My thoughts my well wisher; ideas,memories; the most dangerous weapon known; pensive?
Learn more about the poetry form used i.e the Cinquain here.
Prompted @ One single Impression
I knew you not more than your name
guess,even for you it was the same;
yet you sent for me a letter that day
in times when fashion is to call or mail.
Life was not treating me great, you knew
was it reason enough for that letter from you ?
With what authority did you decide to write
all those harsh realities and the inspiring lines ?
Was it your words or the faith you instilled in me
that i cleared all hurdles that came into being !
To that letter and you, i will forever owe
my first success, my pride for my first job.
You were the angel to me,not just that day
but every time i needed,your words were there.
all thanks to the letter you wrote to me
and the fact that it was well responded.
Also submitted to One Shot Wednesday
(image credited to this page)
Preponderance of thoughts
and none to pen right now;
search or create the muse,
this has to be done,but how !
Life, love, pleasures and joys
don’t we all seek the same things
tears, disappointments and pain
of these too we are forced to sing.
Should dreams be kindled tonight
or memories be allowed to play,
should words paint a rainbow for me
or hopes will mercilessly be slayed.
Ah! this hopeless clutter of words
the entangled web of random moods,
they actually are a source of this poem
and it so seems,they prefer it this crude !