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lost & found

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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

What lasts, or not

Tormented ,
Battered,
Challenged,
Almost dead;
Thats how she felt
as she wept and wept
For dreams lost
And the few she
Never met.
He smiled
And laughed
And smilrked
On her state;
Walked proud
Over her body
She never did matter,
Her naked body no more
gave him Pleasure.
It was not
Long before
That she willingly
Had shed her thoughts;
Of shame
Of guilt or sin,
Only to please
The one who
Did not love but prey.
It was never
In his eyes
Or his sweet talk
This betrayal;
She did not
Care for pain
Or the violation,
She only cried for
the moment she enjoyed.
It will not last
This shattered heart
Or even the hate
She nurtured;
Or maybe it will
And destroy it all,
Her spirit,her soul,
Her peace,her hold
on whats real, what not.
– nimue

Loved and lost

Love was no longer a word,
it was him, me and “the world”
we belong , we do;stay strong , will you ?
the monologues continue,
but love was never lost;
it was us against what not.

 

You would hope It to remain,
I did.
not him.

You think I am broke ?
Of course I am.
and him.

 

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Written for Imaginary Garden‘s prompt : breaking the fourth wall.

Also linked to G-Man’s fridayflash 55

Poetry therapy.

Crash. Burn.Exhaust.
tears I submit at her doorsteps;
Bruised.Crumpled.Crouched.
the spirits lie split between head and heart.
She knows. She understands. she cries.
Words.Feelings.Blank.
thoughtless I wander back to her;
Tired.confused.Wordless.
she hands me to word thirsty pages.
I write. I rant. I cry again.
She saw me feed pain. She saw me bleed poetry.

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This is dedicated to my mother who recently put up with all my mood swings and relentless questioning of myself and life. finally she asked me to write instead.  I was amused to note that even she realized nothing would cure me better.

 

Prompted @ Sunday Whirl

Also linked to Open Link Night.

The call that came,but late

It all started with this post by poohi.

that lead to a poem by Martin & poohi’s reply to the poem as detailed here.

And then i joined with these lines :

The call that never came,
did happen one fine day;
alas, it was a bit too late,

neither happy nor sad,
for the words exchanged,
the pain was too heavy
to carry its own weight,
the complaints too many
to be silenced by excuses of fate;
the eyes too parched
to cry and let things be fine,
the distances too large
to make you my sunshine;
The call that never came,
should never have changed,
neither happy nor sad,
yet disappointed by the same
Poohi replied to these these lines and that too is added to the above linked post.
Any more inspired thoughts or ideas ?
Do tell me about “a call” that came or not, on time or not !
Brian wrote another poem on “the call” .. I hope I could say this myself ..

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