A world with you

The only dream of a different world i ever had, was to live with the one i loved [ or so i thought] And so the “new world” always brings these feelings to surface.

 

It was a silly dream i know
living together forever
love would never have grown
It was a silly dream i know
Seeds of  new world i did sow
now weeds it though gather
It was a silly dream i know
living together forever.

living together with you
It was a silly dream i know
not even a weed to hold to
living together with you
some facts are as untrue
as the challenges they throw
living together with you
It was a silly dream i know

Seeds of  new world i did sow
though no hope i ever had
love would never have grown
Seeds of  new world i did sow
It was a silly dream i know
i wish it was better dead
Seeds of  new world i did sow
though no hope i ever had.

 

Prompted @ Theme Thursday , March challenge

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Writing

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]

Kill or bake

The hands were once taught
to wield the power of pain
to torture each and all
that defame my master’s name.
But that was in the past
when the one to command
was as cruel as anyone could be
one who wanted to rule the world
by force of lot of dark magic.
I have no guilt of the tales old,
I did exactly what I was told.
But the new master now I have
he loves to cure and heal,
him I understand not yet
when he talks of only peace.
I only know I am bound to him
and can not refuse what he asks
since am forever bound to his will
but making bread is one hard task.
The dough must be done perfect
I must now know when its baked
and the flavors for seasoning,
just like I knew the ways to pain
And I must also learn to wait
for the bread to be soft and light
like once I was taught of torture,
of darkness ruling human mind
I sure like this new life of mine
And more the man who rules me
even if I have yet to show my care
except baking as good as him.

This poem is inspired by one of the character – The “Mord Sith” in the  “Sword of Truth” series am reading [ completed 5 books in last one year]

More about my fav Mord Sith – Cara

And here is a wall paper i found on internet [ did not know the book has inspired a TV series “Legend of the Seeker” ]

Inspired by Magpie Tales , March Challenge [ Day 23 – Bread , Day 24 – Magic ]

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