Easier to hate
for the words
than to love
for the meaning;
Faster to think
of the lover
than to act
on his feelings..
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Written for One shot Wednesday
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Childhood Memory
From where i sit, i see two swings,
alternating movement, dangling free feet..
shading the view,the dark trees,
extending in all sides,like frame of movie..
my mind no longer,on words i hear,
but instead mapping,images to memory.
a summer afternoon,hot and humid,
of childhood friends,smiles and screams..
and soon my heart,is no longer with me,
for tonight it has found,the best moments to re live…
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Written for One shot Wednesday
Our song
Words of this song,
magic of the notes,
memory of lost love,
lingers on..
I remember the look
from joy of my hopes,
hurt from my secrets,
such flash images grow..
Your sorrows,i know
gifted from the evening
of passion shared,and
words of no meaning…
If you could please
punish me for everything,
and have things your way,
just once, say something…
**
Written for One Shot Wednesday
This is an attempt at translation this poem i wrote in my mother tongue hindi . Those who can understand it, will agree, this english version does not really has the charm. But i did try !
Love and blood
By this blood I die
fragrance of your love
or of my hatred
.
.
Memories etch
the skin that burns in envy
rage fills my head
Written for One Shot Wednesday
Timeless Love
To
Realize,
Attain,
Verify,the
Eternal
Love,
One might
Have,
Hear the
Estranged
Alienated
Runes of
Time
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Written for One Shot Wednesday
Also submitted to MAy Challenge [ Day 24]
Some questions …
Why ask for a heart
heart that is black
black like the hate
that your love lacks.
Why not you forget
forget who you were
were you not like that
could be better or worse.
why not you forgive
forgive those who hurt
hurt and taught you well
never to throw your love.
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Written for One Shot Wednesday
Missing words
Images flash,
moving eyeballs,
register nothing,
imagination null,
wishes ride high
on low lying desire
to see the magic
words create on me,
and to spin a web
of illusionary world
to make sense
of my existence !
.
.
Written for One Shot Wednesday
Pics and people
Pics don’t lie,people do
pics don’t smile,people do
pics don’t cry,i do
pics don’t have life,i do ?
people move on,i can’t
people forgot,i can’t
people show off,pics can’t
people get lost,pics can’t ?
Written for One Shot Wednesday
Dada
What kind of friendship is that ?
I know you would ask
and that’s probably
the reason, of Das* dada* i don’t talk.
food lovers, tale tellers,
crossing days of school
like a game of bingo,
sharing bitter fear
and strawberry dreams,
hours we would pass
the phone bills ran high
in few initial years
once he even came home
with gifts so much dear
and then he vanished one day
where , why , no one could say.
I am prone to losing friends though
I miss him still curse him lot,
think of him, any free time i got.
he was precious,always will be so.
Submitted to One Shot Wednesday
Prompted @ NaPoWriMo day#7 . It asks you to write a poem with seven different phrases, ideas, or just plain old “things” in it. These are:
1) an example of synasthetic metaphor — one that describes one sensory perception using adjectives more naturally suited to a different sense (e.g., “a red noise,” or a “a bitter touch”)
2) a fruit
3) the name (first or last) of someone you knew in school
4) a rhetorical question
5) a direct address to the poem’s audience — “Reader” or “mom” or “Michelle,” or maybe just “You”)
6) a word in a foreign language
7) a reference to a game of chance (darts or pool or the lottery or etc).
*Das = Last name of my friend
Dada = elder brother in bengali language
My space
A particular bird
coos me good night;
as silent sunlight
illuminates my world.
secluded among others
neither house nor home,
a personal space i call own.
Written for PAD challenge Day#2 [Postcard Poem] , Submitted to One Shot Wednesday