Saturday, December 31, 2011

OMEN?







"Don’t take your picture with the sunset in the background. It’s a bad omen!”

The sun, painted the sky with deep orange merging with misty and wintry gray. The panoramic view leaves you spellbound.

The sight so beautiful, that you want to savor it, breathe it, drink it and imprison it in your memory forever.

Becoming one with nature, the heart soars and you take flight feeling the wind beneath your wings.

Enjoying the feeling, you open the eyes….confusion sets in, the height scares you, and you don’t feel the ground beneath your feet….a slight shift in focus wall all that was needed to make you fall…dying is not just physical, your spirit dies too!

Does omens come true?


Thursday, December 29, 2011

MOVING ON.




I am here, a constant
Some came in,
Some walked out,
Some walked all over….
Births, deaths;
Trials, tribulations;
Pain, joy….
I learned some
Then I didn’t
I grew and evolved;
What if’s,
But’s,
Should have,
Could have….
No use of these words,
Moving on
Looking forward to a
New day and a new beginning.

          The Poetry Pantry # 81
              G-Man Flash Friday 55
               

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

CANDLE IN THE WIND.







Fantasy of many men
Envy of women,
She set fire,
On and off screen.
At heart she was lost
Always looked for love
But paid the cost.
A heart throb,
A beauty enchant,
Sensual yet sweet,
A child at heart,
Broken home and dreams;
She was a doll
Made of porcelain
Fragile,
Prisoner of her ghosts
Which muddled her mind
And snuffed out her life!!

For - Mag 97

REFLECT UPON.



It’s gone and done with
No use reviewing that’s past,
Looking forward is wise.



MON HUMAINE ET MOI, X`ere’s LE MAGNIFIQUE.




The condition of my heart
Similar to xeric…
No fun nor symphony
Until you came along
Filled it with soft tunes
Played with my heart
Like a Xylophone
Now, I play your music
My beats a Xerox copy
Of yours….
Dancing to our beats
In perfect harmony
Our rhythm taking
Us to our zenith
On a new high
Blending perfectly,
My man and I…
Like a sherry in a cuisine.






VORTEX




Let me sleep on
If this is a dream,
Let me live on
If this is real.

Beauty was never
So beautiful,
Color so colorful,
Light so bright,
Night so painful.

Feels like I am a feather
So light that
I take flight
And soar with delight.

In this season of love
The heart blooms like a flower
Flutters like a fly
Warms up to a smile
Gallops at a thought.

Feels like being sucked
Into the vortex of a
Whirlpool, deep down
A abyss…black out!

Then, being thrown up
Into the eye of a storm
Pulled into a twister
Tossed about and
Free falling again.

Riding the waves of ecstasy
Doped on dopamine
Rocking and reeling
Drowning in passion,
These are the feelings
I never wanna grow out of!

Friday, December 23, 2011

IT’S A ROLLER COASTER RIDE.




Wintry, cold, foggy morning
With a hot cuppa in hand
Watching the mist lift
With the warmth of Mr. Sun.
Chewing on the memories
When we were younger,
Smiling at the then mistakes
Which had caused heartaches
Wee bit old & wiser now,
Yet, yearning for those days!
Carefree times
Happiness on mind
Days of gay abandonment
Today, longed for as
A wistful moment.
Past & present
Overlapping at some point
Life comes a full circle.
Things happen and unhappen
Setting themselves right
With usual ups & downs
Twists and turns…
This is but a roller coaster ride!

SOS


Dear Santa,
This is my first request to you.
Sorry, if this sounds demanding
Cos’ I’m desperate;
Looked everywhere
Then thought of you.
I need a gadget
To make food appear
On the table
So, my family is fed.
Better still,
Send a Genie                                                                                                          
Who will take care
Of all my needs in a jiffy!

For- G-man

Thursday, December 22, 2011

THE VOID.


A void, a chasm, a gorge…it is scary. Don’t want to look down. It is black and bleak. No end in sight. Hanging by a thread, is what it is called…a cliff-hanger!
In the solitary confines on my mind, am a prisoner of my thoughts. Neither the vodka knocks me down or the caffeine keeps me awake…hanging by a thread – nowhere!
Pain is a gift – bitter n sweet. Yet, a feeling though, a proof of being alive. This time of the year, joy everywhere, happiness everywhere, music everywhere, Christmas is the time of fun with family and friends…why not me?

P.S: This is a work of fiction. I have come across many blogs where people have written that Christmas is a very tiring and tough time for them emotionally. Keeping the different themes and prompts, have come up with this.

For -Theme Thursday   
         imperfect prose     
         Poetry Jam 
         Short story slam week 17                                                                      

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

HIGH


Intoxicated,
We dance in high spirits as
If possessed by spirits.

IF WISHES WERE HORSES.


Distances vanish
When the hearts are fused
Beating as one

                         Riding Pegasus
                         Giving wishes its wings
                         Reaching out to you

Imagery has no bounds
You live within me…
And me within you.

For-dverse~Open Link Night week 23
        ABC Wednesdys - "W"
 

Monday, December 19, 2011

THE DAWN



The shadows grow longer
They will just hover around
As the sky lit up
In a riot of colors
A spectacular end
Making way for
Another spectacle
Where the sky gleams
With the twinkling stars.
Reflecting on the day it was
From one spectacle to another
Where one gives way for another
The order
The balance
The circle
Watching the twilight
Anticipating the new dawn
Musing upon the year this was
Letting it go with all its
Ups and downs
Welcoming the new
With open arms.

For - Mag-96
          The Poetry Pantry # 80


Sunday, December 18, 2011

PITTER PATTER





I look at myself…
A bit muddy,
Wee bit dirty;
I smile and jump,
The image vanishes
With a splash!

Opening my arms wide
Letting the cool
Aqua drench me
Hydrate my thirsty soul;
Throwing my head back
I taste the nectar.
Wrap my hands around myself
And hop to the sounds of
Pitter patter.

Squish
Squish
The walk

Swish
Swish
The windy spray;

Oh! How I love these rain filled days!

Friday, December 16, 2011

THE PAIN OF PASSION.




Well now, please don’t get any ideas about the word Passion. Read “boundless enthusiasm” instead.

These days I walk with the gait of an arthritic. No, I don’t have arthritis. By now, everyone knows my passion for long distance running. I am suffering from the pain of chasing a dream. Everyone generally writes about pleasure, happiness and good things in life. I thought why not write about pain…a pain which gives me immense pleasure! Wacky?

I have been training for long distance running since last February…it has been on and off because my legs pain, especially the shins which are not strong enough to withhold the impact.

Success isn’t a result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire” – Arnold H.Glasow.

From the first step in the morning till the last step when I am done for the day, my every step is deliberate, controlled and measured. An ‘ouch’ or an ‘ufff’ escapes my lips involuntarily. Every time I get down or climb up the stairs, I sweat with the effort. I am becoming a bit too dependent on the painkillers, but, I really cannot function without them. I have forgotten what it is like to be pain free. A few of my toe nails have turned blue; I have painted them with blue nail color and tad aaa! Did I say I have blisters too??

God gives us dreams a size too big so that we can grow in them” – Author Unkonwn.

When I start off with my running practice, the first few hundred meters or so is hell. I must will myself to take every step…wobbly and afraid (yes, afraid!) that my knees will give way and I may buckle anytime, yet,I carry on. When the step falls ‘in step’…the leg and hand movements co-ordinate along with my breathing- then it is pure joy and exhilaration. I enjoy every movement of my run, it is very liberating.

“Success comes in cans, not cant’s” – Author Unknown.

There are times when my body tells me to slow down…it is important to listen to the body too else it will feel abused. So, I shut down completely twice a week, no work outs, no running, and no walking either. The muscles need all the rest to rejuvenate and recuperate. During those times, I visualize my run, mentally affirming and motivating myself and see that I am crossing the 21k mark. It feels so real that I can almost touch my dream!

“The difference between try and triumph is a little umph” – Author Unknown.

Well, I am not writing this to glorify my pain. I just want to say that it hurts you a lot more to let go of something which you could have accomplished, only because you did not try a wee bit more. It takes a lot of strength to hang in there…and things will fall into the place.

“Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it” – Buddha.

No pain, no gain…just chase your dream!

IN YOUR LIGHT.




Like a firefly
The glow is from within
Feeling like a
Celestial being
Encompassed in a halo
Colorful aura surrounding.
The colorful stars
Reflecting in the stare
Lights illuminating the streets
Radiating the face.
Is it me, you or the lights?
You change by the Moon
Yet, you changed me
Made me resplendent in love.

            Write2day
               Thursday Think Tank #78


Thursday, December 15, 2011

THE ROGUE






Well…he is a rogue…
Craving and succumbing
To temptation
For enchanting creations
Craving and drooling
At the delightful sights
Of exquisite beauty.
So bold,
So shameless,
Always eyeing them
And licking the lips
Without a care for
Peoples stare.
So open in his
Admiration…
Feasting with his eyes,
Oh! Yes, he is rouge nevertheless,
He is my sweet tooth…nonetheless.

           Thursday Poets Rally

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

VOODOO.




The tiny needles sting
Making me bleed internally
Pain – sweet and bitter
Unexplained.
Wearing my heart
On my sleeve like a charm.
Your love, an amulet;
A holy candle burning bright
Am in trance with
Your spirit within me
Like a poison spreading
Possessing me…
A spell cast by your voodoo.

A PROMISE




“Listen to your heart,
It muddles your mind.”
We kept on chanting this
Giggling and rolling in the sand.

We promised to meet every year
Had promised to keep the promise
As LIFE had parted us
On our separate ways
In search of what ahead lay.

Years later, am sitting here,
The calm aqua reflecting
The riot of autumn…but,
Not the storm within.

We had thrown pebbles here,
Swam, fished, fought,
Made out…with guys,
This was our hangout
This was our place
Oh! Those youthful ways
Of carefree days.

This wait has been longer
Seems you don’t remember…
As I get up to go…
A reflection,
Eyes meeting on the water’s surface
The smiles,
Eyes misting over
And a promise kept!

             Poetry Picnic Week 17
              Poetry Jaam

Monday, December 12, 2011

FIREWORKS.




The moonlit ocean
Sparkled in the night
Fireworks illuminating the sky
Momentarily blinding
The glimmer of the stars.
The lights reflecting in
Your twinkling eyes
Like little fireflies,
Radiating your beauty in the dark.
I touched your face,
And you trembled,
You turn to face me…
Our eyes lock and
Mirror our emotion.
The soft wind rustling
Your lustrous hair
Your lips ablaze with heat
Resplendent halo embraces
And envelopes us,
Intensifying the sparks between us.
 Swept off and drowned
We lay on the sand, spent
As the horizon is aglow
With spectacular aurora.

For - Romantic Friday Writers - Sparkle Challenge.
          The Poetry Pantry -79
             

Sunday, December 11, 2011

RECAPTURING.





Here’s my life
Spread out in front of me
The years, sewn together
The colors of life
Merging together in
Interweaving patterns.
Colors of childhood –
Innocent, joy and gay;
Lavender cots wool
With cute blue flowers
The warmth of my babyhood nights.
The blue pinafore of my school
Reminiscence of my youthful days;
The orange silk top
Showing off my youthful curves
Had made him wild on our first date.
The black lace gown
That made me the prom queen;
The flaming red negiligee
Reminding me of the
First night of my wedded life;
My first baby shower-
Smiling brightly at
Friends and family….
The mint green skirt
That hubby had lovingly brought.
They are all here laid out,
The pieces of my life,
Bright, light, dark as night
Giving me warmth and smiles.

TODAY - THE WAY OF LIFE.







Looming and luminous
Against the dark skies
Tall and menacing in the day
Taller shadows
Prophecy of a doomsday!
Broken, battered, vacant eyes
Beseeching sights and heavy sighs
Drowned by the cacophony
And noise
Contrasting lives
For joy, we strive,
Endless- cheerless jive.
Frenetic existence
Shrinking patience
Burgeoning distance
Automated enthusiasm
Some price we pay for urbanization.


Friday, December 9, 2011

FALLING.




Can I trust this?
What is happening?
This seems to be
Slipping through
My fingers….
Am losing control.
This does not make sense,
Never had,
Am caught up
In this whirlpool
A surreal experience.
Joy, so deep
It tears the eyes,
And overwhelms
The heart
I’m falling…
Being sucked
By a force
That’s unseen.


          dverse - Writing Emotion