Rest In Peace.

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To rest under the heaps of earth cast by my very own,

A tear awakened the dying seed into a ponderous flower,

The weight of many a years hurled gently on my coffin,

And now I can finally rest in a wholesome heavenly bliss!

To rest under the salty waves of the beautiful blue sea,

Tossed aboard by my sweet children when I could no more be.

To be nibbled by the colourful fishes scaling across the oceans,

To wonder the deep mysterious seas and finally ride the currents...

To rest upon a pile of firewoods stacked neatly below me,

To be put alight by my very own son in tears and weary.

To rise up to the open skies like a furious dancing flame,

Finally flying free from all the burdens, fears and blames!

To finally rest in peace wherever I may be,

Tired from a long journey through unexpected realms,

To not breathe and not move, and not think anymore,

To not be scared or sad neither happy nor sore!

To just be,

FREE!

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Inspired by Eugenio Montale's poem "To Rest In The Shade" at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!
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Also shared with Poet's United for Poetry Pantry!

Broken Yet Mended!

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I sat at the end of the hall,

My seat rising a little above all,

And it all started with the tap of my feet,

The involuntary ripple in my fingers,

As they play along the music on my knees,

And my shoes clicked on the timber!

And I closed my eyes as the acoustics rose,

And echoed across the hall,

Crisscrossing in many a random forms,

Departing the stage from wall to wall!

And images of unfathomed depths,

Arose in my puzzling mind,

Rising from forgotten past,

Of what was long left behind!

Or created from imagined future,

Beautiful, benign, rich and lustrous,

Deceiving the reality,

Raising hopeless hope within me!

And lost I was in the depths of mind,

Furtively changing yet sublime,

Watching her live, feeling her death,

Laughing her joys, sorrows bereft!

Dancing to her songs, her wishes on my eyes,

Wondering along, lost in her denies,

Trusting her grasp, sensing her closeness,

Sharing her tears in the ultimate oneness.

As the music rose happy and joyful,

My eyes were wet an sorrowful...

The music stopped, the echoes ended,

The lights turned on and I was mended!

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Written for Midweek Motif at Poets United!

~Of Poseidon~

Goa.

Adorned in a peaceful breeze,

Brimming with wishful sighs,

Reaching out ever so close,

And yet speeding farther away,

Carrying along the empty bottle,

With a wishful note inside,

Of someone's love and life,

Of a sailor's beautiful wife!

And the waves rise and fall,

With heartfelt song of the wind,

And the sea gull skims the water,

With hopes on her wings!

And the rise in anger and wrath,

Above the bewildered mortals,

Praying to escape the scorn,

Of Poseidon's furious assault!

Written for Poetry Jam!

~Apology~

Papa Bear after a bath!

And here is an apology for what may have been,

For what rests unknown, dark and unseen.

It was a mistake, I assure you of my honest intentions,

I did not mean to hurt your feelings, or damage your emotions!

My heart did weep along with you,

But you could not look in my tear filled eyes, No!

Too filled with sorrow and engrossed in yourself,

You failed to notice how I loathed myself,

To bring to you what never should have been,

If only I was ignored by your kind being!

Please find in your dear heart to once again forgive,

How undoubtedly foolish and insensitive I behave,

For if it were not for your love and care,

I’d truly be lost in this world so unfair!

***

Shared with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for Open Link Monday!

I Wait...

Starry Night by Alex Ruiz.

I wished upon a trailing star,

Bright and brilliant in the dark blue sky,

To hold me close in your arms,

When I lingered alone so far away!

And the shooting star whizzed past the brightly lit sky...

I gazed up on the arched moon,

Longing for a glimpse of you,

To see your face shining, lit by a smile,

When I stood under the sky so blue!

And the arched moon glowed ever so more...

I whispered into the silent winds,

Hoping to hear a song from your lips,

That part sometimes to kiss me softly,

My cheeks blush and my stomach flips!

And the whispering wind rustles soothingly past...

I wonder if you can hear me,

While I longingly wait for thee...

***

Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 234!

Beggars!

In wants of Love,

The heart craves for more-

Makes a beggar! 

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai!

~Krishna~

Janmashtami celebration!

Shared with 6WS!

~Jadeite~

Not a Jadeite!

The ring was stolen again!

It had been through the battles with Emperor Ashoka on his victories across Bharat. It was plundered later by the Mughal dynasty and passed along the royal lineage until it landed in the satchel of the petty thief who stole it from jewellery box of queen Jodha of King Akbar. He was later beheaded and the ring recovered to be donned on the delicate fingers of the Queen of Emperor Shahjahan, the woman for whom the love struck emperor had built the stupendous Taj Mahal. It crossed the sea on the indigo uniform of the Royal British soldier of the East India Company who took it from the depths of Bahadur Shah Zafar's treasure coves. It later stayed for a while on the voluptuous bosom of his lover in a thick golden chain. She threw it in violent outrage when she learned of her beau's affair with the Indian girl. It was then that the Jadeite on the ring bore on it a crack that ran deep and everlasting through the veins of the precious stone making it immortal with it's long mesmerising history. For what was a stone so perfect that it wouldn't tell a story of Love and Passion? In the hands of the heartbroken English lady it was uncared for and soon lost, and quite forgotten!

And just like that, a century later, it appeared for auction in custom seized goods. A man of intelligence and an ardent collector bought the ancient Ring for a minimal price of twenty grands! Much delighted at his own hearty win he walked with the bejewelled ring back home and examined it carefully. The intense green jadeite must have been atleast seven carats or more. The light fell on it softly as if even the sun was afraid of damaging the defected stone. The polished gold held the stone delicately in its hand-crafted embrace. It emitted a translucent hue against the sun and his eyes sparkled at the immense beauty! He sat watching it, transfixed by its magnificent beauty, lost in the dreams of his plush future for hours.

The next morning he was found dead on his bed stabbed through the heart and nothing was taken. The murder was pronounced as a crime of passion or revenge, his recently divorced wife as the main suspect! Little did anyone know of His latest acquisition at the auction or Aanya's passionate resolve to win what was hers back.

The cacophony in the background was drowned in the inner resounding of her actions, but the Royal blood in Aanya's heart made her indifferent to death and blood shed. She smiled and walked away with a strut of a victor, a huge ravishing green ring on her finger, that made the sun shy away!

Shared with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!

Homecoming...

The River Ganga!

My muffled footsteps move fast,

Faster than they were slow when leaving

my front door behind

for a long long time,

But all that is in the past...

I forget the squeamish feeling in my heart,

The tears brimming in my eyes,

the lump in my throat,

All that is long past...

For now I am back home,

The same old poppies grow in my garden,

The same old wind chimes welcome me back,

The same old jute rug at the doorstep,

for I am back home at last...

My mind blurs with memories of a phone call,

the call to report back thus,

Eradicating a smile on my face,

Mercenaries of joy and happiness,

And all of that whirred within so fast...

A tear again in my eyes

as they see the open doors,

My mother rushing out for me,

To engulf me in her warm arms...

But these are tears of happiness,

These are tears of joy,

For all those days away from home,

Are in distant shadows cast!

Written for:

3WW

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Poets United: Midweek Motif

Love Pearls...

My pearls... :)

Resting on her delicate bossom,

Rising with every forlorn sigh-

The pearl necklace!

Shining with memory of what is lost,

settles down preciously only to adorn...

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai! 

Disheartened!

A painting by John Godward!

Whirling in a storm of self created bonds,

Expectations floating past like a fragment of cloud,

Hoping against hope that it would be clear,

Today so close, so near, so dear...

Filled with surprise of reluctant pleasure,

Heartily disheartened and writhing in treasure,

Loving him for it was easy to love,
Than to hate such ghastly, soulless monster!

Unable to quench the thirst for riches,
Unable to leave him despite the glitches,
Unable to conquer the lust of his intimacy,
Unable to love his tyranny and treachery!

She whimsically thought of coiled rope,
And smiled as she wrapped her neck in a loop!

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I'm not quite sure I wanted it to be this dark but I finally finished this poem thanks to all the Garden dwellers!
Special thanks to Annell, George, Jim, Isadora, Helen, Kerry and Marian!
This is what I could come up with from my Poem In Progress that I shared on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads last Wednesday and got some wonderful insights!
Thank you All!
Open Link Monday on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!
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Deceptively Beautiful!

My small coin collection!!

Dismissed in Love and Hatred too,

She lay in disregard of her heavy heart,

Thinking maybe she could con him too,

And have a opulent but fresh start!

She knew not sorrow bounds itself,

To swindle, larceny, lust and theft!

40 words for dVerse Poets!

Cheesy Cakes!

Not the one he Made!! 

I came back home from a long tiring day,

To a waft of baked scones and chocolaty cake,

I smiled as I entered the house in a haste,

The living room abandoned, the kitchen a waste...

Mr. Husband took upon himself to cook me some sweets,

His nose powdered with flour, his hands dipped in cheese,

I wondered what the cheese was for,

Before I took to cleaning the floor!

He lovingly banished me from the kitchen,

And later that night we had cake for dinner,

Too long forgotten in the overheated oven,

With cheesy icing and a bit hardened,

Lovingly made by Mr. Husband for me,

I forgot all follies in a hurry to eat!

My Partner In Crime!

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Tip toe on my bare feet 

I walked down the stairs,

hoping the floorboard wouldn't creak,

As I sneak to reach the chocolate eclairs;

kept atop the highest shelf,

intentionally away from my little reach ,

I climb on a wooden chair,

Strain my ankles, stretch my arms,

to reach the tempting treat!

And running amok helter-skelter,

As it comes pelting down,

Licking my chocolate rich fingers,

As mom puts the lights on-

A smile hidden in her angry frown!

Running wild in the garden,

Playing with a choo choo train,

Bare feet in my dirty frock,

And dancing in the rain!

Little mommy came shouting out,

Pulling her hair in loving frustration,

 warning me from catching a fever.

I sneezed and sped bringing her out as well,

She was soaked soon as the rain continued to swell.

We both caught the darling cold,

And our noses turned clownishly red,

But she was the one who fed me soup,

As I cosily slept!

Climbing on the guava trees,

bare feet as they became ripe and red,

Munching on some perched atop,

While tossing some on mama's head,

She furrowed her brows and looked up at me,

I smiled and sent her more,

She was soon eating a guava too,

The delicious pearly fruit!

And then the owner sighted us

And I dropped down on her shoulders,

We ran giggling like the wind,

to escape his angry clamour.

Later I know she got busted

And gave back some of the squander,

Yet came back giggling secretively,

Having enjoyed our little adventure!

Written for MindLoveMisery's photo prompt!

This poem Is- I, Love, You!

Me+Hubby

This poem is  I!

This poem is Love!

This poem is You!

I am a bird free falling from the sky,

I am a spirit felt in a heartbeat's sigh,

I am a love song written by every poet,

I am the will to live free forever alive!

This poem is I!

Love is a feeling of falling through emptiness,

Love is warm, consoling maybe treacherous, 

Love lives in the heart of every living soul,

Love is here forever, Gods very own!

This poem is Love!

You are mine forever and ever after,

You are in my heart, soul, joy and laughter,

You live to be a Someone in this incomplete world,

But you are my Only One, completion, amour!

This poem is You!

This poem is a passionate free bird I!

This poem is the forbidden fruit Love!

This poem is adorable you!

Thank you Hannah for the wonderful form at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!

Ya'aburnee!

Tomb of Firuz Shah Tughlaq at Hauz Khas Village!

It's Death as I recall, a rather big surprise,

For few it's beautiful, just a change of guise!

For some a paltry fear of the approaching unknown,

Others a dreadful severance from what they thought their own! 

And no one wins over Death, It shall definitely arrive,

But when it comes darling for you, I don't want to be alive!

Ya'aburnee, no matter how painful it gets,

Old and crippled, yet all I fear is Your Death!

I know I love you more, and you've never loved me true,

For you have cheated too often, Death is how I pardon you!

Written for MindLoveMisery's word prompt!
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Also shared with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for Open Link Monday!

The Rise of Evil Queen!

The Faerie's Rise!

Perched atop a fragile beauty,

Dark yet mesmerising rise,

High above the common Faerie,

Powerful and evil queen alights...

Once a beauty, once a joy,

A frivolous doe eyed creature,

Gentle, helpful, a little coy,

Of good, an ardent preacher!

A past so hideous, scary and harsh,

Of loved ones betrayal and deceit,

Turned her vengeful and crass,

Arose from ashes, the evil queen!

Written for MindLoveMisery's Fairytale picture prompt!

The Shortcut Path!

Shimla.

Hopping over the fence

In a hurry to meet her friends-

Her frock torn by the barbs!

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Taking the shortcut path

Over a wall, climbing a tree-

Romeo meets Juliet!

***

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai!

Natsukashi!

Image found HERE.

Her hands swirled
Her eyes closed
As she flew in the air,
Earth far from her toes,
A flourishing swirl,
Her arms flexed,
Gathering the world,
In a single twirl...
The {taut} bun,
The frilly {little} skirt
Mattered not a {bit};
As she flew again
Up and up
Gravity in disdain!
The world watched
Flabbergasted, awestruck,
But she paid not a heed,
For she was one with music,
Moulding to the beat!
The oneness
of a long lost love
Of passion and fear!
The oneness of loss and despair
Of many a hopeful tears!
Rejuvenated and happy,
Sad, nostalgic, carefree,
Heart bursting with emotions
Trapped for too long,
She felt all at {once}!
Tearing her apart,
As she {sliced} the air-
Her feet touching
her {golden} hair,
Natsukashi searing,
Her heart beat racing,
Rush of adrenaline,
Over and over again!
What if she could never stop?!

I have emphasised the words as such:
{}= read fast
Bold= emphasise
Underline=read slow

Written for MindLoveMisery's prompt!

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dVerse Poets!

Rain!

                                                   

A series of water logged clouds over Himalayas c
alled a squall line.

The water logged clouds

dripping down,

Constant pitter patter

on my window-sill!

The fine trickles

Sneaking around

the rounded stones 

In a hurry to reach

the earth within!

The tiny seed,

A memory indeed

Of a long forgotten 

Old tree,

Chopped down by the 

Relentless woodcutters,

Creeps to life

And returns 

Above the soil,

Plunging through the

Softened earth,

Forgiving everyone in its wake!

Of hope,

Love,

Loss

Death

And life!

For She is back!

Inspired by Claribel's poem "Rain"  written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads !
Also shared with Poetry Pantry at Poet's United!