Buried in time

Many things unsaid,

Many things unfelt,

How could all these be stored here,

What if this heart stops?

Is it all lost with time?

All those things unsaid are never revealed or answered.

The tears behind those feelings are never heard.

All buried along with this heart laid to rest.

Written for : Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 71 

Letter from the sea

You have been gone for so long,
I waited for you on cold nights,
hankering to look into your eyes,
Like sparkling emeralds set into stars,
and with a lighting flame in my heart.

Years Passed by as I watched the breeze,
My heart was in entropy and I couldn't feel the ease,
Neither could I convey the emptiness inside.
Felt like a wound which wouldn't stop bleeding,
And lost all the hopes of you getting back.

There came a day which bought a smile on my lips,
By a letter which raised from the sea,
An ink stained paper with your words lost in time,
Saying I missed you and your love which has no words to explain,
Here I stand baffled now, "have I got back light in my darkened world".

Written for :

 Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 71 

Bleeding Wings

There you are surronding me as my wings
And making me an angel by providing wings.
But I was haunted and obsessed by the dreams,
Oh Lord, Dont make me bleed by tearing apart my wings,
And landing my future in ultimate pain,
By taking away my soul's light,
And I knew this day was not merely a chance.

But, Here I stand praying on my knees,
Desiring not to loose the heart beneath my wings.
But Is he still there, listening to my prayers,
And to show me some mercy atleast this time?
Suddenly everything has turned me upside down,
By making me fall into deep pit of darkness,
Which would never allow me to see the light of day again.

Forever.....................

 

I was so happy,

Every time you smiled at me,

With a smile that melted away everything.

Hence I always wanted to be your sky,

And envelope your sadness.

Whenever you looked up, you would know you are not alone.

Even if you are far away,

You know you have a place to come back.

But off late the space between us has become too big.

Waiting for your honest reply,

Has made me lonely.

Although today is hard to bear,

Even when yesterdays scars remain,

I will work out with a heart that wants to trust.

Coz I can’t be born again.

But I can change as I go on.

Let’s stay together,

Forever.............

Written for :

Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 57  &  Gooseberry Garden

Thank you Thursday Poets Rally for the Perfect Poem Award.

I nominate JAY for the next award.

 

Secret land of tears

I see tears trying to cross your lovely cheeks,
They are rain upon the blinding dust of earth,
They glow like a pearl trying to water your soul,
If tried to hold, burns with flavors of emotions.

Here I stand waiting for you, to embrace you in my arms,
Allowing your tears to drop on my shoulders,
To kiss away your hurt, to remove your fear,
To show you that this world isn't so cruel after all,
To accompany you in a secret place, the land of tears,
And to hold you close - and never let go...never...let...go...

 

Written for :

Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 56

Thank you Thursday Poets Rally for the Perfect Poem Award.

I nominate Rachana Shakyawar for the next award.

First Kiss

 

In the midst of our talk,
You seemed to glow, like heaven-sent,
You seemed so close that,
I felt the warmth, that your heart lent.
You smiled and winked, I took a breath.
I heard your heart, Beat in your chest.
Short I was in your warm embrace,
I felt a touch so soft and tender.
You leaned over and kissed me,
With a passion flowing free.
I leaned towards you,and closed my eyes.
I felt my knees go weak.
It made me feel , so reassured.
You left me wanting more,
And my soul free of pain .

Just fear

The fear races through my mind,
aching my heart for the alarm of it,
making my emotions difficult to capture,
causing my eyes cry painfully,
and making life more miserable to lead.

           Fear

           Fear

           Fear

           I ask,

Is there no escape ?
no doors to walk out of ?
no windows to go through ?

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Is there a way to cease my fear ???????

Never Happy

We want to be happy. But the mind will
not let us. It delves deep into memories.
It digs deep into desires. It gouges out
old wounds. It leaves us wanting.
No matter what we have.No matter
what we receive.No matter how much
Or what.No matter how content we are.
The mind has its own mind.
Never silent.
Never satisfied.
Never happy.

Can you save?

Here I lie
On my bed
With the pills
In my hand.
My head throbs,
As I try to recall.
My heart beats rapidly
Inside my chest.
Panic erupts;
And memories flash
Before my groggy eyes.
I pray with tears
For the last time ever.
Pill after pill;
I swallowed until
I became nauseous.
My head falls into my
Shaking hands.
The pills numb me
From this hell.
I pull my hair,
And grind my teeth.
What went wrong?
I don't want this.
I want out.
Hot tears fall,
As I break down
Once more.
I just want to be saved.

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I received the Perfect Poet Award from Thursday poets rally and I hereby accept this with gratitude. 

Freedom

 Free to feel the warmth of life
Rejoicing every aspect, we get to learn
Enjoying the life with a view of clarity
Enduring through all the responsibilities with a smile
Dance and sing at any time of the day
Out of the box thinking with a chance to glow
Meet your freedom , have a mutual understanding

Written For Poetry Potluck Week 31:

Goodbye!!

After those times of yearning, of hoping, of caring and of longing…
All those things I cared for; all the love I gave for;
All those times I thought he cared…
Yet, the day comes for me to know
That I was so blind to see...

Didn't know I was so worthless in your eyes,
was just another wound formed with lies,
Whenever I learn this I get mad it hurts me so bad,
And you don't even care,
I don't know why, I just want to cry...

You set the hopes high,
And all of a sudden you try not to see the hopes,
You think I can dance according to your tunes every time,
If so you are wrong my dear....

When I am hurt I feel like dirt,
And my spirit's bruised and battered.
I do not know why it has to be so,
I really wish it did not,
But the way this has been going,
it is basically shot...

Well may be now I should just say goodbye,
As I will not allow the hollow feeling in my chest,
"Why am I being rejected again?" overboard or hurt me,
I know I can make my own space,
and will try to make a brand new amazing magic me...

These are the final words I have to say-
I love you, but goodbye.

Journey begins

 

My journey begins here, Now

To the shore of absolute freedom,

Seeking to encounter serenity.

Though my journey is not going to be easy,

My thoughts will direct, My way in the journey,

My virtue will be the fodder for my thoughts

Hope this journey becomes a stepping stone,

On the path to greater things,

With my footprints in the sand.

Written for Poetry Potluck Week 17:

What Am I?

I am someone fraught with self-belief,
And haunted by self-doubt.

I've got all the answers,
I've got nothing figured out.

I like to be myself,
I hate to be alone.

Sometimes I'm million colors,
Sometimes I'm black n white.

I'm up and I'm down,
But that's part of the thrill,
Part of the plan,
Part of all the things I am....

I'm an angel, I'm a devil,
I'm sometimes in between.

I'm as bad as it can get,
And good as it can be.

Sometimes I'm miserable,
Sometimes I'm pitiful.

I'm special, I'm beautiful,
I'm all extremes,
Try figure me out, you never can,
There's so many things I am......

I Paint...............

I paint while roses and violets fade,
Lost in the world full of magic and thought,
My brush like a feather glides,
thus making my own paradise....

I paint to let my heart out,
In corner spaces or open fields,
to let my visions by night and day....

I paint to make my dreams alive,
Lingering in the dream world,
to let the dreams come into existence....

I paint to make someone feel happy,
In their presence,
to bring smiles on their face....

I paint to bring the dead alive,
With a heart not to forget them,
to make a difference in others lives...

Love is a stranger

You came as a wishful dreams Or were they nightmares, now I wonder?

They were lovely while they lasted,

The embrace, the caress, the affection, the love,

So innocent, so pure, so divine,

You were a sweetheart,

You had such a magical aura, a spark which made me wallow in your love for a moment,

Hope it lasted forever,

you were here to pacify all my pain,

But it is was over now, all that is left is intense longing,

A sense of loss,

Something so close to the heart is gone,

In the drain of pain, If I ever find rain, for you are long gone,

Away for a long time, from my memories, from my embraces, from my heart, from my eyes,

But It is not gone,

It was never there to be gone,

It never existed,

Except in the dream,

you are a stranger,

your love was a stranger,

you invaded my dreams with all the pure love you had to give,

I now sit longing for you,

For you brings solace, the heart's embrace’ comfort,

For you bring the rains, to wash away the stains of the previous you for a new me,

Oh dream oh dream, rain on me, again

The wait for the next dream for You to appear will be long and it pains.

Hope has left

And one day I lost something that had kept me alive all this while.
Through troubled times, broken relationships, torn families, grief, losses, despair.
Something that burns within and kept me going. Plodding, wearily, tired, yet never giving up.
Life may come back. Prayers may be answered. Dreams fulfilled.
But today it’s all over.
I am alive.
But, only on the outside.
For hope has left.