Tag Archives: OctPoWriMo 2013

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 🙂 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.

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

Writing butterflies

Since morning i thought,
What best to write for prompt,
After all its matter of butterflies
That i feel inside sometimes.
List is long, the ideas many
Yet time is short, zero energies,
kind of day when love blocks senses,
And i wish not to write anything.
Yet here i penned this little verse
An apology sort, a vain attempt
To mark my attendence for october
And to settle the butterflies in my head.

I am nothing ( #octpowrimo day5)

I am a lot of things and phrases
Bit true , bit vague , bit totally fake;
I am a lot of colors and feelings
Some bright , some pale , some unaware;
I am a lot of sounds and faces
Sone loud, some mystical,some grave;
I am a lot of desires and meanings
Some fulfilled , sone sinful, some stray;
I am a lot of tears and darkness
Some reasonable,some fashion,some grey;
I am a lot of pros and cons
Some contemplations, some confessed mistakes;
I am sonething of the whole
I am everything of a part,
I am something found yet lost,
I am nothing if you really care to know.
This is for octpowrimo day#5

Be gentle or maybe not ( #OctPoWriMo day 4)

Not just being polite to people nice to you,
Or letting different people be the way they are,
Not only by refraining your judgements on others,
Or letting the goodness prosper within your heart
These make you not really an ideal person
These free you not from further improvement,
It does not mean your flaws are covered,
Or that your life has found the desired purpose
Can you be silent when a friend yells on you
Without a mistake or bother for the truth?
Can you accept with grace , people who shine more
And strive to be just you , but better than before
Can you admit to yourself , when you are wrong
Or accept being misguided by your own thoughts
Can you bear the critics , without a defense
And silence them any day, without being on offense.
You can not stop learning , or working on yourself
If you consider this not being gentle ,
I declare i can not be so for myself ever,
Only death can free me, or end of my writing.
I introspect , i reflect , only as i write. And thisbis what i have been thinking from few days. Lots to learn and lot to change in my ways.

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 🙂
 

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.
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for Day#3 OctPoWriMo

Don't Hide [ #OctPoWriMo day 2]


 
Dark are the curves and corners of soul,
Oh words, please show up tonight;
New metaphors are debating my worth
Other devices of poetry are shying away,
Tonight my heart seek some blank space;
Hear my unsaid songs , come sit with me a while
Invite your friends along , lets make a nice little post,
Dreams and past , are both on table for you,
Evening has arrived, please grace my home now.
 
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This is and Acrostic written for Day 2 OctPoWriMo
 

My "Fall" [ #OctPowriMo day 1 ]

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Fall is knocking
on the door again,
the chill of rains,
and the harsh rays
before,
are ready to surrender,
before the mellowed
moods of nature,
 
So did I.
Moving from the
bitter rejections
and tearful farewells,
I succumb to your smile,
break in your arms,
and gather in your life.
you are my “fall”,
you are my rise.
 
 
 
OctPoWriMo 2013