Category Archives: OctPoWriMo 2013
The End!
Its like I have been on a journey again
And I am transported back to where I started
I look back at the events folded in the last month
The time of the year where I was hungry for more.
My beautiful present is now coupled with the glorious past
and like a viscous circle goodness has met me again
For now this journey will be over soon and I shall rest
To welcome new harbours and new people tomorrow
And we all are at the end of day just a ship
returning back to home laden with many experiences
Where memories of goodness and sorrow arrive in a cargo
And the hulk is turned black by the batter of restless wave.
All lovely things will born, fade and die slowly
Even a starlit night will end with a sharp ray of a sunlight
A fun filled autumn will end with the first fall of snow
And each sorrowful farewell will end with a new beginning.
The worse, the bad and the ugly…
O My Dear friend
Its a feeling in me that’s lost
There’s a voidness which is felt in my heart
Its a Spirit within me that’s broken
There’s a life in me which died that day
Sitting by the cozy lazy afternoon
When June had just began to spring
That dull afternoon & Lazy Sunday
Was a day that was the Sad, Bad & Ugly
The flight of love had brought you down
The shattered pieces of an Aircraft holds you
The love of your life has now taken you away
To a flight where there’s no returning back
I remember your words, advice and laughter
Which is lost in me forever now
if there’s a god I definitely do pray aloud
If only for this last time you could return if Possible
The one last time I could hold you back
The one last time I can hear you
The one last time I could Talk to you
The one last time I could be with you
O My Dear friend
The laughter in house has turned to sorrow
The smile in your face is now frozen
The talks of you have become memories now
The place where you stay has become farther now
I just wanted to re-publish something I wrote sometime back. Not just out of laziness but because there can’t be anything else I could even think about writing for today’s prompt.
A Fresh Start
I stayed awake welcoming the year
With an open Arms and Gloomy eyes
Counting for the year which promised
Long Health and short pains
Yet the Year began with an Hangover
Where there was no regret of yesterday
The previous night was a celebration of Victory
Of survival, of new friends and new Place
The days here were Long and Hot
The winds here were Strong and Fierce
The lights here were dark and Gloomy
The people here were amazing and Good
We went to the beaches of Atlantic
Where fun and anxiety stayed at bay
We drank our hearts out that day
We cheered to friendship and companionship
Yet it was the first month of the Year
It was the beginning of a new start
How i was wrong when i Said
It promised Long health and Short pains.
The Mémoire
Darkness was my ally as I walk the graveyard on a cold night
Drunk on the verge of losing my conscience it seemed a foolish thought
To walk down the lanes where no soul dreamt to lay his steps on
And a million thoughts exploded in my mind when I saw that grave
The clouds disappeared and the moon was full on that night not so long ago
Driving along the bends of the mountain road where death resides on every turn
There was a beam of light that reflected sharply into my eyes from the opposite
And there I was falling down against the gravity to the depths of mountain valley
A sense of panic captured my brain the moment I opened my eyes to the light
I see the green trees where a ray of light was romancing with the leaves
Helpless I was as my soul was strong to run away yet my body didn’t
And I called out her name in a hope that she would listen to my voice and rejoice
My eyes ran through the surroundings as I watched a bird chirping above
A tear ran down in sadness as i saw an image as nightmarish as a devil
A fine piece of car had wrecked into a shapeless metal and yet I still fear
for the one who was seated beside me and I only hoped she survived the fall.
I opened my eyes again recovering from the shock of the images in my mind
There is human voice I hear, that of a nurse curiously enquiring the cause
My eyes are scanning for that only face who seems to be lost in this crowd
Failed in its attempt it dismisses any possibility of the worst for my heart still beats
Moments turned to hours, hours to days and days to weeks as I come to terms
she is gone from this earth leaving me sad, leaving me helpless and alone
I scream out a cry while the world around me collides and everything is broken
And I am glued to a wheelchair with nothing around me but just an Image.
The night is cold and my senses are numb as I sit near her grave feeling her
The stone of the grave is squeezed and there is no more blood to flow
I can dig more deeper than my mind could dare and yet I’ll find no treasure
I lie on her grave staring above at the stars that shine brightly at night.
The One.
A million emotions were dancing in my heart
cheering to nervous encounter and a happy evening.
A thousand questions were going through my mind
answering every lame question with confidence
A hundred wishes were finally coming true night
reaching the place where I was to meet the one
Ten roses were picked from a florist in the evening
to declare my love to the one who owns my heart
One girl was waiting for me in that beautiful black dress
with a smile on her face that was to last till eternity.
An old love and a new place.
I am…
I
am not
the wind that
sings sweetly in your ears
but I am a thought that
creates a storm
in your
mind.
Romancing the thoughts and words.
Yesterday a story has risen out of a dark corner of my mind
Desperate I was to cover those fragments with words
To give a name to identify its existence in this world
I wanted to scream out the story to every reader on this earth.
A song would be composed from the magic of those words
The tale would have the power to unite two hearts to one
The words would have taste like a cherry on a beautiful cake
We would have danced to the tunes of the words I will make out of it
The words are still inside my mind desperately waiting to come out
A blank paper will witness the birth of my tale with the beauty of my words
A black ink will be the medium through which words dance out of my mind
The book will enclose its beauty and travel a thousand miles to reach her.
The story now fades through the cells of my brain as its transcends to paper
The words are now lost somewhere in translation from thoughts to paper
A story like the rest of the other stories which started on a blank paper
Is now a flying ash of a burnt paper, for you were my poetry I met last night.
O Potato! Where art thou been?
I can find a clue to the Monday blues
Or I could just paint & faint
I could ring the bell to tell
nothing rhymes with potato The fall the ball
the flash of volcanic ash
The Sun, the burn, and the fun
nothing rhymes with potato I could write about the journey of my life
I could think of other man’s wife I could even compose a song for the knife yet nothing rhymes with potato There is a bake to the cake
the blow to the show
A lazy to the Crazy but
nothing rhymes with Potato And then I see a Tomato
Shiny, red and Fresh
I am happy that finally
something rhymes with the Potato!
Or I could just paint & faint
I could ring the bell to tell
nothing rhymes with potato The fall the ball
the flash of volcanic ash
The Sun, the burn, and the fun
nothing rhymes with potato I could write about the journey of my life
I could think of other man’s wife I could even compose a song for the knife yet nothing rhymes with potato There is a bake to the cake
the blow to the show
A lazy to the Crazy but
nothing rhymes with Potato And then I see a Tomato
Shiny, red and Fresh
I am happy that finally
something rhymes with the Potato!
The Pursuit
There are stuffs we do,
Only to mock us;
There are Games we play,
Only to hurt us.
We love with passion & intensity,
& we hate the same way.
We laugh till the eyes are in tears,
& cry with Sadness the same way.
We travel far in pursuit of knowledge,
& yet we are ignorant in a way.
These are the things we do,
to be happy in our lives.
These are the way we fight,
to be good to ourselves
When I was a little clueless on what to submit for today’s post I came back to one of the many old posts I wrote sometime back. And so for the prompt challenge I am sharing the same post.
Of those many untold tales
There is an untold tale
Which I need to say
There are beautiful moments
Which I need to replay There were amazing times
Which I need to rewind
There were some people
Who I wish were kind There were things
which i needed to Change
There were Friends
Which I wish were never strange There are memories
Which needs to be erased
There are dreams
Which needs to be chased There were So many things
Which Is filled with regret
There are so many things
Which I now wanna complete.
Which I need to say
There are beautiful moments
Which I need to replay There were amazing times
Which I need to rewind
There were some people
Who I wish were kind There were things
which i needed to Change
There were Friends
Which I wish were never strange There are memories
Which needs to be erased
There are dreams
Which needs to be chased There were So many things
Which Is filled with regret
There are so many things
Which I now wanna complete.
I am a poet
Tonight I am a poet who communicate through symphonies
Tonight I am a poet who walk through the garden of love
Tonight I am a poet who praises Satan to enter darkness
Tonight I am a poet who isolates himself to experience the pain
Tonight I am a poet who don’t cut his hairs out of laziness
Tonight I am a poet who treks in a forest to romance nature
Tonight I am a poet who is lost in his world never to be found
Tonight I am a poet whose words rest and silence speaks..
Tale…
Today
there’s a
tale I want to
tell you of my past.
Taken into the arms of my love
there was a dream which was coming true
to spend the rest of my life with the person I love
tirelessly dancing to my marriage vows
together we will live forever
travel to a new place
to a new life
to begin
tonight
An Attempt to write a shape poetry for the Day 13 challenge of OctPoWriMO. This post is written with keeping in mind that each line starts with a particular alphabet. In this case, “T”.
When the Darkness crept In
I see darkness everywhere around me
Not a single ray of light
Not a Single person in sight
I feel numbness all around me
The room’s acting strange
There isn’t any bed, window or a secret door
No way in, No way out
The room is silent, scary & dark..
I walk around and i reach nowhere
I run around I reach nowhere
is there none to exist
in this dark space of nothingness
Darkness holds me tight
Like a lover holds his love
Darkness wraps me around
Like a blanket to keep me warm
Oh this Place is Silent
Just like a graveyard
Oh this place is silent
Even when I shout
Have I done something wrong
Did i make someone mad
Did I hurt Someone
‘Why did I deserve to be here
Will I ever see my friends again
Will I be able to say how much I love her
Will I be able to hug my pillow again
Will I ever watch those sunrise again
And then I hear her voice
There I felt her Foot Steps
But she want to avoid me
she doesn’t even want to talk to me
I want to shout to call her back
To promise not to leave her forever
I don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to live without her
And then I hear my friends
They want to tell me something
They are slowly coming in nearby
Giving a signal to make me happy
I hear Shouting “Wake Up, Wake up”
But I ain’t sleeping
The world around me is collapsing
And I thought is the end near?
.
.
.
.
I see green leaves everywhere
The morning coffee tastes sweet
I see love, care and affection to realize
Reality is always sweeter than the dreams
Solitary Shadows
I woke up from an odious dream
where i was on an island
Deserted and waiting for death.
The waves of the ocean whimpering
As they crash against a rock
There were many sound that escaped
Screeching the horizon while the sun rose.
The dark clouds formed a dangerous pattern
On the blue sky while a storm circled
around the beach and decided to vent the anger
On the surface of that tiny island
Creating sounds of destruction as it touch.
I hid under a canopy of trees waiting
for the storm to calm and pass the Island
Silence has taken over this voiceless world now
And I wait for someone to come and pick me up.
There was a shine in those weary eyes now
As I heard a voice in this dream, her voice
Echoing in my ears those words which rest there
“Wake up to the morning, Wake up to the sunshine, wake up to the rising sun”
While they Split…
HE
The sun was high, waiting for my dream to end
A dreamland where words rest and memories play.
The dream was dark yet her image in it was bright
Glowing with the imagination of her dark sultry memories
Embedded deep into the darkest corner of my heart
was a memory beating hard and keeping me alive
Turning the burnt pages of my past was a present
which would strangely be my most haunting memory ever
Lets sail to the end of the sea O love for the last time
Holding hands, exchanging hugs and kissing wild
Lets burn the worldly desires in the earth so deep
and freeze in the coldness of the love that shattered it.
The Sun is high, the dream is empty and my sleep is over
lying in my room throughout that harsh month of loneliness
her fragrance is everywhere embedded deep into my soul
How I wish I erased an entire tale of those memories within me.
A month has gone and those two glass of wine lies in dust
A tale has finished and the memories of it can’t be deleted
She left me only to never return to the place we called our own
And I followed her on a solitary journey to the lands of snow.
***
SHE
The nights are spent in loneliness in remembrance Time has welted her red heart to grey There was a lie when he said He’d love forever Of broken promises that never should have been made Those false words cuts more deeper than a knife would It produces an ache so deep that you cant reach Your love was like a sad song, which I will take to my grave I am searching for peace, which is too hard to find. The storm that’s unsettled blows sands of sorrow into my eye With a desperate attempt to make me cry, I close my eyes I now pray for the rain that would hide all traces of pain And wait for this storm to pass to carry all memories along I used to say cute words but now I weigh each of my word This depression is a parasite, which eats away my consciousness For how deep I bury myself, there is no cure by alcohol I fill those silent places with music now and lit candles for company A month has gone and now this heart is sync with the snow outside A tale has ended and there is a little hope that she would live again She still dreams of going to the place they called their own And there is hope that she would see him again in the land of snow.This is an extension of the Poem I attempted Two Days Back “And they Split”. I only hope I was able to do justice to this style of writing,
And it rained
Like A rain
You are always waited
Your absence can kill me
Your Presence ignites me
Your effect has the power to destroy Before It Rains I eagerly await you
Just like those crops and the famine lands
And I knew you would wash away
Of all my tiredness & loneliness When it Rains Reminds me of those Hideouts
we look to stay away
And yet I Pray
That this rain never stops
Your absence can kill me
Your Presence ignites me
Your effect has the power to destroy Before It Rains I eagerly await you
Just like those crops and the famine lands
And I knew you would wash away
Of all my tiredness & loneliness When it Rains Reminds me of those Hideouts
we look to stay away
And yet I Pray
That this rain never stops
After It rains
I know It ain’t over
I will see you soon
You leave your mark
Like the smells of the ground
The Steps to Inferno
When two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And you took a leap of faith
Only to perish to darkness in Satan’s grave
As you unlocked the doorway to hell.
Perished and Chained to the last flesh of your body
You walked along the dark pathways
With a large stick of fire in your hand to guide you
You had no idea where you were going.
There was no way in or out of this tormented inferno
Your room is silent, Scary and dark
You walk around, run around and still you reach nowhere
An inexistent space of nothingness.
The world around you is collapsing now like a shattered dream
For this is not your reality
Then you hear her voice as soft as a birds feather
Which brings you smile
You run towards her and give her one tight hug
Like you were lost somewhere
Glad that you are found, you promise never to leave her
For he dreamt of his world without his love.
The Above post is just a visual illustration of our lives without a feeling of Love. Although the topic of today’s prompt was a simple “Love is”. I had this vision suddenly and somehow stitched the worlds together into a post. And then I went back to the prompt and wanted to write something more about today’s topic. So here are 4 additional lines:
Love is a magical feeling which induces rhythm Music and Poetry Love is like that magic wand that can make your world beautiful Love is like that whirlpool can turn your hell into a paradise Love is like that glowing sun that can turn darkness to light.And they Split…
HE
His world was colliding while he chased her with saddened eyes
He knew he lost her love, but one desperate attempt to revive emotions
He called out her name and there she stood still waiting for him to speak
And he out of all normal questions asked her “Where are you going”?
He saw her eyes moist with a trace of tear in her eyes and sadness in speech
She said that the place where she goes now entirely depends on him now
A minute of silence enveloped around them while he thought of possible answers
And then he saw her opening the door in sadness and departing from their home
Like a desperate child he came running to her for one final talk before they split
He heard only anger in her voice when she yelled back at him, “WHAT”?
In moment confusion he replied back with the obvious answer “You Know”
And he heard a reply he feared would signal the end of talk “No, I Don’t”
He slept alone that night in a house the two of them called their own
He opened his eyes unable to sleep and looked to her picture on his left
Million memories danced in front of him when he touched her framed picture
And in that moment of sadness he threw her picture away trying to forget her
He thought of those unwritten letters he should have written to make her smile
He slept that night where she came in his dream and they danced together again
He woke up next morning and he stared at the empty bed on his right
He was alone, sad and dejected with a regret of losing the only one he loved.
**
SHE
She hurried through the steps in anger for she knew she was broken apart
She wanted to leave this house but she wished he would make one attempt
She heard her name and turned around with hope that everything will be alright
And she heard the insane question anybody could ask, “Where are you going”?
She saw him breathing heavily as if he ran a thousand steps just to ask this
He stood there waiting for her answer to which she said “Its up to you”
A minute of silence enveloped around them while she waited for the answer
She began to walk away knowing this time for sure that she is not coming back.
She braved the winter cold walking hiding her tears only to control herself
She saw him hurriedly running towards her and she yelled in anger “WHAT”?
She waited again for him to speak anything at all to which he said “You Know”
And the only possible answer she could have said only to ignore was “No, I Don’t”
She slept alone that night in her house long forsaken to move in with her love
She opened her eyes unable to sleep and looked to his picture on her right
Million emotions tried to capture her heart when she touched his frame picture
And in that moment of anger she threw his picture away trying to forget him.
She thought of innumerable sufferings her heart bore to make him happy
She slept that night where he came in her dream and they danced together again
She woke up next morning and she stared at the empty bed on her left
She was alone, sad and angry for she gave all her heart and lost.
The Sweet Spot
She spread her wings to touch new heights
Taking off from the sweet spot of a serene waterfall
Where the beats of water collided with its rhythm
And then in all enthusiasm it cruised towards happiness
But this butterfly had forgotten its one weakness
That her altitude is restricted and heights have to be changed
So what if the chances were less to land to those heights
She was not afraid to venture into a storm to achieve what it desired
Love was what she needed the most to breath and survive
She met me and then settled for a corner of my heart to reside
And love was the only action that occurred when I met her next day.
A Ray of Hope 