Dormant, not dead

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Coming back to Life, End of wordlessness, End of writer's block, Finding words, Freedom, Liberty, Magpie Tales, Never too far, No more feeling blank, Not dead, Release, Rising thoughts, Sleeping words, Willow Manor, Words, Words coming back

Image credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

Like haunting shadows
dancing in dark alleys
They spoke to me
in hoarse whispers
They told me
never to let go of them

Like famished souls
severed from grungy bodies
They clutched
at my flaming little heart
Their sole desire
was to seep deep into it

There was no escape
from their thorny vines
– no denying
their omnipresence – 

And while I melted into
their burning passion
– While I gave in to
their relentless cries –
They transformed
into a beautiful verse
– an epitaph –
on the headstone
of my wordless reflection

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**Posted for a smashing Week 103 of Magpie Tales – Where images demand answers, and we poets and writers attempt… **

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Her fierce stride

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An open mind, Carefree, Drenched, Enjoying, Feeling of freedom, Free spirited, Freedom, Happy, Harmless rains, Hopeful woman, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, Rain, Soaking wet, Unattached, Unbound, Unchained, Unperturbed

Image credits: chichaboo@DeviantArt

Playful
That whip flying from her feet
lashing at strange empty faces,
She moved on
undaunted
by the impending dark cloud

Unpretentious
The mahogany dyed odd strands
tickling at her naked smooth nape ,
She moved on
swaying
to the muted symphony in the air

Relentless
Those torrential bursts of rain
pounding against the tip of her nose,
She moved on
accompanied
by a quaint umbrella of hope

Frivolous
That soaked little paisley dress
clinging to her sun kissed skin,
She moved on
mesmerized
by her sapphire lined horizons

She’s still marching
Free-spirited
and free…

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**Posted for One Shot Wednesday (week 45)! Check out this amazing galaxy of wonderful poetry, link in your poem…and simply relish it all! 🙂 **

Nineteen days of…

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Colorful, Crowd, Enjoyment, Family and friends, Food, Freedom, Frolic, Fun times, Hot and Humid, India trip, Lovely, Magpie Tales, Noise, People, Perfect Poets Award - week 41, Photographs, Pictures, Pollution, Random, Shopping, Sweaty, Thursday Poets Rally Week 42, Tiresome, Travel, Vacation

Image credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

… highways pot-holed and dusty
… memories, some faintly rusty

… clutch, gear, honk and brake
… Pandus ever ready to take

… fresh whiffs of a salty breeze
… dense smog lending many a sneeze

… batter fried fish and rice
… lilting scents and tastes of spice

… shops filled with wares I love
… trinkets sent from Gods above

… Chikoo shakes, masala teas
… Pav bhaji loaded with cheese

… coconut palms spread like fires
… stone temples and carved spires

… family, friends, food and fun
… giggles, gifts and hugs-a-ton

… Chromatic tones of a peopled maze
… Eden drenched in sweltered daze

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(all pictures here – except Tess’s Magpie prompt and Jingle’s Perfect Poet Award – were clicked by meee… :))

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**The above poem and pictures are an attempt to describe my recent and awesome visit to India… And coincidentally, this week’s colorful Magpie prompt was a perfect stimulant for me to make you “see and feel” this trip the way I did… I hope you enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed my visit! 🙂 **

*** Quite obviously, I am also submitting this poem as a response to this week’s Magpie Tales…Thank you, Tess, for this super lovely prompt!! 🙂 And folks, if you haven’t already checked out Magpie Tales, you should… RIGHT NOW!! :)***

****Also submitting this for Thursday Poets Rally – Week 42 ****

And here, I would also like to thank Jingle and all poets at the Poets’ Rally for giving me for this lovely award… and with pleasure, I nominate Blaga for next week’s Perfect Poet…

blushing in warm glee
like flowers swaying in Spring
clear bursts of fresh joy

Winged Trail

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Butterfly, Chasing a butterfly, Dream, Dream catcher, Following a dream, Following freedom, For love, Freedom, In search of love, Love, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, Wild, Wilderness

Image credits: maine18-d2ze229@DeviantArt

They had told me
I would find you in the woods
Under a moonlit sky
Making love to nature

They had told me
I would see you in person
Soaking in the sun
While dancing in wild ecstasy

I wanted to find you
I wanted to see you
To feel you

And when the butterfly glided by…

In its wings
I saw the color of your smile
In its pause
I heard the music of your touch
In its flight
I felt the span of your love

So I madly ran after it
While it knew nothing of me
I knew it would bring me to you
And I would catch you
…red-handed…

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**Posted for One Shot Wednesday (Week 39)… Check it out, and indulge in some amazing Poetry! **

***CONGRATULATIONS, One Stop Poetry Team on winning the Shorty Award (Art)… You guys TOTALLY DESERVE IT!! Yaaaaayyyy!!! Hope y’all had an awesome time in NYC!! I wish I could meet y’all… ***

****Just wanted to let you know that I am in Bombay, and trying to “absorb” the change in tempertaure…it’s 90F here… LOLZ!! Will be putting up some pictures soooonnn… ****

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

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Celebration, Freedom, Happy Independence Day!, Indian Independence Day, Sunday 160

Wearing Taj
Go British Raj
Cotton wheel
Bolly-reel
Farming pride
IT-ride
Bombay to Mumbai
Madras to Chennai
You’ve come a long way
India, Happy Independence Day

*Posted for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man. Please do check out the creative reads by the other writers-poets here…*

**Today is 15th August, the day when India and all of us Indian children celebrate our Independence from the British Rule… This is an ode to honor India on completing 63 years of FREEDOM !! :)**

***JAI HIND!!! :)***

Gateway to Freedom

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Butterfly, Deep desire, Doors, Dream, Flight, Freedom, Haiku, Question, Wish

Lovely butterfly
Soaring freely ‘neath the sky
Can you make me fly?

Bachelordom

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Bachelor, Bachelorette, Freedom, Single

Here is where differences melt and bondings grow
Here is where either everyone or no-one is a bitch
Here is where home is really home
Here is where lightness is felt, where freedoms are born
Here is where gossips thrive (hell yea!!)
Here is where food is worshipped as never before
Here is where new elements are created… Weed, Booze and Sizzle
Here is where hearts gallavant, and sometimes get defeated
Here is where visions are made, touched, and also forgotten
Here is where life happens and miseries end
And finally…
Here is where He is King and His is the Kingdom !

The Rules of Freedom

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Fearless, Freedom, Open mind, Perspective, Poetry

Have not a mind that closes itself
To the confines of its walls
Be not a soul that wishes to drown
In the shallow waterfall

Break from the clutches of time and reason
Look yon beyond the seas
Swim with the gulls, fly with the fish
Bring to your brow no crease

How tasteful is the sweet winning
Of love’s first ever kiss
Cage not these wings for so they moult
But when unbound there’s bliss.

Do love the free in thee, my love,
Enchanted through and through
The light you have to move towards
I drift with thee unto.

Sing out the words you meant to say
Live in the hour that’s yours
Smile at the tunes that soar to heights
Into the skies azure

Forever there is another sky,
So tranquil and so fair,
Flooded with aeonian sunshine
In which ye ought to dare

Rescue the heart from depths of fear
And eerie nights that loom
Relentlessly combat the storm
For then the buds will bloom