the winds decide to drop
the words and wishes in your lap
solitude talks loud..
Lonely I am, not the memories
neither i share this with my dreams;
you will be back one day,
so screams even the hurting distances
(These lines are translation of the following lines i wrote in my native language Hindi, long back on margins of a novel i was reading.)
tanha mai hoon,yaadein nahi,
na hi khwaab akele rehte hain;
tum aaogi laut kar ek din,
mujhse ye faasle kehte hain…
Submitted to Z to A challenge – S
This post is a way to express my unsaid feelings for few people. So i dedicate this to following special ones in my life :
One who made me laugh so much to make me forget a bad day,
One who made me cry so much that i was empty of pain;
One who listened to me so well that i felt all important
One who refused to acknowledge me,adding to my strength;
One who wiped my silent tear,gathering my battered soul
One who turned his back on me,it lead me to newer hopes.
One who loved, cared, loves and will always try to be so
Also to those who made me weak, remember i still love you all.
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011 TO YOU ALL !
Inspired by #LettersIneverWrote hashtag on twitter by canis poeticus.
Submitted to Z to A challenge – D , Re-blogged for One Shot Wednesday
I Admire : and appreciate :
how addictive :
the challenge was : all through the month
Dedicated to one and only Leo who hosted this challenge.
Submitted to Z to A challenge – A
Weaving words in my head
a bridge of elemental thoughts
a festival of dream chase,
memory, the forever friends,
inspiration – colors in life,
For life is the muse of beauty.
If i would be some one else,
i prefer the things change not,
Poetry for me is a lesson (f)or lost,
me and blogs,young by God’s grace
a match of head and heart,
road to bliss,reason to smile.
faith i keep,in what i write
ripples of hopeless moments
I let go like,not clasp like outcast,
qualified yet am not,to stand proud
’cause Life is a untiring struggle
am trying,and awarded alike.
This is a poem i wrote from the title of all my previous posts. Dedicated to Netsonix for the idea of this post.
Submitted as part of One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday
And now an announcement of a challenge : Months of a year challenge
One of the best conversation is one which flows without effort – towards new horizons and ideas .. And i have such poetic banter with Preeti often. This is our latest and one of the best talks in recent times -
strangers now : wondering who : you to me : me to you : we to us #gogyohka
strangers we were : how we met : fell in love : fell apart too soon : and strangers we are again
stranger we are not though, to feelings that rust my heart, to ideas polluting the mind, a soul sold to cupid
cupid is not to blame: he’s the excuse we find: he’s not the one who made me love you: blame me and only me
love is a game, we fell in trap, we could not entertain much, an hence we part #poetry
don’t call my love a game, don’t call it a trap, its not some entertainment it was how I felt, don’t part away just now..
i played , i made the traps, only to be lost, in the maze you set, true or not, love hurt us both
no words to refuse you , none to refuse myself from the hurt, you do not deserve me, no words to tell how less i did
you lose me here dear l for love is what i never will know ; it eludes me as much as i seek ; so now i just let it be
Submitted to Z to A challenge – C
And now an announcement of a challenge : Months of a year challenge
Do not,dare you,
ever think of me
broken- not yet;
not unless i see you lose
in the maze you designed
and trapped me in;
not unless i know myself
how lonely is your end
or the pain you lived in
i sear i can not regret
neither will i pretend.
I hate to hate you
even when you leave
but this wasn’t my idea
you get what you bargained !
Written for Z to A challenge – E , Submitted to One Shot Wednesday
Years of neglect had taken away the shine – rust and dust competed to eat what ever was left of it. But sometimes the substance you put into making lasts all this and more.These are the trophies that never cease to make you proud. Like the few friends you can count never to lose with time.
Prompted @ Magpie Tales
Submitted to Z to A challenge – F , Fridayflash 55
Call it lame, or the easy way out, i have decided to make this a Gogyohka post
Poetry i seek
does it qualify me
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
and for those who are on twitter, check some of the most wonderful gogyohka poetry here
Often we miss people who are far from us (physically at times and sometimes out of all contact) , but have you ever missed the way you felt when the person you think was around - ever wanted to be touched again the way that magical moment happened. To bask in the warmth of that hug which moved you most ! The one moment that sealed your bond with the other person – be it friend, lover or your girlfriend.
The tears wiped on the other shoulder,
the bear hugs on surprise gifts and visits,
the understanding “jaadoo ki jaffi(hug)” without reason or time,
the fitting 5 people in place for 3 at night outs,
the talks shared in the balcony of friend’s place in a clear night,
the hug of your irritating teenage stinking brother,
the conscious hug my dad gave me when i left for college,
the farewell hugs(each one was as hurting) ,
the >:D< , the #twugs and so on…
like stranger senses work
recreate the memories at will
the voids in heart filled
Submitted to Z to A challenge – H , Haiku Heights , Sunday Scribblings
Monday knocks with poetry pot(luck)
some well versed, some random thoughts
on sunday (I) scribbled on few of my dreams
and memories’ lot. My one (single) impression
on words we hear oft, all this and more i find
when i reach One Shot (Wednesday)
Three words and an images roll
(thursday)some tales will be spun
if friday flash 55 is to be made fun
Some times i dwell in the big tent (poetry)
and walk along the (poetry) rally too
Imperfect Prose touches my heart
and yet at times haiku(heights) gives me a start.
how can I ever be out of ideas and words
when all these stand as my blog’s best friend.
By now you must have realized this is a compilation of all the prompts i attempt every week. These are the biggest reason for me not to have had a break till now. Thank you.
Written for Z to A challenge – I
PS : All these prompt sites are linked in my sidebar under “inspired by” section.
Where were you last night ?I tried to reach you ..
I forgot my cell.
Where did you go ?
I went to a party with a lady friend.
you were with her all night ?
Yes.It was fun.
You said Its cool. Right ?
Ha ! Knew that.Was testing you.
So the lady..
Just my Imagination.
Inspired by one of my fav track “Just my Imagination” which also was the first thing i was reminded of from letter J.
Submitted to Friday flash55 & Z to A challenge – J
Dreams of past
from mind i fish
and color them in
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
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
Some days i appreciate,the favors you did to me,being the way you were
you would never act happy when if tried to clutch,the things that delighted me
and this be the reason i lost you,hate the lesson you made me learn…
Prompted @ 3 word wednesday , Z to A challenge – L . Submitted also to One Shot Wednesday
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
memory like silk thread
caress my face till in echo,
tears cut across it
Written for Z to A challenge – M , OSI (echo) , Haiku heights – Silk
and following is the song i listen to most when i travel down the memory lane :
Shared with Musical Monday
I never thought
the “new city”
people like you,
real yet not
far yet close
guiding me to
places i like
any day i asked
any and every time.
Dedicated to Yogesh whom i met via twitter – my first friend and guide in the “new city”.
Written for Z to A challenge – N
Also submitted to Poetry Potluck
tried to be special;
no pals,no talks,no love,just
This poetry of syllable pattern 1-3-5-7-1 is Oddquain. Learned from here
Submitted to Z to A challenge – O
can ever match the surprises
This is all i learned in the journey of poetry writing since i started this blog. Today writing this i am really proud of my work here and thankful to all who have read, commented and inspired me to keep going.
Submitted to Z to A challenge – P and Sensational Haiku Wednesday
Smiling faces with prying eyes,
humor laced words flow back and forth.
The guy appears shy -
the centre of attraction though,
His parents narrating the worth -
education, wealth,family and future,
Her parents look pleased
and curious enough to ask bit more -
Its the girl’s turn now
to be talked of in similar details
education, skills,hobbies and plans -
two kings describing their treasure trails.
All eyes now set in anticipation,
immediately the girl is gestured to come
with a smile pasted on the nervous face
she enters bearing the burden of family name.
The guy gives a hurried look,
one towards the girl,another to his folks
and the decision is sealed,
they did not like what they came to see.
she knows it well -
knew it before she stepped in front
she does not have a pretty face
nor the body blessed with grace.
It matters not,how well she read
or the fact she earned family’s bread -
It was a shame she didn’t look good
all other qualifications were put to end.
Submitted to Z to A challenge – Q
Also linked to 3WW and Imperfect Prose
Written for Z-A Challenge – T
understanding stems from,
urban and rural both
urge for similar goals -
unreal its not;reality does rot.
Know more about this Poetry form – “Pleiades” here
Written for Z to A Challenge – U ; Also submitted to One Shot Wednesday
The ceremonies, sacred fire, the feras* ( part of hindu wedding), tears of mixed joy at the farewell and the new faces in the his home – all seemed a dream to her till she sat in front of the mirror to get dressed next morning and saw the box of vermilion – sacred mark of her marriage.
Written for Z to A challenge
Who am I really ?
When will i achieve my destiny ?
Where will i find the love meant for me ?
Why do things not happen the way I want ?
Whom did i hurt when i lived without care ?
And the list of questions starting like this goes on endless. But how often do we wonder on “How” ? And more specifically the hows of future ?
From today i pledge to replace every “W” question with a “how” one.
How to define myself ?
How to achieve what I want ?
How do I keep my heart open for love and not otherwise ?
How can I make things work for me ?
How should I apologize for the wrong i did ?
And suddenly I see all answers lie within me. All it needs is to be
- Be true to one self
- Remain honest to others
- Know your weakness
- Use your strength
- Love yourself
- Hate the fact that you “hate something”
bla blah blah !!! Haven’t we all read such words before ?? How long do we remember then even !! Not unless we need that kick again to rise and shine. I wrote this post as a reminder to my pledge , a cement to my ideas on being productive even in thoughts !
I repeat my promise
that I made to myself
the same person i meet
from other side of mirror -
empty eyes search me
a lonely smile taunts me
and i promise (again)
i will keep you happy
oh yes, i will make sure
you do not shy from any one.
So the last but not the least thought for tonight, Don’t just read or write about what you want and how to have it, ACT !! Make your dreams come true. And if they don’t, have the assurance you tried your best at least.
Written for Z to A challenge.
Also submitted to -
YOU, my xenagogue
one i never would see or hear
know i love to read you.
never cease to charm with words
my ideas heed to you.
for all of us – bloggosphere,
directions ? lead on !
Prompted @ Z to A challege
Also submitted to Sensational Haiku Wednesday
xenagogue – guide; someone who conducts strangers
xenodochial – hospitable; kindly to strangers
xenodochium – building for the reception of strangers
Read lot of “X” words here
And since this post is about blogging, i thought its the best place to include here my latest award from Jingle :
Poet of September Runner up
Thank you !!
Nothing like memories
shared with friends of old times
to make you feel young
what your youth creates
the old age sits and laughs about
a mystic of this life
(Loose)Haiku#1 Written for Z to A challenge
Haiku#2 Prompted @ Haiku Heights