03 Wednesday Apr 2013
Posted in Poetry
Image credits – Kavita
And that October evening
when the sun went down
It took with it
a little part of me
That part
whose skin yearned
– in anticipation –
for the sting of your touch
whose lashes quivered
– with delight –
at the thought of you
It took with it
that which I once
held dear
Very dear to me
– half my soul –
** Written (with great effort) towards NaPoWriMo… Okay, I’m off by a few hours, but hey! I did write, didn’t I ?! Well, anyway, it’s 2 down § 28 to go 🙂 **
16 Thursday Jun 2011
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Attention, From sadness to strength, From turmoil to tranquil, Gradual change, Magpie Tales, Mind working hard, Peace, Psychology, State of mind, Thoughts, Will power, Workings of the mind
Image Credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales
When it began
She felt her fingers
just one twitch away
from a gripping harness
of her unabated restlessness
She saw herself
just one turn away
from a fast gyrating life
split with a double-edged knife
She felt her pulse
just one thump away
from being cast with treachery
into that bottomless lake of misery
And yet
She hoped to be
just one thought away
from the safe reviving arms
mustering force to drown her qualms
She fixed her gaze
just one focus away
from matters of the past
that had dark shadows cast
Until finally
She knew she was
just one conch away
from the soothing aria
of a deep sea-green panacea
**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 69! Here, check out what the other amazing writers had to say when prompted with the above image… **
06 Sunday Mar 2011
Posted in Poetry
Tags
A muse speaks, An idea's voice, By-product of a brain, From the idea's perspective, Idol, Idolized, Monkey Man, Muse, Poetry Potluck, Shape poetry, Sunday 160, The voice of a thought, Thoughts, Worshipped
Image: ahermin@DeviantArt
I
an
iota
a truth
inside your
wildly fertile
and lucid imagination
not just a hazy hallucination
but a soft sensation
hardly tactile
the demure
dainty
muse
am
I
**Written and posted for:
Monkey Man’s Sunday 160 – for stories/poem in 160 characters or less
Poetry Potluck (Week 25)**
09 Friday May 2008
Posted in Poetry
Standing by the window
Watching the children play
I wonder what becomes of us
Whats really ours to say
Standing by the window
I ponder over the past
And wish from all the depths within
That it would forever last
Standing by the window
I paint a picture bright
With all the colors life can offer
Be they dark, or be they light
Standing by the window
I enjoy this gentle air
And urge my self to open up
Outside of my own lair
Standing by the window
Rain splashing on the pane
With gusts that make way through the gaps
Thrashing all that we think sane
Standing by the window
Green grass before my eyes
With gentle blades that bow to me
Catching me by surprise
Standing by the window
Trees swaying in the breeze
Their leaves gleam in all freshness
Can this moment not just freeze??
Standing by the window
Cars speeding, zooming past
I think how far I have travelled
In this world that’s paced so fast
Standing by the window
Night lit by a full moon
A quiet moment with my spirit, then
Letting crickets sing their tune
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