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Bracelet

It is a family tradition –
a tiny gold bracelet with little bells
a bird, a flower, an protective eye,
added at random to the sleek chain
Passed to every newlywed
a reminder to the expectations.


Many years later, the unused bracelet
rests heavily on my hopeless heart
like chains, it holds me a slave
to feel like a failure, even if privately.

Inspired by Day#7 prompt at Toads : Bracelet

Regret

I sometimes regret
once knowing you so well
like a part of my own soul,
your words that healed me
like the blood of my own;
if only I could have kept you
trapped in my memories alone,
as if you were never mine to be;
I wished for a sister, a companion
to my lonely, loveless world,
forgetting how our forbidden love
would bring upon us, all the ill-luck.

The prompt for day#6 poem @ toads was to write a poem in the voice of another: in this case, the voice of a woman living in feudal times, addressing her laotang (a lifelong BFF/soul sister matched to young girls in China).

Warning

Darkness. Violence. You & Me

Me – drowning within a sea of hands,

taking away my dignity & sanity

one handful at a time;

You – silent tears trapped behind

the glass tower you locked yourself in

assuming I can fight once more

without laying guilt on your soul;

Guess what , I did escape again

no thanks to you, all on my own

so what if it is a recurring dream,

how could you dismiss it so easily,

the one time i bared my fears

should i take it is a warning ,

to never again depend on someone

to fight my demons away.

The corner table

Often I find my thoughts
Subjected to microscope
Of my own history with you –
Pastel walls surround Me,
on the corner table with metal chairs,
next to the only window in the cafe,
I see under the natural light,
Across the road I see you,
throwing smiles at everyone
picking flowers and coffee
I follow your path to me
One more time or last, I wonder;
My feet lead me here, again
even with a new name and address
memories refuse to leave me,
this window, this corner, our breakup


Inspired by NaPoWriMo day 2 & Linked to Open Link Night @ Dverse

Red is for you

Us
From my wedding day

The day I first loved this color;
buying bangles, dress, jewelry
everything in shades of gold & red –
the auspicious color of traditions,
of tying two hearts & fates together
of prayers, wishes, hopes and dreams
A symbol of me being with you
for next seven lifetimes
a mark of me belonging
not just you, but a new life
of passion, of loyalty, of honor
The day I first picked this dress,
I realized the power of red
to change a nervous lover
into the most confident bride.

Written for DVerse Poets prompt : Red

Without you

A little ball of darkness,
hidden deep inside –
so many negative thoughts
below the layers of doubts;
Untouched by love and light,
i wasn’t ready for a gift like you
since you kissed me one night,
my dreams feel bright and new;
Scared of losing,I refuse your claim
but days,weeks and months pass,
you fight the sadness in my soul
by bringing to me moon and stars;
Away from you,but forever in thoughts
an empty shell, looking sad and lost
I know it is not how its supposed to be,
but darling, without you, I fail to breathe.

Linked to Open Link night @ Dverse

You are my light

For every moment,
you have shown me love,
I have had a million
doubts on me, questions
on my self-worth; why for
do I deserve this light,
but for every such night,
I also remember how goodness
of a heart, needs a receptive
soul, even a little dark,
to understand the price
you and I paid for this alliance;
I remember the verses I owed
to gods of broken hearts,
begging for a reason for my tears,
to show me a way away from fears.
And it led me to your fragile soul,
hard from outside, the smiles hiding
the loneliness of much wiser mold.
Now every time fate tempts me to stray
I cling and fight harder, to always stay
bound to your chains of trust and hope
I will love you in the darkness of soul.

 

Inspired by the Mini challenge at Imaginary Toads to use a line from Kerry O’Connor’s poetry  [ my inspiration is italiized in the verse above ] the reason I chose this line is because the moment I read this, I knew it felt so true for me and way I feel about my love for the light in ym life – my partner in this life.

Taste of Love

Me & Y, 2011

It’s not just coffee,
or the stale sandwich
(from previous day of course –
who delivers fresh at 6:00 AM)
of any random all-night cafe I miss.
It is the corner one on stop
that was the farthest for us both
so none could ever find us,
it’s that very cafe, that last table,
the coffee as fresh as the rising sun
when we would meet for secret dates;
It is that coffee and the sandwich
I wish to be having this week –
memories of our love and fights,
of tears and smiles as we faced the world
together as one, to be forever one;
but first some coffee.

Inspired by Flashback prompt @ Toads and linked to Open Link Night @ dVerse Poetics


For almost an year before we got married , me and my husband would meet at this non descript cafe every alternate Saturday morning. I would later go to my parent’s home for the weekend and he would spend the day playing with friends. This week we celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary in a different country and I miss all those places that have seen us grow together and grow in love.

Whispers

Autumn Breath
Jason Limberg

Dreams whisper to me
at impossible times;
i carry a mirrror of my own
my ideas seeking colors,
release from my soul;
It isn’t rocket science
to drown the voices in head
but harder it is each day
to justify living to yourself;
Wether stupid, naive or unreal-
dreams can wait a lifetime to reveal
the truth behind the scene
can only be to move those peices.

Written for toads (inspired by the image)