Awaiting

I gaze at the horizon, the orange ball drowning in the blue.

The gulls on their flight,

Off to their nest, back to their love.

The ships sail off to their destination,

With aspirations and desires in the passengers.

Like brown blog they float and dissolve slowly at the fine blue line.

I stand there like a marble statue,

Engraved with the wait of your return.

Months have passed by you sailed in the blue.

Leaving me behind on the stony shore.

My feet have paralyzed,

My heart is growing stone old.

With every sail passing by I long to see you.

But gone are you so far from me, my love.

My hands are so meek to reach out for you.

Red satin wavering in the salty breeze,

Oozing out from my cut wounds.

The depth of which is growing with time like a gangrene,

A hole growing in my heart.

The salty breeze precipitates salt on my cheeks,

But, it mingles well with my lingering pain.

The pain of your ignorance,

I tried to stop, I begged but you were gone.

Sailed off from the shore of my heart, in to the misty morose of the blue.

Here I am standing still there like a women who can’t be moved,

Stone-cold to her inner core.

The breeze is still the same, the soothing lash.

In its moistly tamed touch which lingers to my cheek,

Accompanying the salty tears of mine.

Flowing in unity down the time rugged open wounds of mine.

I am still in wait for you,

Though my eyes seems to give up as it dint lash even once.

Since time you kissed them last.

My lips have dried, in the thirst of you touch.

Here I stand alone awaiting for you to return.

Dock back to the shores of my heart.

Until the blue keeps spattering me,

With the droplets of time filled memories of ours.

Giving me hopes to survive until you return.

Total words:327; FCA

This poem has been shared with "Bluebell Books:Short stories" ,
Also shared with Romantic Friday Writers under the theme "Heart Stopper".

They are my most precious Gifts

MY BELIEF

The most wonderful of all things in life, i believe is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy. As the years increase the inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it can not be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it.
It is a sort of divine accident and the most wonderful of all thin in life.

YOU WITH ME

Every time we are together it becomes a celebration for me as that is the time when i can be myself and can share all my thoughts with you and you have made me understand that its not just about loving but to understand ans support each other in every phase of life.

You made me understand the true meaning of love, a love that is so special to me because i share it with you.

MY APOLOGY

I dint mean to hurt your feelings,

I said many things i wasn't willing.

By these lines i hope i can reconcile you,

But for the offence i have done the punishment is due.

In rage I lost control on my mind,

I know you will forgive me because your heart is kind.

WRITTEN ART OF LOVE 

 

Spoken words alone can't express the love I have for you,

The written art of love is what convinces myself,

That you are the one for me.

As I gaze into your eyes,

With every moment of your listless ways.

The warmth of your heart,

I believe that love was once a fable,

Configured in mind, planted by others.

Then there was you, like a flower in bloom,

What a dream come true.

There are at times when you make me happy,

There are at times when you make me blue,

But what is even worse is when i do not get to see you.

FEELING DIVINE WITH YOU

Come closer to me, my love.

I want your heart next to mine.

Hold me close in a warm ebrace.

You caresess my face with your fingertips,

Then slowly our lips meet mine.

I can feel those exotic erotic feelings,

They feel, so simply divine.

Come closer my love,

I have so much love to give.

Want to keep sharing it with you,

As long as we both shall live.

Why My Melody Was So Chocolaty

This post written in lilac because this was truly 'girly thinking' going in her head when she was chatting with her friend whom she had a huge crush and she somewhere knew that he too felt the same for her.


she was having a chat through text messages and along with it she was watching the Movie "The Notebook".
The messages goes this way. Where Preppie is a cute chocolaty boy who is tall fair and handsome and a bid introvert and Petal is a stubborn yet sensitive, extrovert girl short height-ed.


Preppie: hey you finished with your dinner?


Petal(with anxiety): hi! ya ummm well finished with my dinner and doing nothing much except watching a movie called "The Notebook".


Preppie: oh! you girls.


Petal(with false anger): whats so there to tell "oh all we girls?"


Preppie(flirting): ummm nothing.


Petal(aghast): what?? :-o


Preppie(shy): nothing. hey can i ask you something?? will you reply me truly??


Petal(expecting to be proposed now. heart beat so fast passing up and down a staircase): ya say?? what you wanna ask??


Preppie(teasingly): why is the chocolate "MELODY" so chocolaty. :-P


Petal(tearing off her hair.angry and depressed of not being asked the quetion she had been waiting for months): well i don't know(snappy). may be it has two layered chocolate coating. :(


Preppie( happy to tease the girl he loves and now getting serious to ask her about the question he always wanted to put forward to his lady love): okkkiesss.....huh! can i ask you something more???


Petal( upset and not expecting anything more than a prank): ya telllll....


Preppie(nervous): Petal! do you love me??? :)


Petal( excited, happy and nervous): ummm.....how would it matter??


Preppie(nervous): you tell me.. just tell me...matters a lot to me...


Petal(shy): ya i do...


Preppie(happy): Petal! even i love you....now and will always do forever...
so are we a couple now??? please???


Petal( wants to say yes but gets her chance to tease him): umm....look i really don't know...i have a huge friend circle of boys...i don't want a possessive boyfriend....and moreover i did try hard drinks and i am a non-vegetarian and you a vegetarian...


Preppie( sad but not giving u hope): i know you have a huge friend circle of boys and i won't be possessive. i love you and trust you and have complete faith in you....and you just tried hard drinks you aren't addicted :D....and i am a vegetarian, not my family....you will surely fit into it....and wont have offending dinner...:-P


Petal(teasingly): well i need time you see.....


Preppie(sad and hopefully expecting a yes but then confused): fine....:/


Petal(sleepless): goodnight..


Preppie:Goodnight to you too....:-*


This whole incident took place around 10:55pm to 11:30pm....
Now its 3:30am...Petal is awake thinking what to do.she knows she will say him yes but should she make him wait and tease him or should she simply say a yes and give him peace to his anxiety.


Petal(shy and super happy): errr......Its a "YES"....you may feel peaceful about me having many male friends but i am going to be a possessive lover for sure...ready to live with it??


Preppie(aghast to find her awake and all so happy): Petal you dint sleep yet..???


Petal: as if you did....dumbo....and i said a yes respond dude??? :-o :-(


Preppie(happy to have his lady love in his life): yes baby i am so happy.....i love you my life...and i think had you said me a no it i would have been all so incomplete without you....i love you:-*


Petal( shy and in tears): oh! i love you too... :'-)


Preppie(surprised to feel her cry and happy too): hey baby don't cry...they aren't meant to be wet by salty tears...they are meant to be kissed by me...your deep eyes...:) :-* now go to bed my love...i don't want to see dark circles underneath the pretty eyes of my love.....goodnight baby...:-* from today i guess you gonna dream about only..me...:-P


Petal(smiling): dumbo its not just today i will dream...i have been dreaming of you since i understood you...:-*Goodnight...:) :-*


Preppie: goodnight my lady love...:-*




This is how she found him as the new horizon of her life.The soul support she always wanted.The love of her life, the one who would wipe away her tears perhaps never let her cry.Will always make her smile and take away all her her pain.
The one who would complete her.


I hope you enjoyed this short love story.May be i am a narrator here but i felt this to the core of my heart..;-)






This story has been shared with "Romantic Friday Writers" under the theme "new horizons".

Total words:625; FCA
P.S.: The idea of the name Preppie is from the book "LOVE STORY".And this was the name by which Petal used to call him.
  

"Sorrows", I could name it

You entered my Life slowly, tip-toeing.

Like o Rosy breeze you filled my world with your fragrance, that still lingers in me.

My body was bathed in flower petals,

The sooth, mildness of your heart wrapped around me.

But you exited my Life like a gush of air, at its full speed.

A storm in its fury, tornadoes swirling in the scent of our love.

Uprooting every bit of me from the soil of my courage, my strength and my dignity.

Strangling me with the words of our separation.

Like whiplashes your fury hit me,

Like unhealable scars your rude words are still felt in me.

I have fallen in the trenches of my misery, no escape from this sorrowful destiny.

I try to vent out my anger through the flow of my bleeding pen.

As I cannot abuse you to my best as i want to.

Because I am still in love with you.

The love whose cupid arrows now hit me to the core of my heart.

But they don't bloom into tiny little red hearts.

Instead the hit of it ooze out the lingering pain in me.

So hard was the fury of your words you last said to me,

Like thousand  scratches  they got embossed on me.

I am battered, pestered and weeping to the death of our love. 

Yet I raise my arms, my numb fingers to reach out for you.

But every time I try to do,

I capture thin cold air that pinches me, my open wounds.

I am now in the wait of that time, when it will come to an end.

Your memories, the scent of yours left in me, which i still breathe it.

I long for that time now, when it will be in ashes.

An angel with a hallow will come to me.

Lift my soul from this wounded body of mine,

Like a cocoon woven in silk thread she will take me.

Up i'll be gone far from all these, like a breeze in the sky I'll vanish.

Yet I'll leave a mark on your heart.

Not of spears, nor of whiplashes neither of misery.

But it will be the mark of my love, I had for you till ETERNITY.

In a State of Illusion. But am I?

As i gaze at our photograph.


Clicked together at the summer carnival last year.


Tears trickle down my eyes,


Sweeping down my cheeks, giving a chill all the way to my spine.




My mental chords have got weaken it seems,


Thinking 24x7 about him.


I feel that was i illusion-ed by him that his love was true for me.


Was it a blessing or a turned out misery in disguise.




His words still boom in my mind.


Like a tape in its full blare.


With the sounds of his deep husky voice.


The words of togetherness he whispered.




Then when i look myself in mirror.


My eyes puffed with sorrowfulness and fear, his heart so unturned now.


Is this a reality? His avoidance and rudeness?


Or was that an illusion? His warmth, embraces and his promises of being with me?




How could he break away the bond we shared?


Left me bleeding, weeping and no strength in me now.


But then i wonder how could he lie to me? May be he din't.


May be it was all so true for him as well, but is then this misery an illusion for me?




I sit next to my window pane.


Looking straight at the night sky, to have Almighty's site.


Looking up to Him for answers to my this dilemma.


Its a summer night, tonight. But so cold i lie with the dilemma of fallen in an illusion or truthfulness.




Do I try to reconcile myself, by speaking good about him to me?


Or was it really his humbleness that left a mark in me?


His unique and genuineness that drew me so close to him.


Or was that yet another illusion to my love stuck mind when i look at the scenario,I am in.




I talk to my pals and random figures about him,


To get a resolute solution to it.


But nothing seems to bring me solace,


As my heart is in conflict with me.




Like a swirl of whirlpool i keep grinding within.


The turmoil like a tornado in birth in me.


Slowly it grows and with its each breath i churn into it.


My illusion of whether a true love or an exploitation of me.




I begged to him to help me out of this.


I begged to God to wipe away his memories.


But my chords are somewhere still attached to him, our memories.


Then i feel may be there's something blissful hidden in this.




But the growing frustration plunges me daily.


Drenched are my clothes in the tears of my moist thoughts.


I find his existence, his love for me an illusion now.


But WAIT! My heart yells, may be I still reside in him. But then DO I ??




WORD COUNT: 390; FCA




This poem has been shared with 'Romantic Friday Writers' based on the theme Confused.

P.S.: Actually going through this trauma of so many unanswered questions in my mind, left by my someone so special. I found this theme so perfect to my dilemma of whether the love i shared was true for him? Or whether it was just a phase in his life which had come and gone and he is over with it. because to me I have got captured in my past completely, the unforgettable memories i have about him, about us.
And thanks to "RFW", through this topic i was able to vent out a bit of my frustration though my questioned are still unanswered and may be they will remain to be.

Was Cradled With History and Its Mystries

Here was a challenge of how much we  know about our history.

Going back in my memory to fill in my poem’s lines.

I recall of being cradled in my grandma’s laps.

Sitting in her  white base, red bordered sari.

She would open up her the chest of her stories.

Narrating one each day, to put me off to sleep.

They were the stories of the Rajas and Maharajas.

Their humongous castles, and stories of their braveries.

Amongst them were Chandragupt Maurya, and the Great Ashoka.

Great kings of their times, she would say.

The Gatha of their preaching she would narrate it all to me.

With my amazed eyes I would gaze like x-rays, piercing through her thick glass.

To absorb in my mind, the emphasis of her lines.

Lines or Ramayana she would read out to me.

Explaining Rama’s Vanvas and Sita’s  devotion to her husband, unconditionally.

Mahabharata’ s politics and Lord Krishna’s Yudh with his Kans mama.

The Jataka’s tales, the mysterious princesses and animals in it.

These are the stories I grew up with.

With every word and essence of every line hammered into my lasting memory.

By my grandma cradling me and humming these words of wisdom and great history to me.

This is how I came to know the rich culture and stories of my Country.

The one which is well known for its rich Mythological dignity.

In my memories are the days of my social science classes.

It not only taught me about my mother lands history,

Even I was taught of the great civilizations which were such a mystery.

They were not just simply text to me but the words were like sharp spear of enlightenment to me.

Enlighten of their great technical mystery, pyramids of Giza, garden of Babylon and Harappa’s civilization.

This whole churning of childhood stories and text in the books.

Brought me to the brim of my anxiety.

Which eventually lead me to a whole trip round the world.

Few were just readings and few were my visitings.

To the pyramids of Giza, their myriad beauty.

Amazed I was to see the humongous technical advancement, then.

Which is still a mystery, to all and as well as to me.

Thousands of years buried under the sand, protected by the time it seems.

They stood out so beautiful and so richly inscripted with their history.

With rich blocks of alabaster they were made of, shining bright to dignify its glory.

There was my trip to the land of the Great Alexander, Alexandria it was called.

With the catacombs hiding the graves of great men, lavish Greek culture, still a mystery.

This history along with its mysteries, are a never ending course to my delight.

The urge to know more I have. As there are yet voids of history that still left in me.

The myriads of its beauty and richness are what infold me in its grips.

The HISTORY along with its MYSTERIES.






This poem has been shared with 'Jingle Poetry' .