Often I find my thoughts
Subjected to microscope
Of my own history with you –
Pastel walls surround Me,
on the corner table with metal chairs,
next to the only window in the cafe,
I see under the natural light,
Across the road I see you,
throwing smiles at everyone
picking flowers and coffee
I follow your path to me
One more time or last, I wonder;
My feet lead me here, again
even with a new name and address
memories refuse to leave me,
this window, this corner, our breakup
Inspired by NaPoWriMo day 2 & Linked to Open Link Night @ Dverse
Tag Archives: open link night
Without you
A little ball of darkness,
hidden deep inside –
so many negative thoughts
below the layers of doubts;
Untouched by love and light,
i wasn’t ready for a gift like you
since you kissed me one night,
my dreams feel bright and new;
Scared of losing,I refuse your claim
but days,weeks and months pass,
you fight the sadness in my soul
by bringing to me moon and stars;
Away from you,but forever in thoughts
an empty shell, looking sad and lost
I know it is not how its supposed to be,
but darling, without you, I fail to breathe.
Linked to Open Link night @ Dverse
blind
Some days I was blind
To the beauty and kindness
This world offered;
Numbed by anxiety
I shrank back to shadows
And there I silently suffered;
Until he held my hand,
Not moving till I accepted
The love, the courage
To notice the other side.
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A quick short verse for dVerse Open Link Night
Shadow songs
Steering a path
lined with stars,
flowers of all
colored quartz;
She walks in shadows
writing her last songs
of lost tomorrows,
forgotten curses,
gratitude misplaced –
life goes on
heavy hearts,
even emptier soul.
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Linked to Open Link Night @ dVerse Poetics
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circles
circles,
of pleasure and guilt,
of success and miss,
of tears and pain,
of releif and rains,
of high and low,
of bend or blow,
of hurt and heal
of touch and feel.
circles,
some we form,
some we hold,
some we hate to make,
some we can not break,
some trap us inside,
some push us outside,
some overlap,
some never can.
circles,
of life,
for life,
since life.
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Prompted @ OSI ,
Also linked to Open link night !
Been too long I wrote a poem I guess. This was so refreshing.
A letter to you
On a new page each day,
I wrote a letter to you
And read it to the flames
That fed upon the words
Leaving a trail of smoke
That sang of new hopes
And marched about me
Like tiny soldiers coming home..
This is one of my favorite poem the e book I complied : Fragments [ Click to read sample / buy ]
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Linked to Open Link Night.
Heart's battles
Sitting at the corner table alone,
she awaits for him with a lost look
unaware of the coffee gone cold.
she flips throught a random book
pausing at a poem on some page
the one that has her attention hooked.
It talks of anger and uncontrolled rage
in matters of love , lust and sometimes hate
trapping all energy like a bird in cage.
such feelings that are often discovered late
for the world no longer seem to know
how fragile hearts never win battles with fate.
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This is a Terza Rima for Open Link Night.
A secret meeting
in the old barn
behind the straw bales
a secret meeting
a wrinkle shatters the wave
her crazy giggles caves in.
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This is for the Tan Renga challenge#2 @ Carpe diem. [ I swear i so much love thinking of all odd possible lines to write here ].
Also Linked to OSI , Sunday Whirl and my favorite poetry gathering : Open Link night
Across the rivers & thoughts
It was a vast river,
or so you thought
’cause where I stood,
I saw only you –
a few rocks in between
the clear and still water,
like a sky beneath my feet.
The more I waited,
my thoughts built a buliding
with rooms without windows,
of different colors and size,
the overworked emotions
screaming for a respite
yet never giving up on you.
Our eyes met, for the briefest moment,
enough to make the water ripple,
and show us a clear path,
patiently we held each other
in thoughts across rivers
and the adjoining buildings,
finding our purpose
one step at a time
till we meet
where we are destined,
in hearts and arms.
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This is a much pending response to this post by Ibeingme
A to Z challenge : H(a)unted
different words –feeding on emotions same
fear , hatred , anger;
some one got the thrills,
corrupted by the power
of the mask worn;
growing each day
from terror her eyes showed;
indulging in the game
outside the boundaries
once well drawn.
Hunted she was,
and maybe always,
haunted she would stay;
by the scars
his vile intentions
would become her nightmare.