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December – then and now

The same december month,
exactly an year back,
below the dark blanket of night,
I found a friend in you.
half crazy, half fun,
a newly discovered color
on my life canvas.
Now again its december,
but I know not where you are,
you waited long, I know
you held on to your faith
I know.And me,
while sorting new threads
broke the one strand
that took the best colors
from the stars of last december..

This is a translation of the following poem (in hindi)

isi december ke mahine me,
theek ek saal pehle,
sardi ki kaali raaton me,
chat par kone me baithe,
ek dost banaya tha maine…
thoda natkhat, thoda paagal,
meri zindagi ke canvas
me ek alag sa hi rang ..
aaj fir december aaya hai,
khabar nahi mujhe uski
vo intezaar kar chala gaya
main naye dhaagon ko suljhaate
us dor ko tod baithi
jo kabhi pichli december
taaron tale baandhi thi …

Written for Months of the year challenge season 2

A lso linked to Open Link night @ dVerse Pub

She was a goddess – #novpad day 8

My aunt,

she was my father’s aunt

i later realized;

Well people say

she was blessed –

she could ward off evil

with prayers and charity.

that is all mother always

remember her like, and me –

only by a dream of hers,

where she stands tall over me,

scaring away my nightmares,

and I never can tell why i think

it was pretty normal,

the way she looked,

she looked like the very goddess I pray to !

.

 

Written for November PAD day 8

also linked to dVerse Open Link Night

I never knew

“This is what I learned: that everybody is talented, original and has something important to say.”
– Brenda Ueland

Never knew when I put to use,
this thought i read
and its a wonder
I remembered too.
Asked him to write
and care not for reaction
had a faint feeling,
his words must be freed
and let take flight,
that ideas he never had
must some day see light,
and I see him today
miles ahead
spinning magic
and reality alike
with the same pen,
he never knew he had.

Dedicated to a dear friend and one of my fav blogger off late 🙂

Prompted @ November PAD day#2 :

For today’s prompt, use an epigraph to kickstart your poem. That is, use a quotation. You can use a favorite of your own, or if you’re having trouble thinking of one, I’ve provided a few below. To format an epigraph poem, a poet places the quotation between the title and the body of the poem, while also giving credit to the source of the quotation.

 

Also linked to Open Link night – dVerse

Seasonal ..

there is sadness
and then there it is not;
there is randomness
and yet it really is not;
you have no reason
but still you feel so lost;
you call it a season
when all you know feel so.

Well Its a season of festivals going on in my part of the world.. lot of colors , smiles , gifts and all things dazzling. and yet, i wrote this verse today evening as i sat alone. and I realize its a seasonal thing for me , this lonely feeling in middle of celebrations. I celebrate loneliness ’cause that’s who I am, who I will be and who is the strength of my life. Cheers !

And on that note, Wish you all a very happy diwali !!

Life’s fountain

Across the walls,
the lined heaven’s halls,
I heard you laugh
over some silly talk.
Parting the waters,
busy in your chatter,
you stepped out in sun
among mortals one.

 

In the temple I prayed
to see you once again
not aware it might attract
your soul out of death pact.
Just when I wanted to call
and wished you would halt,
you smiled at me so nice
it filled me with a light.
speaking to me in my mind
you asked me to wait for time
when its right to meet again
at foot of life’s fountain.
Years I spent searching
in forests and clearing
for the fountain you meant
and realized now, its my death

 

Prompted @ Poets United , Also linked to DVerse Pub

Meaningful things

And I thought I could not live through the pain

of losing first the people,

better to death i said once in rage;

losing people and then the things

that reminded me of those gone,

that was bound to hurt,and a lot.

what would have held my tears better

But the void i feared did not hurt,

memories flooded it like warm blood,

pain was numbing , tears all dry,

words were lost and so was a part of me.

lost things never hurt more than people

there was no desperate attempts

to restore any of that , any time

the things i mean, not relations

as if you alone could make them work

the emptiness hardened the heart

more than the people who stepped over it..

 

This was a response to Tuesday Tryout : Poem on things meaningful to you . Last month my laptop got formatted by mistake and I lost all my poetry , music , movies , pictures and what all .. And that emptiness still lives in my heart but strangely , it did not hurt any day , I never thought about it until i read the prompt.

Also submitted to dVrse Poets pub