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

Morning charms [ #OctPoWriMo day 11]

Deep in my sleep,
I can make the sweet voice
asking me when I would wake up,
I smile , knowing well,
morning tea would not be ready
for some more time;
clink clink of vessels – pitter patter of water
the morning smell of tea
mixing in the dry hum of AC;
the soft footsteps, the warm familiarity
the half baked dreams
served with fresh bread
and her morning hellos –
She , my blessing , my friend –
her morning prayers , her cooking ,
her smile – my charms for the day
She , my friend , my angel.

 

 

This is a dedication to my dearest Roommate and best friend. Written for OctPoWriMo day 11.
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you and Me

You and Me
were those circles
growing apart in a pond

till


I wished God to throw
in a leaf ,a flower or twig
that gently swam
from me to you
binding us again
in an embrace.

You and Me
were always meant
to be love, to be care
to hide in such words
and meet in between
somewhere.

You and Me
will always hold
these ripples at bay
or let them pass through
the hearts so entwined
by fate.

If ever I have to write a reply poetry , I choose some from Ibeingme‘s blog. Maybe ’cause he is my inspiration for all my words that convey love , I can never be more happy than to write my side of thoughts on each of his word.  The poem that inspired above lines is :

You and Me
are those circles
after stones are thrown
On the surface of a pond.

When we grow bigger
We both grow further,
When stones fall deep in the water
and on the surface
where we are growing
tells the world
we were never there.

You and Me
Were never there.

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This is for OctPowriMo day 10 prompt to be inspired from another person’s poem.

Feel love around ( #OctPowriMo day#9)

 

I cried all night , and a bit in morning
till I hear him in my dream , feel my love around,
Oh dear lover, since you left last evening,
I cried all night , and a bit in morning
his unfinished songs , absent-mindedly I sing
plucking my thoughts away from his eyes brown,
I cried all night , and a bit in morning
till I hear him in my dream , feel my love around.

 

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This is a Triolet written for lyrical Poetry prompt at OctPoWriMo

 

Love is

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This is me and my love. Actually no where do we look like this but it is still a moment i cherish 🙂 And something he loved !

Love is like my stubborn heart
That fights with you
Even when if its not your fault

Love is like my battered soul
That fits in your words
Will it forever be my home ?

Love is like your hesitant smiles
That searched a reason
To be called just mine.

Love is like your king size dreams
Where your joy dwells
And i be the kingdom’s queen.

Love is like the incomplete song
We edit , we sing
And would cherish as we grow old

Love is like the melted bar of choclate
We eat less, feed more
To fingers that kiss and mate

Love is like my bad art work
You gush over it
And praise it beyond its worth

Love is like your perfect poetry
You write of random stuff
And i still find myself n it.

Live is like this verse i write
I do not wish to end
Yet i must pause now, and return to real life.

What lasts, or not

Tormented ,
Battered,
Challenged,
Almost dead;
Thats how she felt
as she wept and wept
For dreams lost
And the few she
Never met.

He smiled
And laughed
And smilrked
On her state;
Walked proud
Over her body
She never did matter,
Her naked body no more
gave him Pleasure.

It was not
Long before
That she willingly
Had shed her thoughts;
Of shame
Of guilt or sin,
Only to please
The one who
Did not love but prey.

It was never
In his eyes
Or his sweet talk
This betrayal;
She did not
Care for pain
Or the violation,
She only cried for
the moment she enjoyed.

It will not last
This shattered heart
Or even the hate
She nurtured;
Or maybe it will
And destroy it all,
Her spirit,her soul,
Her peace,her hold
on whats real, what not.

– nimue