smile & silence : Two posts for #OctPoWriMo

I skipped writing yesterday , So please bear with two poems in this post [ both off the prompt perhaps ]

His smile

slight curve
of the silent lips
he fills my soul
slowly, sweetly;
sweaty palms
on my skin,
fingers sketching
trails of sin,
sigh, moan,
his eyes shine
oh love,I lust for
the way you smile…

Today’s prompt is silence. I have rarely liked being silent or silent people. there was a time when after a while , silence would make me uncomfortable. It changed when I had to move to a new city and was alone most weekends. Here is a thought on those days –

Lonliness – a mistress I keep
for company in nights
when all world sleeps
but not my thoughts;
silence – the child i never sought
until one night the knocks
on my heart’s door
took away my sleep;
there was much to learn
and so much more to know
about my love , my fears,
my denial and the pain,
my acceptance , be it late.
There was much to let go of,
the world was no more known
silence and loneliness took over
and I was never the same again.

 

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This is for OctPoWriMo # 13 , 14

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Just a memory

To never stop loving ❤

 

Just a memory,
she convinced her lover
the latest one,
as she came back to him,
his smell,his touch,
her own senses still locked
in a far away thought,
of another time,
another lost smile
as she stood alone
and mourned the death
of first innocent love,
of mushy words
that she actually meant,
not just then..

But now it is,
just a memory
she convinces herself.

When a woman loves

When a woman loves,
a song I heard one day;
and never knew how I would
relate to it in some way …

I remember not
the signs it detailed,
or the actions of the
lady in love, as singer says;

All I now am left with is
the faint melody
and the fragrances
of that love filled memory.

Those were the days
love rested in words alone
and today I stand
in arms of some one my own.

When a woman loves,
she might just act like me
or do I love and pine
like any woman in love would be.

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This poem is inspired by another poem of same name by Blaga.

Some blogs , some other stuff.

As a kid , I used to wait for the sunday ice creme treat from dad. and even before he could reach the shop , i would sit in front of the gate, waiting for him.
 
You know what reminds me of this image in my head ? Deboshree !! Every time she post on her blog , I wait for her to start checking other blogs. And finally I would get an email of her liking the post , followed by her comment. How much I always look forward to her words on my posts !!
 
😀
 
She is one of the few people whom I not just think but feel and know I would love having as my friend. 
 
Witty and sensible , her blog is pure delight to read . 
 
( This is a cue for you to finally click on the hyperlink and read her blog  😛 )
 
 
Now that I am finally writing this post , Let me introduce you to another wonderful blog I am hooked to these days. And its NOT a poetry / story blog. This time I am stalking a cookery blog. Such easy , yummy and mostly indian ones. One reason might be that , I have taken up cooking a little more serious now days since I am fed up of eating out (and the results are all great , trust me ) Some day If I ever start posting food pics and recepies,  not to be surprised people .. Till then, do check this blog  by @Womod/Pinksocks
 
 
Sadly I am not reading many of the blogs I so love and more sad is the fact that I have no idea why I do not get time for them. April was one month where I could not even finish 2 novels !! ( and I have a goal of 51 for 2012 ) ! But this month looks much better in all aspects .
 
I finally joined gym (after trying to avoid it from some weeks ) thanks to a tempting offer of some new dresses being gifted to me by a friend !  😀
 
And my group book review blog can finally see some posts from me again !
 
Also, I might be soon bidding farewell to two very dear friends , which I can bear knowing that its their shining moment 🙂
 
No more for now ( I am tired of typing  😛 )
 
More soon !!
Keep blogging and Stay nice to all !
 
Love !
 

The “some one”

Photo Copyright: James Rainsford. Used with Permission.

The only name he smiled at,
the only eyes he looked for,
the very smile to flatter him,
the only girl he wished to live for –
today she remains in heart and mind,
a memory of a long-lost time.
From everything to some one special,
the transition happened without cause;
the face was never captured in photo,
it was meant to stay as a muse unknown.

Prompted @ Dverse Poetics (Image ) , OSI (transition ) , Sunday Scribblings ( whats the rest of the story )

I saw them

Source : Trainstation by No Life Before Coffee (via Flickr stream)

I see her standing at the platform, half hidden by the corner pillar; her left foot tapping to the song playing on her Ipod, looking nowhere in particular but everywhere. For a moment, our eyes meet and we smile. she turns her look away almost immediately as if hiding from me as I keep staring at her elegant and almost attractive features. Noticing all possible visual details about her, I try hard to remember her but in vain. Every name that pops in ym head is negated by the playful smile she has on her face as if enjoying the trouble she has given me. She once more looks at me from corner of her eye and looks at the incoming train for an excuse to look elsewhere.

He comes out of the train and as if she was already aware , she picks her stuff and hurries to meet him. Taking him in her arms she beams like a child who has got an extra candy during lunch time. she whispers in his ear and he looks at me with one of the most heart breaking smile. And that’s when I know who she is. I used to be her some years back ; She used to be me that time. My future baffled at my present ; My present hiding from the future ME.

I see them walk past me with a knowing smile. I miss those days. I miss him. I miss myself. Andhere I stand , awaiting for another chance perhaps.


Prompted @ Sunday Picture Press , Inspiration Monday , 3WW