not willing to see.but i do
since each dream has you.
you change faces,and voice too
can this hide your heart’s trail ?
Each dream of mine has you
hidden behind the dark veil.

One day,you know i will be there
in the darkness where you stand,
nothing you create gives me a scare
One day,you know i will be there
from my rage, you won’t be spared
your end i promise will be grand.
One day,you know i will be there
in the darkness where you stand.

This is mt first time at the Thursday Poet’s Rally . Attempted a triolet triplet.

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One Shot Wednesday

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Old or young
New or known
Every poet,a gem.

Some nostalgic images
Hopping over from past,
Or the visions of future
That you wish would last.

Where ideas and words mingle
Encouraging new limits to be set,
Definitions of art get moulded,
New creations find their nest.
Each poem is a journey
Somewhere into your mind,
Delightful, insightful or soulful
Any words you give it,just be kind.
You read what you want to imagine.

For this week, i am trying an Acrostic, where each line starts with the letters from the title of the poem.

Written for One Shot Wednesday

Bliss

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to let the words flow

another clean page

i see them reach other hearts

altering meaning for each

bliss beyond compare

a new post on blog.


Here i attempted to merge two haikus to make sense either read alone or as a poem.

Prompted @ Haiku Heights and Sunday Scribbling

And to add this felling is the fact that Radhika (her blog hyperlinked) presented me with this Award :

What i remember first thing about Radhika’s blog is her post Then (hyperlinked) . She has such briliance in her writing as if words align into sentence as per her desire !! Read her to be amazed and entertained like never before !!

As per the rules of theis award, i pass this to few of the bloggers i enjoy reading every week :

Brian , MoonWriter , Desert Rose , Leo , Jingle , Anthony , Buttercup , G-Man

Am sure i have missed few. Will add them later on.

(Awarded people  are supposed to please pass on this award to 4 (or more) bloogers )

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