My World Of Excitements

Poem93. Life Till ...

2014-06-28T19:05:00.002+05:30

Going Back and forth
left and right
at times
Still.

Thought I had control
with ties around
like a web
Spider.

Strong wind blew
web tangled
getting out
No way.

Didn't think of death
had fighting spirit
stood calm
Untied.

May come storm issues
have spirit and calm
shows the way
Clear.

Poem92.Standing There

2013-03-23T00:48:00.000+05:30

Standing There

Confined to my bubble
I was just flying
that space for me- the world.
was so busy, to look out understand.

When accidentally
bubble hit on a sharp edge
fell off from dream
with open eyes ,the reality.

Am I dead or now alive
should I get up or
will move automatically??
Still standing there stupefied.

Poem91.Remnants

2012-11-25T22:09:00.000+05:30

Remnants

Remnants for you,

but a treasure for me,
remembrance of gone days.

childhood spent around Grandpa

the star of my small eyes.
red sofa, his favorite spot .

Sitting there so majestic

used to tell mighty stories,

and reading was a craze.

With broad outlook, clever so calm

never heard shouting but was strong

ready solutions just in hand.

That were days so filled with joy,

love, affection there in air,
he, so proud to be my gpa.

Now also when I go there

hear him talking as before,

Hallucination might be, but for me just real.

It is written for The Mag145 where we have to write on a photo prompt.

Poem90.Gratitude

2012-11-25T18:19:00.000+05:30

Gratitude

Your handiwork pulls Oh! God,

each second towards you,

with perfection, the beauty,

melody of the life around.

How cleverly have you kept

the mist on the leaf top.

When the rain drops down

sweet music, tempts to dance.

Butterflies swirl around

green,yellow wish to touch.

The songs of birds makes me smile
takes me somewhere in a bliss.

Lush green paddy fields

laughing shooing in the breeze.

My heart goes out towards you

with so much love and gratitude.

Poem89.A Step

2012-11-25T17:59:00.002+05:30

A Step

Can you hear me? Where are you?" The search for you has been ongoing, echoing through my inner world.

My voice resonates loudly, amidst green valleys and vast mountains of the mind.

Riding on thoughts, I've looked everywhere, yet found only pandemonium.

Confused momentarily, uncertain of what's right or wrong, unable to decide.

Now, taking a step forward, hoping it leads straight to you. Oh God, when will we meet?

Poem88.My Sea Blue

2012-11-18T22:06:00.002+05:30

My Sea Blue

I can see the waves coming,
strong, big so frightening.
Is there time to take the coat
my favorite yellow on rod?

Had seen these rough times before
but not so anger never been there.
What happened to you my dear?
why you give us so much fear?

Anyway I am on my run
trying to go ahead of you.
Won't allow to take your turn
without a fight my Sea blue.

Written for The Mag144 where we have to write on the given photo prompt. This is mine.You could read other wonderful poets if you go there.

Poem87.Thank You

2012-11-18T16:14:00.000+05:30

Thank You

So many verses came and went
as in film on the screen of mind
you danced and tried to attract me
sad, I saw but couldn't write.

dances of you, my dear words
soft, urgent ,at times wild
all the tensions ,bad fears
you tries to swipe with your glide.

Wish to thank you with my heart
know that you won't need that bit
if you were not there as dear
what would I have done oh! peer.

Poem86. A Handicap

2012-11-17T21:08:00.001+05:30

A Handicap

Living in the past
future or present
not sure whether alive
but wish so otherwise.

when others peep
they might think
o, lucky so happy,
so well off to show off.

in their mind
they might have
wishes to be like
ha, if they only knew?

Having grown out
yes, physically
but mentally a handicap
will you really wish to be ??

Poem 85.A Magic Broom

2012-09-24T14:43:00.000+05:30

A Magic Broom

Trying to assimilate the pieces
the burst-ed scattered mind .
High voltage when passes
the bulbs sure get busted .

Picked the pieces first
but realized it mundane
the parts where so fine
picking didn't worked.

Need a magic broom
to gather the broken mind
Have to fix the pieces
to groom again fullest .

Poem84.The Escapade

2012-09-21T14:41:00.003+05:30

The Escapade

I was going through
blue water - a lagoon,
in a small boat, row
just me and me alone.

Singing happily aloud
was going, going forward,
not bothered about
what will happen,happened.

The water was so calm
and me at so peace
enjoying the palm
of nature with wide eyes.

Heard from distance my name
repeated again and again
looked up with a strain
to see my son near me.

Can't believe it was dream
the escapade seemed so real
the beauty,peace and calm
relaxed my nerves,can feel.

This poem is written for dverse MeetingTheBar: Beautiful Solitude
where the prompt is to just capture a bit of solitude in a poem.

Poem 83.Black

2012-09-14T22:41:00.000+05:30

Black

Sorrows and helplessness
attacks on all days
fills the mind whole
then burst,nothing more.

When hurt inside deep
with words or mere a look
the depth of wound you cant
assess with just a peep .

Bleeding mind, unseen pain
makes the breath difficult
no sound comes from mouth
try so hard you do.

Suffocation when out of control

sounds come from chest
so strong in the form of cough
leave you shaky breathless .

Dead inside almost,the mind,
Yet you expect light in eyes,
a smile on face? ha..human dear,
Just in black and more black.....

Poem82. Timeworn Memories

2012-09-14T15:07:00.002+05:30

Timeworn Memories

Being back in teens
fresh natural feelings
no high standard to meet
do what I wish to do.

All those days long back
comes back fresh on mind
not only remembering
but feels like re-living.

My hand just goes up
as if to catch the moment
to stop the time forever
to feel that, so precious.

Never had I thought
all was stored inside,
until it got re-winded
the timeworn memories.

Last minute what I did
difficult to remember
but silly, can visualize
all those with open eyes.

So happy but so sad
time had gone away
Yes,taken its toll on me
just a fading flower.

Written for the Poet United's Thursday Think Tank prompt 'Timeworn'.

Poem81.Afraid

2012-09-01T13:41:00.001+05:30

AFRAID

Was trotting in the ground
for health, going round

got aware of a sudden
some odd stares on.

Turned around to find

saw in black hood two

looked to know who were
but saw no face ,shocked.

Worried with fear, not sure,

it was real surprise.

Question sure I did,

but sound got just echoed.

Simply they followed

without a sound or nod

who they really were

why follow confused.

Were they the death guards?

came to take me off guard?

did my days do end,

or warning of some sort?

Chanted all the prayers,

which came to mind with fear

you take, no probs , oh God,

but why you make me afraid?

Poem80.Sail on a leaf..

2012-07-12T14:23:00.001+05:30

Sail on a leaf..

Was swimming all alone

with fierce loneliness

tried to look across

saw just water more.

A leaf came to me

as I was drowning blue.

Tired and half lost

no energy to fight.

Got onto ,without thinking

boats were moving

ships were sailing

but, none was stopping.

Unknown leaf owner

acknowledged, a head shake

handed me with another

one of his rows spare.

Shaking the row in water

tried to learn it safer

no punch laugh or jokes

silent,safe but serious.

Anger tension always abode

but ,sails always secure

has on mind that am there

won't take risks anymore.

Gratefulness or love

what should I have

for looking after me

when no body was there.

Poem79.Searching

2012-04-17T16:50:00.000+05:30

Searching

Was searching for something
wandering without idea,
what was looking for.

Now, my path more clear ;
from wisdom of passed days
yes,going towards the aim.

Knew the search is for love;
the one,not with gaps
continuous and complete.

Have seen here there just drops.
But, how to quench the thirst
with little drops, I wonder?

Hope the love which I search madly
will bring a soft smile of peace,
and make me radiate love.

Poem78.At Peace

2012-03-31T19:30:00.002+05:30

At Peace

I ,
smiling
watch me
and my thoughts....

I ,
so serene,
unruffled, cool.

me,
troubled,
unstable ,impatient.

confused me wish to become I;
but I, seems distant, a mirage...

Will me and I become one
and be at peace FOREVER ?

Note:

Here I am talking about the eternal witness I and the small bubble me.......

Poem77.A Dreamer

2012-03-30T14:10:00.000+05:30

A Dreamer

Be me
being dear's dear
been on the verge for long
boring very much seemed then
but now simply enjoying the same..

days go
did lost them
due to carelessness
don't want to miss now
daring to do so many things.

Am
what I am
a simple women
doting wife, lover, mother
a dreamer, a dreamer and a dreamer.

Poem76.Great Me

2012-03-26T14:44:00.005+05:30

Great Me

Had pictured myself perfect

in the eye of my mind

something goes if wrong

blame fell, never on me.

Never was aware the fact

I'm not what I think

until I saw the image

in my dear one's eyes.

One's friend can be a mirror

if you choose to see

but fact is that we don't

like to see the truth.

See ourselves beautiful

try to blame, others,

the world or whatever,

but never, the great me.

Written for "The Mag" where we have to write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured as inspiration.

Poem 75.A Promise From To Me

2012-03-25T01:13:00.004+05:30

A Promise From To Me

Flying high in the sky

saw clouds passing by

Rainbow so divine

was visible at distance.

Happy, so happy

wished to touch beauty

took a full breath

sped with all strength.

Speeding to the aim distant

forgot my limitations

me, a tiny sparrow

never crossed my thoughts.

Reality dawned with time

tired, gasping fell down

then too mind was aiming

was there, with the rainbow.

High above the mountains

you shine with divine beauty

Will come near you, one day

sure, a promise from to me.

Poem74.A Battle Field

2011-12-02T17:29:00.014+05:30

A Battle Field

Read or write

sit or stand

do it right

or stand blurred.

Wish or don't

seconds run by

minutes move so

and days goes by.

Off and on

in and out

hospital ,home

travel a lot.

Like a bee

for nectar

visits medics

for the cure.

Allergy, they say

simple ,it seems

suffer irritation

how to explain?

Continuous

battle for breath

struggle to carry

yourself as normal.

Day or night

me,a battle field

where 'will' fights

with circumstances.

Fighting with all my might
who will win let us watch
I won't fail, I am sure
for strong mind, I do have.

Poem73.Happy To Call It A Dream

2011-11-15T09:50:00.006+05:30

Happy To Call It A Dream

Walking, walking,

dreamily , calmly,

just going,

aimlessly.

Deserted area,

nearby calm sea,

wind blowing,

just walking.

Speeding cycle,

suddenly she saw,

at a distance,

and wished to call.

Thunder sudden;

made her turn,

what she saw,

made her churn.

The sea was rising,

eating the land,

eagerly coming,

to take her hand.

Wanted to shout,

no voice came out,

death, the thought,

strike her just.

Suffocation
lack of air

Struggling

Deep blackness.

Sudden shaking ,

heard him ask

"what happened"

realized, not dead.

Touch by hands of death,

shook me inside out,

Spared out this time;

so, happy to call it a dream.

Remembering the beautiful words of Robert Frost

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. "

Entering for Magpietales "Mag 91" where we have to write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured as your inspiration.

Poem72.The Truths

2011-11-09T11:59:00.006+05:30

The Truths

Sitting in my grave
yet won't recognize
one shovel mud per day
or one per one minute.

The rates only differs
the task is the same
you dance be happy
cry or hate you do.

Whatever or whichever
however you have to
ought to will do
fill , your grave.

You hate or love the thought
the fact remains the same
each sec takes you more
complete towards your goal.

You negate ,say not the case
but one day you have to leave
all the whims, and fancies
which you call yours.

Birth death, the truths
mankind like to avoid.
Birth you can control
death, can you stop???

Poem 71. Precious

2011-10-13T11:54:00.008+05:30

Precious

Hunger to mingle

laugh with ease

increase increase

difficult to control.

To be among people

watch ,argue,feel

get angry, be sad

wishing for all that.

Lives in comfort

being mentally a pauper

By world, should be happy

but not at all.

If comforts bring happiness

why does it play as a mirage

just being in front of me

not attainable..

What is precious, dear tell me,

happiness or comforts?

Poem 70.Fire of Dreams

2011-09-10T22:49:00.012+05:30

Fire of Dreams

Conflicts between what am

what wanted to be

always back in mind.

At times it reaches that point

where you burn yourself

with inferiority

but sits idle

feeling helpless
day dreaming

just allowing self

to get ruined in the fire of dreams.

Is it fair to yourself?

Why and why can't I find the courage

from the fire to leap forward

reach the goal or atleast try?

Dreams should give you power

to aim, shoot and reach your goal.

Or you will be like a volcano

always ready to erupt........

Poem69.Oh GOD....You are great...

2011-09-08T16:08:00.007+05:30

In my last poem I have prayed to dear God to run antivirus on me....He instantly answered to my request and was hospitalised and done a full scan on me.....Just today came out clean....Oh GOD....You are great......

Really God has made me clean,clean my mind eyes ears everything...

Now I can hear the world in its true beauty. Hear the music..see all of you and more over be happy to be alive ...................

Had prayed to god

for cleaning with antivirus

never thought will grace soon

just the next day morn.

Then ,

lying down in the hospital bed

closing eyes and watching

I can see dear words

with wonderful dresses

floating towards me.

They danced before me

called me to wake up

made me sure write.

Compelled, took a book

a pen was ready,then

they went behind a curtain.

Now if lie down, sure

will start calling again.........