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.
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This is written for Open Link night @ dVerse
As soon as I read the prompt light(s) , I was flooded with lot of options to write about. And then I thought of ways to light up our life and other’s as well. so here I wrote an acrostic for light -
Love
Inspire
Greet
Help
Team-up
Here’s another beautiful light in my life ( gifted to me on my birthday this october ) :
And one for the lovely bunch of people , who light my life -
To family for being the light,
that shines in my heart -
and the lovely fireflies
that makes me smile each time.
To the friends that adorn my skies
whether day or darkest hour of night,
and shine in such unseen corners
where nothing seems to fit right.
To the love that keeps me writing
of people , words and images,
of comments so kind and fun
I owe it to you all for keep me loving.
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For Two shoes , Month of year challenge – Oct
A compromise,
this life is;
reminds the lady
in my head.
the decisions
are just lies;
whispers the voice
as I lie in bed;
take it forward
or stay put;
I have no say,
its yours to prove.
Within the bounds of thoughts,
we wish at times we could write,
as powerful as we think,
the threads of dreams,
in and out of my mind,
something tangible yet lost.
When sleep won over,
i risked the words last night,
losing them within myself,
finally forgetting,
unable to even trace,
as musch as i try.
Someday it will return from the wild origins,
someday those words will flow again,
someday…
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.
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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
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.
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Linked to Open Link night , sunday whirl
The card came in the morning.”Happy Wedding anniversary darling” was all it read . No flowers , no gifts to accompany it. She kept it on the table and read it every time she crossed it. Some times she simply stopped her chores and read the words. His words. After so many years together , she was not amazed to receive the card. But she knew the words had no weight. She felt a feeling of loss. why was she trying to find a meaning for her life in these words ?
The divorce happenned that weekend. He married her best friend the next.
When winds refused
to raise the wings,
i grew for years
to help me stay above;
I cut them one by one
dripping blood and tears
and into a shell i went
away from all dear ones.
But words are stronger
then i ever imagined
a golden ray of hope,
I caught for escape.
only words did keep
the promise to stick,
people came closer
and some were let go,
but always did god grant
a special one to hold.
To all those special
and dear ones I raise
a wassil for lifetime
whether i stay around
or decide to move on.
today you people matter
and i wish to keep it so
till we forget our blessing,
and have our dreams lost.
This post#600 is dedicated to every one I met in my journey of writing on this page. Thank you every one. Bless you !
A special mention to the love i got from few people in my life that has kept me loyal to my first love – the love for words.
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Prompted @ The Mag , OSI
Here are 2 places I am gonna haunt for prompts and reading :
And of course am gonna write too 
SO here we go :
Each week, you return to me
with no new words or messages,
each week I welcome still
with open arms,smiling
at the god’s gift
even for time being.
I tell my fears and secrets
in details,shamelessly
to you alone and spaces
that your kisses leave
between my curses
to you,myself and living,
struggling to be free
of either you or the habit
to need, regularly.
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Written for PAD#1 : To write a communication Poem
Starting in July 1st week, Blaga started the Season’s favorite challenge. Something which i so badly wanted to do but the lack of enough ideas discouraged me. Lets just say, I was not in the correct frame. At the end of this challenge, the participants wrote a post on All time favorite. I wrote this poem, dedicated to this lovely lady ! and her awesomely amazing blog :
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a stolen glance – across the summer fields,
a shy kiss – in the darkest bend of road
out together on a long summer drive;
a warm hug – in the coldest hours
as snow wraps your place,you wrap love;
as rains hit the window pane – hot tea
with spicy snacks fried by mother;
the retorts ,the scoldings, fights in a day;
the barren look like the autumn tree -
as yellow carpets cover the dull roads;
or the time when you think of the flowers -
that covered the trees,lined the roads,
and added romance to your evenings at times;
whether alone, with lover or family of friends,
wether silent, talking or singing to self,
in whatever way, you chose to express,
words link you to the moment and feelings,
to people known and from far off lands -
they hold the world and rule it so,
they love you as much, as you hold them close !
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It was raining when i woke up. As I stepped out and inhaled the damp smell of the empty lot behind my place. The water fell into the puddles making spiral beauties. I smiled, and the same time I thought of a pic you had sent me. Sitting on the banks of a river, making similar circles with the stones, you appeared to enjoy so much. It was the first pic you had emailed me, even though it showed your back to the camera and a raised hand with stone. you used to send me a pic of yours after every time we fought like we would never talk again. And your smile would melt my anger always. no words ,no apologies , no regrets.
Just insane conversations and lame ideas chasing some impossible dreams and making a heavy drug – a magic potion that became not just addiction but a way of living. when realities offered to pull me down, it was my world with you that kept me smiling and hopeful. Every dark night brought me to your door steps and even if i had to wait for days to hear from you, I waited at the door steps, knocking on the door once in a while.
In hope you will listen,
and even if you not,
you understood me still,
and calmed my chaos.
Then one day you locked the door and went away to unknown lands. I sat staring at the door, staring at it hard in hope it will break lose and lead me to your sanctum – where I know you have left a clue for any one who comes seeking. Oh yes, you did that unknowingly , but I am sure there is a clue in there. But I dare not touch the lock. You will not want me to step in there. You never wanted me to know you as well as I managed to. So I walk away, and create new worlds from my dreams. But I cross your door still, in hope you will return some day. You will return , won’t you ?? The silence echoes with disappointed sighs. You are not going to return, and I will not break the lock, not yet.
The unsaid desire of yours
the unheard cries of my heart
the wait for an impossible time
the sound of fading footstep.
Its been a while I have been standing in the rains, and thinking all this. With wet eyes and heavy heart , i return to my room. As I step out of my clothes, I feel as if i am shedding a mask of mine. A mask I wore after you were gone. An invisible cloak, like I talked about last night.
Yes, i changed, morphed into a sponge that absorbs and loses the world as and when I want, and not the black whole I was turning into when you left. I am not just alive , I live. I not just breathe, i make the air a part of me and when I let it out, I wish it has taken away my negative thoughts with it. I drink in the words floating around me and get high on the lines that others sell. Its a simple transaction , you sell some , you buy some.
Words that taunt your silence
pauses that fill the lines
pain that sweeps the mind
tears that fill your nights.
This weekend I saw a movie which talked of one last wish if you come alive out of a deadly situation. I did not have to think twice. I new what I would do – I will break that lock and seek you. i will not rest till I have found you. I do not know what i want to say , or what I need to hear. Maybe I just want to see if you have learned how to hug some one well. Maybe you learned a lot more while away from me. whatever be it, I need to see you once again. You took air out of my world, but it still breathes; You took away the spring , i kept it alive with tears; you took yourself out of it, I implanted your memories instead.
.
One more hug,
one more smile,
one infinite kiss
that lasts just a while.
..
you think I will move on , I did. you think I will grow out of the bond , I did. you think I will forget you, I can’t.
you remember me still, i know. you miss listening to me , i know. you will never admit to even yourself, i know that too.
I know this all,
I know bit more,
I know your ways,
mine, you forgot !
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Image Source : tumbler
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This is the 4ooth post on my blog and hence dedicated to the one I have been using as a muse since I started the blog ! Bless you !
Grip lost on word thread,
they prefer my pain to any joy
test of fortitude ?
…
Prompted @ three word wednesday , Sensational haiku Wednesday
Last weekend Loot !!
Well last weekend was a package deal ! And such an amazing time !!
And it was also a beginning of another lost hobby – to write random lyrics in a notebook that always adorns the bedside. Here is the first set ( one of my mom’s favorite) in hindi -
This is the song my mom kind of gave as a lesson when we were of the age to have feelings for guys. My mother is a pretty cool lady. I remember her asking this question from time to time if I had a boyfriend or if I liked some one during college years. Here’s the song :
[ Its opening lines and the rest of it has one message - It is not possible for any human to leave all the world / his possessions for the sake of love. The song further says that what if you could not be together for life , isn't it enough that your hearts were one once ! ]
Have a great weekend !
Source : neloqua @ flickr
Images flash,
moving eyeballs,
register nothing,
imagination null,
wishes ride high
on low lying desire
to see the magic
words create on me,
and to spin a web
of illusionary world
to make sense
of my existence !
.
.
Written for One Shot Wednesday
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.]
Between the loud conversation
in the overlapping pauses
we look at each other
from corner of the eye;
the silence has its riches -
i take a sip of its memories,
you nibble at the dreams
while our present connects us,
with the painful realization
that no words can be persuasive
enough to bind you to me
no feelings can trap yours
You are as much unknown
as my heart feels you inside
as much toxic is your presence
as heavenly seems your touch
your eyes overpower my words
and the remaining breaths
you seal with one last kiss
your musty essence erasing me -
one goodbye that was to be final,
I realized it not then,fortunately.
Prompted @ We Write Poems , Three Word Wednesday
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]
command what you say
before you turn sarcastic
it’s wasted on me.
I really am no naive that I do not understand your anger. I also know when you are being sarcastic about some thing. But It makes me laugh most times. I do not get the whole concept of mocking what happened or what not. Can you not say in plain words if you are so much upset about it ?
I hope next time you remember this ’cause I am so not going to help your cause otherwise. I can and will probably go along with your words and irritate you more.
And even though it hurts me as much , I will make sure I do not let you know about it then. Later, you will pay the price trust me !
Inspired by Letters I’ll never send , OSI , Haiku Heights
Strange are mind’s ways
try as much, we never get a say
In mysterious manner it strays
leading words into its play.
Stranger does our words flow
a silent pact they do uphold
to spread the tales of any show
that life stages, but we ignore.
Written for One shot Wednesday
Inspired from the comments at NU’s post between him and me.
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 .
