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A world with you

The only dream of a different world i ever had, was to live with the one i loved [ or so i thought] And so the “new world” always brings these feelings to surface.

 

It was a silly dream i know
living together forever
love would never have grown
It was a silly dream i know
Seeds of  new world i did sow
now weeds it though gather
It was a silly dream i know
living together forever.

living together with you
It was a silly dream i know
not even a weed to hold to
living together with you
some facts are as untrue
as the challenges they throw
living together with you
It was a silly dream i know

Seeds of  new world i did sow
though no hope i ever had
love would never have grown
Seeds of  new world i did sow
It was a silly dream i know
i wish it was better dead
Seeds of  new world i did sow
though no hope i ever had.

 

Prompted @ Theme Thursday , March challenge

Writing

I rarely grasp what they mean
my moods make my words dance
even if my mind tries to be keen
I rarely grasp what they mean.
Running random without a seam
my memory don’t stand a chance,
I rarely grasp what they mean
my moods make my words dance.

I never plan what I will write
I know not if you understand
do you distill the wrong from right
I never plan what I will write.
I pamper muse to shine bright,
follow ideas till they turn grand,
I never plan what I will write
I know not if you understand.

 

Written for March Challenge [Day 30 – Writing / Erasing]

Kill or bake

The hands were once taught
to wield the power of pain
to torture each and all
that defame my master’s name.
But that was in the past
when the one to command
was as cruel as anyone could be
one who wanted to rule the world
by force of lot of dark magic.
I have no guilt of the tales old,
I did exactly what I was told.
But the new master now I have
he loves to cure and heal,
him I understand not yet
when he talks of only peace.
I only know I am bound to him
and can not refuse what he asks
since am forever bound to his will
but making bread is one hard task.
The dough must be done perfect
I must now know when its baked
and the flavors for seasoning,
just like I knew the ways to pain
And I must also learn to wait
for the bread to be soft and light
like once I was taught of torture,
of darkness ruling human mind
I sure like this new life of mine
And more the man who rules me
even if I have yet to show my care
except baking as good as him.

This poem is inspired by one of the character – The “Mord Sith” in the  “Sword of Truth” series am reading [ completed 5 books in last one year]

More about my fav Mord Sith – Cara

And here is a wall paper i found on internet [ did not know the book has inspired a TV series “Legend of the Seeker” ]

Inspired by Magpie Tales , March Challenge [ Day 23 – Bread , Day 24 – Magic ]

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Happy Holi

HAPPY HOLI

Hearts set free
Of dark thoughts
Let your clean soul
Invite colors to life. 

Holi is the “festival of colors” in India. Where people celebrate the arrival of Spring season by playing with colors and water. A day before the festival is celebrated as a “celebration of good over evil” where in bon fire happen in the evening.

More details for wiki here.

Written for March challenge [ Day 19 – Clean]

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Cosmos

Chance yet comfortable talks;
Odd yet perfect relationships;
Simple yet complex feelings;
Mundane yet everlasting actions;
Omnipresent yet hidden silence;
So much said yet nothing enough !

Prompted @ March Challenge [ day 18 – cosmos ]

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Dedicated to some of the best people I come across via the cosmos of my blog , a simple message :

You are so special to me !

Love in another time

Maya fell in love with him the very first time she met him. But she did not know this then. Every time they met , she came more and more impressed with him , his manners , his ideals and his way to live. He was there to help any one who asked , any one who needed but was shy to ask. You just had to tell him about some one in trouble and if he could, he would help. The hours spent talking to him on call , the daily meeting for samosa and tea after college , the movies where he slept throughout, she always looked forward to these moments even if they never were alone. But she lacked the courage to accept that she loved him. Theirs was a group of friends hanging together always, she the most shy of them all but he managed to make her talk. Only he could make her agree to all the stupid plans they made for any free day. But she never realized it. It wasn’t time yet maybe.

Then he proposed her best friend. She had never seen them so happy. And so Maya was happy too. As luck would have it,  the relation lasted less than a month. No reasons asked , no explanations given initially. But he still accepted her calls , talked to her of the day and soon he began to talk of the relation that was , how he wanted it and why it ended. Her best friend resented him talking to Maya and there would be arguments every other day whenever his call came. He cried for weeks – Maya listened patiently. His pain turned into anger – Maya fared through that too. He made work his life – Maya still managed to be there. But still she had no courage to talk to him about herself , about them. She feared rejection. She feared losing the friendship.

And one day he went away for further studies. For few months she still got calls from him, but every time she wanted to say how much she missed him , he talked of her best friend.

Her best friend is married to love of her life . He is lost in folds of time and memories . And Maya is nursing the pain she got for herself.

You are not just a page
in the diary of time I lived
but more like a bookmark
to the time  I lived a lie…

Prompted @ March Challenge [ day 17 – Courage ]  , Theme Thursday [ luck ] , Thursday tale [ image prompt]