poetry

Roots

Remembering the days
Of words dancing freely
On the pages of my mind
To the tunes of my fancy;
Sole flights of the trapped mind.

The prompt at the dVerse was to write Acrostic Poem. This triggered so much nostalgia. There was a time when I could create various forms of poetry without difficulty. And today , I have left writing so behind that even I miss my own poetry. Thanks to blogchatter , I have decided to write a little more regularly this month and to read new blogs too. Wish me luck !

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Little clouds of dreams

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Like dandelions

Fluttering freely in the air

The white fluffy dreams blinking

in the sun; I stand there rooted

Looking at the blinding light

Confusing it with hurdles.

Once the eyes close, it is clear;

the strength I need,the affirmations,

the will and the confidence

It’s all there in me; burning low

But enough to be stroked into a fire

The won’t burn me but has the power

Of a Phoenix to rise from within;

The dreams now stick to me

Like clouds of cotton candy

Sweetening the air and mouth so sticky,

I return to the night, wiser probably.

Another year ..

The heart has grown
accustomed to love
Cares and kisses some,
Of you,your shadows,
My wings from your hugs.
The mind has grown
In pushing boundaries,
Breaking away my chains,
Burning paths into wild,
Claiming my rightful place.
Another year of my life,
And yet I started living
Only after we met,
Another year crossed off
Merging goods,bads into the best.

Happy birthday to me !

❤

Rise beyond routine

While Hawkings toiled
on his ideas about time,
going back and forth
on is own thesis,
all theories need
not be believed,
but proved;he opined.
I wonder at existence,
perseverance
and the magnanimous
personality one must have
to rise beyond daily
routine and pettiness.
Greatness comes with price,
to be focused always
on the goal unknown,
tracing just the path
as and when it shows,
like a wingless flight.
I marvel at dedication
of people who become legends,
and wish their spirits
would bless me similar,
May I never lose hope
no matter where and how I end.

I watched the movie “Theory of everything” today. And over the weekend, I also watched the Dhoni movie. While watching both , the one thought that resonated all through me was the dedication and never to give up. We stray so easily from our own goals, its not even worth boasting. But this weekend , I decided to put some of the thoughts into action and see where my dreams lead me. Since the birthday month also started, I plan to begin the change process right from today. Hope the next year makes me really wiser with age 😉

You are a dream !

When i had lost hopes
And faith on even friends,
You , stranger , light of love
Came to put the darkness to end.

Did you know i resisted long
To smile at your best joke,
To let you feel privileged
For only you i let come close.

It was my lucky stars at work
When we finally met for coffee
One look at you, and i realized
God has sent his best angel for me.

Books, coffee, walks and songs
We shared less than we wish for,
We have talked hours and still much
Is always left to pass along.

Books,music,wines and nature
Things people want to dream of
You add charm to all of these
You are what dreams are made for.

You are the goodwill I earned,
The comfort of home,childhood wish.
You are the friendship I love,
I adore,I flaunt;and always will.

🙂