Lets put to vote,
to say or not,
what wrong goes
creating my woes..
Lets seek a council
i be the pupil
and you my guide
lets begin the ride..
Hands follow trail
of desires so frail
yet lips know to seal
as passion heals..
you and me
not meant to be
yet some how we are
so near, so far …
Prompted @ Magpie Tales (image) , Sunday Scribblings , OSI
Sunset and sunrise,
no longer trigger
the usual actions
in my day to day life ..
I sleep through sunrise
till its almost noon
Sunset I stare at
if work spares me
from meeting rooms..
Settled now,
in this crazy routine,
I curse myself
when I miss normalacy.
but none of this inspires
enough to search anew
a job that pays and tires not,
some place that allows
flexible working hours..
some day sure,
I shall step out of the box
till then, I be contend
with just writing this post …
—
Prompted @ Writer’s Digest November PAD !
also linked to OSI.
One word that repeats
in all its pages –
LOVE : different days,
different ways,
for different people
my heart did sway..
But did you not know
the pattern that was
of liking and failure
the emotional contrast..
dear notebook, I know
you gave me signs
of potential troubles
much before time..
you even wrote in bold
the true feelings i had
but could you not teach
the mind to not go mad..
of HIM i think so much now
but do I ever stand a chance
to let him hear my doubt
where in his life do I stand ?
—
Prompted @ OSI [ notebook]
Sadly hopelessly
Haunting is pain
Inflicted against
Pressed lips –
Wrenching tears
Ruthlessly
Every time I,
Carelessly obsess to
Keep your memories alive.
–
Written for Sunday Scribblings and OSI.
The truth-
any version of it
is not
U.N.C.O.M.F.O.R.T.A.B.L.E.
but the acceptance;
call it sinful
or feelings
i must be ashamed of,
mock my heart
or give standing ovation
for the courage;
brush my ideas
into cans of hopelessness
or fuel them
with your undirected anger;
I am what we desired
not; neither what you imagine,
I am for you – you are for me –
we are everything –
born from
N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
—
Prompted @ OSI , Sunday Scribblings
A phantom cloak i wore
of misplaced feelings
and thoughts;
captivated with life,
Opened my eyes about time;
I miss none today
nothing holds that place
that’s for myself to take.
==
Prompted @ OSI , Sunday scribblings
blinded by your hate
i kept loving your shadows
till pain took my life
winds of faith in you
pushed me into darkness
where dreams bled to death
senses came alive
on threshold of extinct hope
and life surged in me
===
Prompted @ Haiku Heights , OSI , Writer’s Island
Submitted to Poetry Potluck
To miss once is fine,
twice or thrice too for mankind;
more ? Its being a slave
==
Prompted @ OSI , Haiku heights
Can you for once not
let me go on without
care,non stop,
about
us?
We do not
need to talk
about everything
always,silence adds
to much needed mystic in life.
~ ~
Written for OSI , Sunday 160 , GHB’s May 2011 Prompt challenge [ Day 22]
love is not
knowing more
but more of
understanding
what you know not
<3
Written for May Challenge by Ava [Day 8] , May2011 Int’l 5 lines poetry Month , One single Impression