Road

I prefer my poetry/fiction to talk rather than myself. These days,most of my free time goes in writing and reading. There is a new style of poetry gogyohka that i am learning, apart from practising haiku daily on my twitter page : Nimue_

Here is one entry of each style :

The road

to my heart

closed down

after

you left..


The roads to my heart

opened to none but for you

broken now like me

Prompted at Sunday scribblings & One Single Impression

Nightmare

dark thoughtsLock it deep,
block it forever,
Poke it never,else
choke you,they will
all just in dreams.

Prisoners they take,
slaves they do make,
in your fears they live,
to you,tears they will give.
all just in dreams.

repeat them not,
heed to them never,
remembered if ever,
pretend to think not
all for your dreams.

dream,live,play but dare
you make rulers out of
your worst nightmares !

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday

tum aur meri kismat

jab kismat ne kiya juda,
gum to tha, par gila nahi,
sochte the teri chahat
hasil na hui to na sahi..

jo kismat nazdeek lai
sehami si ek aas thi
tune jo ruswa kiya,
aanso ki barsaat hui

jab dil ko mana liya
tu meri kismat nahi
socha ab sukkon milega
tu nahi,tera ehsaas sahi

aur fir se tumne daga diya
ek dost ko nazar andaaz kiya
na pyaar raha, na teri yaari
bas gam aur gile hai baaki……..

If i would be some one else

Few people know the meaning of name “nimue” or what it stands for .. This link first introduced me to this name. And further reading led me to this tale of Nimue .

Since Nimue, sometimes called Nineve, Vivien is popularly known as “The Lady of the Lake” i imagine her to be living within folds of water, swimming among the waves and singing with the fishes. Playing with the floating lotus, making pearl necklaces for herself and riding the sea dragons. Maybe she sometimes danced along the whales or lazed with the turtles. I imagine all this and wish i could know for real what she did in her life.

Will it not be interesting to have this dream come true !!! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Prompted at Sunday Scribblings

The white fairy

He woke up late… very late;he two hours late in meeting her. Though he knew she would have slept off by now, he still logged in to the messenger.

“hey !! you there ?”

“m waiting…”

.

.

.

“guess you slept off early…ย  bye ,, miss you”

“:* >:D<”

The last message was exactly 35 min after the first..

She never was late. she never missed a day to be here. She was so perfect,she appeared to be so for sure ! And he was totally crazy for her. The most talked about flirt of the town was single for the whole month now. Exactly the same time she had been in his life – draped in a white dress, hair covering her face,pink flowers in hands,she stood in a huge window. Little had he realized, it was the window to his heart she knocked.

He smiled as he gathered these thoughts. He was turning into a poet or what, he laughed to himself ! He had not stepped out of his house in the past 1 month. Sleeping, chatting with her, eating, chatting, sleeping again had occupied his time off from work. He must be going insane he mused as he gauged the mess around him.

An hour later as he sat down to rest in his newly cleaned room, he saw her come online.

“Hey, dress your best in 5 min”

“why” he asked confused

“just thought to have a video chat. don’t you wanna look good the first time atleast?”

“you mean i will see you”

“i guess that’s what it means !!”

Finally the “white_fairy” will reveal her face, he was full of smiles thinking about it. As soon he was ready,the bell rang. Cursing the guest, he opened the door wearing a big frown.

And there stood his angel, his “white_fairy” in the same white dress holding the same pink flowers.

Smilingly she entered his heart’s window and closed them shut with a kiss, filling her sunshine in him, his house and his life.

God’s lessons

There’s always a good
in all that god does;
i hear it so much often
from myself not others.

Then sometimes i feel
i deserve to be punished
for journey into the dark
how could i err like that ?

I know i will have to wait
till you decide to show way
assured that i have learned
lessons which were meant.

He breaks me piece by piece
from person,place and thing;
till i am left standing alone
just his hands to hold close.

So let it be this way again
i will silently bear the pain
for your blessings i will pray
forgive me,if at all i stray.

<musings of a healing soul and a warrior of words>