You stole what I held most important
robbed me of my defining trait
to strangers, i was never so hesitant -
i doubt my own decisions off late;
No one knows, no one will, I live your hate.
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Prompted @ We Write Poems , May Challenge by Ava [Day 5] , May2011 Int’l 5 lines poetry Month
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
Hand in hand,
we always walked,
no matter day
or the hours of dark.
You being my eyes
I be your words
together we make
better of the worst.
I be your music
you sing the songs
in the language
to world, unknown.
You hold me close
when desires tempt
and show me light
where peace dwelled.
I pull you back
when madness rules
and ease the pains
that trouble you.
Hand in hand,
I wanted to walk,
till you let me free
to explore the dark.
Tainted I now feel,
to hold your hand
pain is all i will get
in your dream land.
Inspired by the comments shared with NU here
Submitted to Poets Rally Week 38
“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
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
When words failed to educate,
with silence did i try to object;
When tears failed to communicate,
with smiles did i try to fill the recess;
Only a night from old to new,
I severed all my ties with you.
When you failed to change your path
with a sigh did i give another try
When you failed to make it last,
with a broken heart i did cry.
Tainted freedom was what you gave
instead of dreams of a love filled place
Prompted @ 3WW , Carry On Tuesday
Submitted to Months of the year challenge – March
Dreams of past
from mind i fish
and color them in
future memories.
some beads of love
i gather silently
patches of tears
i join them with.
I imagine not
what shape i want
nor do i bother
of colors life grant.
I gather when i knit
metaphorical threads
adding,removing
daily ideas in my head.
I offer to all the gift,of
what i make and wear
it talks of wisdom
if you pretend to hear.
I sometimes dread the time
my fingers cease to move
but never will i desert
the yarn that broods.
Written for Poetry Rally Week 33 , Submitted also to Z to A challenge – K
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
On the blurred edges of my dreams,
where i search for you each night,
I found you once waiting for me,
smiling at me,or maybe on my plight.
It was a dream i know for sure,
you stood as the royal unicorn,
I remember just your smiling face
as time witnessed a tryst of souls.
You told you will wait till eternity,
but I was forbidden to yet,sleep forever,
unless I was done with spreading love
that was meant for you,but shared never.
There was some one else,worthy around
who would hold me just like I always wished,
the way I see in my dreams each night,
he is the one,the true anchor of my ship.
Saying so you left me on doors of dawn
to open my heart and let love rule it again
to make space for the cheerful dreams
and let your memories wash away the pain.
Each night since then,I dream of you
full of pride and care,my royal unicorn
to me you always will be the real star
no matter who says “you are no more”.
This poem was first written as inspired by the pic in the post, it was edited and lengthened to be submitted to the feature magazine Fried Eye. Posting it after its been published there in their latest volume.
Submitted to Poets Rally Week31
And i take a chance to formally acknowledge my award for last rally. Its a wonder 3 people voted for me and made this possible !! Thank you Jingle for the grace you bestow on me and to all the readers of Poetry Rally !
Perfect Poet Award Rally 30
Those purple framed glasses,
she wore as a challenge to school,
It was then I saw her first, being scolded,
and thought, her glossy hair looked cool.
The staircase where she sat with her gang,
talking to all who climbed up and down
the bitter whispers from the envious girls
equaled the drooping stare of guys around.
I was her pet doll in her final years
protected, loved and mentored upon
it was a rare privilege people would tell
and i valued her presence as my gourd.
There is no day when i miss her not
or feel her words of caution in my head
And also the one last kiss on my cheeks
just hours before she was found dead.
some say she was killed out of rage
some say she did it on her own,
only I know that neither is the case
she was my angel, she just returned home.
Prompted @ Big Tent Poetry
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.
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
“Am trying”
Its all i kept telling
slowly, half heartedly,
to the point of yelling..
“I tried”
that was all i could say
assertively, matter-of-fact-ly
for failing yet again.
“I promise to try hard”
I made it my motto lots time
but you never did believe me
that made it no easy in my life.
“Am trying”
Its all i can say right now
At least i accept the need to change
i just need to figure how.
Prompted @ One Single Impression
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Try hard i do to escape the past ~ to build for myself a new start
is it possible
to erase what i want ~ to have nothing for flashback ?
Prompted @ Sunday Scribblings
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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.
“Be happy”,
that’s what he said
on the roads of parting
“stay happy my friend”.
“how do i”,
i wondered aloud
and before i could ask,
he was no where to be found.
“But I will”
was all i could promise
knowing if i did not,
he will never be at ease.
Years have passed
times took different turns
but to be happy always
i tried best from my end.
Often when i was at loss
of reasons or people to smile
i smiled at the mirror
planting the smile in ym eyes.
“Its not something outside”
i realized, even though late
“that makes you love your life.
But the desire to have it that way”
“I am happy”
I told you in dreams one day
“and i know you too might be,
you are bound to get,what you gave”
And that is the secret
for the joyous life i made
to be happy, to make others so
nothing difficult for you to create.
Prompted @ One single Impresion
Written for 6WS
Image Source ( Sorry could not locate exact source)
