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Another year ..

The heart has grown
accustomed to love
Cares and kisses some,
Of you,your shadows,
My wings from your hugs.
The mind has grown
In pushing boundaries,
Breaking away my chains,
Burning paths into wild,
Claiming my rightful place.
Another year of my life,
And yet I started living
Only after we met,
Another year crossed off
Merging goods,bads into the best.
Happy birthday to me !
❀

You are a dream !

When i had lost hopes
And faith on even friends,
You , stranger , light of love
Came to put the darkness to end.
Did you know i resisted long
To smile at your best joke,
To let you feel privileged
For only you i let come close.
It was my lucky stars at work
When we finally met for coffee
One look at you, and i realized
God has sent his best angel for me.
Books, coffee, walks and songs
We shared less than we wish for,
We have talked hours and still much
Is always left to pass along.
Books,music,wines and nature
Things people want to dream of
You add charm to all of these
You are what dreams are made for.
You are the goodwill I earned,
The comfort of home,childhood wish.
You are the friendship I love,
I adore,I flaunt;and always will.
πŸ™‚

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

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 πŸ™‚ 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.

Poetry for friend(s) #OctPoWriMo

Although I started with a different idea , I ended up with this poem. A friend of mine says it is confusing. Maybe it is. I am myself not sure what prompted me for this post. So , maybe I will some day re write it. As for today , please bear with this πŸ™‚
 

a challenge,
a quest,
a vain effort to impress ..
My first poem
to a friend
long lost now,
in the mad crowds,
but he still remains
in memories and verse,
my love for poetry
was a discovery to myself.
a prayer
a request
a silent wish to angels ..
This poem today
for another friend
lost he feels,
yet holding hands,
I shall stay
forever here,
for words will remain
as much as my cares.
==
for Day#3 OctPoWriMo

This girl who taught me love

This is not the whole poem but just the closing lines , ’cause I think it suits the Kerry’s Wednesday challenge for this week Β :
 

she taught me patience,
and she taught me to cry with grace,
as the lovers bond over calls,
every touch demands her to wait.
This girl who taught me love…
she taught me love,
she taught me to believe my soul,
she says love always win
if you let it lead your actions
and control every of your thought.
This girl who taught me love…
she taught me to not care,
for all lovers appear the same,
no one is a perfect match,
but imperfect has a class, she says.
This girl who taught me love…

The morning poem

I love mornings that are sleepy,
Where you dream walk to the doorstep,
And smile at the cloudy sky,
When you remember your dreams
And laugh at the odd things you said,
Not to forget the poems,
Oh the morning poems he sends,
Some self written, sone not,
Few wordly views,some love notes,
Like your hopes have arrived
In shiny packages of kisses,
Such are mornings i love
And plan to luve forever with him.

Be loved

“I wish I was with you right now , every waking minute” , he said and as an afterthought added , “I never thought I would say that to anyone”
“Well, that’s why you are marrying me not anyone else”, she replied laughing heartily at such cute confession.
And they both felt loved.Unlike themselves, yet same.
==
Dedicated to Ibeingme <3
Specially shared with G-Man’s 55 fiction