On and off,
between silence
and words;
we switch gears,
high and low
our voices grow;
surrounded by
waves, limitless,
as far as eyes go;
I look at us, balancing
this see-saw of emotions
whichever way our lives flow;
we laugh, we kiss
we argue, but never miss
beauty in all this.
Inspired by this old prompt @ Toads
A lonely cloud in the bright sky,
the trees sway gently
as the shadows pass by;
in this stillness, I sit,
not bothered by the silences
as long within your touch.
I smile at the shy red flowers
dotting the yellows and the green;
as I move to rythm of your restless feet.
I feel alive in the freshness
of summer sun on empty roads
waiting for the bus, to take us home.
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Inspired by Toads prompt to write a stillness poem.
A casual wave, a shy smile,
a lazy twirl – and she earned
being called the temptation personified;
the young ones lost hearts,
while old ones enjoyed their silly fights –
each judging her arrogant ways –
confused by the power she held,
none ever thought of her lonely eyes
wandering the hills, far away from all men.
not a soul, she had to talk;
until he moved along as she passed;
within weeks, some days more;
her heart finally found a home.
“This is where I found myself so lost” –
today, on the same hill, he proposed.
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Inspired by Reena’s exploration challenge & Weekend writing Prompt
Also linked to Open Link night @ dVerse Poets Pub
These days I think
of my childhood,
cleaner , simpler times;
I regret the moments
I wanted to leave them behind –
the ways of the nature,
the words of the wise and old;
no haste no waste,
Nothing thrown, nothing lost.
I seek ways to return,
and fail to train myself to re-learn
what I ignored to value before;
What you sow,so shall you reap,
The basic of living – and I forgot.
Now the price to be paid,
by generations to come
– an apt punishment ?
Or a warning just yet,
buried in toxic waste,
hated by our own children
for teaching them wrong ways,
Mankind marching in a race,
Beyond the point of no return.
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Written for DVerse Poetics where we are asked to write on Climatic crisis.
Image source linked
Memories –
Some faded on corners
Others bright;
A green house
Ringing with love and laughter
With me;or without ?
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This is a shadorma poetry written for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka poetry prompt.
Layers upon layers –
society’s judgements piled on her;
her dreams buried in the heart.
word by word, she forged her way
a burst of color, a tint of magic;
a butterfly set free on paper…
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Inspired by Six sentence Story (Burst) and BrewsNspew Cafe (Butterfly)
1. You
I thought only of you.
I thought of you when mornings happened late.
I thought of you when nights refused to calm down.
I thought of you when the meals went untouched.
I thought of you when clothes remained a mess.
I thought of you when the balcony plant got flowers.
I thought of you when the snow became thing of the past.
I thought only of you.
I thought of you when no words came out of my pen.
I thought of you when favorite songs felt strange.
I thought of you when poetry became harder to tell
I thought of you when stories of new lands failed.
I thought of you when art gave no solace to my soul.
I thought of you when the skies offered no place to go.
2. I
I
did not feel
the same, more like a
new neighbor exchanging
hello, over tea and cookies;
Day by day I paled
trying to add you
(your thoughts and memories)
to the heart that was all yours;
overflowing with you
I floated and sank
between reality and my wants
to have you;
only YOU.
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Written for –
This poem is written as a response to write a poem of at least two multi-stanza cantos, using the styles found in She Had Some Horses by Joy Harjo
I only follow the trees. I walk where the path leads me, away from the noises of the traffic, into the forest bordering the busy roads. The little bridges become my resting stops – taking in the surrounding peace, the music of the water passing below me, the occasional kid on the bike ringing his bell to warn the walkers. I often walk with music plugged in my ears but not when I enter such trails. these trails demand the respect and attention that we humans have stopped paying to nature, not without consequences though. So I walk; different days, different colors, different company but a single thought – I am blessed to be finally able to appreciate the beauty and the uses of being surrounded by nature.
holding hands, together
not knowing where the path led
love made me see stars
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Inspired by Crimson’s Creative Challenge#34 and linked to Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Poetry challenge
On paths we unknowingly walk,
shaping ways, says and cares
who we are,is never set in stone.
The story take turns and twists,
imprints of people we carry along
On paths we unknowingly walk
Time like a ribbon,ties them all
memories trapped,soft and strong
shaping ways, says and cares
Never too sure,who we might become
never too proud,of what we were;
who we are, is never set in stone.
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Written for dVerse Poetics : Cascade Poetry form
Barren trees freezing
Good words from one who matter;
One sun to warm all
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This is for my best friend , the brother from another mother , who has brought light to my day today.
Shared with Colleen’s weekly tanka challenge and What do you see