I talk #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 7

Me being strong

me being patient

me being happy

me being perfect

often the positives

make my life so bright

when I know that things

will be on my side

Fate then pushes me

to go forth and forth

filled with success

walking on the path, I see

I am a northern star

Showing everyone the path

People can rely on me

for I will never misguide

Me being weak

me being dull

me being impatient

me being crooked

then comes these thoughts

when positives dont flow

for mind can never be empty

often negativity comes in too

then I stay

like some water at one place

I see none

The star is lost in black sky

who will guide me then?

who will show me the way? 

these are my two halves

which fight sometimes

all along the way

But I put the thoughts aside

for people are still looking 

at the stronger part

for people are still looking 

at the norther star

With You #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 6

The sudden moment which will come

when I shall see you before me

behold you, embrace you

My feet goes cold

The anxiety that comes with you

each time just doubles

I see stars in daytime

My heart makes a sound

The moment of impatience

to touch you or to feel

I halt, yes indeed

There's a crater in my soul

fear resides in it

The stomach churns when you talk

Lips shut tight

Are these butterflies? I dont know

But I know, I am a little nervous when you are around

If I might hurt you

That shall be a sin, in my words

I am a lover #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 5

I am a lover

who dreams day and night

to sit by your side

I am a lover

who wishes to count the stars

stuck on the blue black sky

and on some star-less nights

I shall look in your eyes instead

I am a lover

who prays of a morning maybe

when you are the first thing I see

I am a lover

who grows from inside 

but sometimes is all childlike

I am a lover

who count days when you are gone

The desperation kills me 

But the calender makes me wait

until I see you next

for patience is the key to your fortress

I am a lover

who sees and observes

the falling leaves or the rains

the windy days or cold nights

In them, I see your reminisces 

I am a lover

who talks of you all the time

not with others but with myself

For I dont mind

You left a part of you, in me, to reside

But more than a lover

I can be a friend

A companion when you need

Or a listener in longing

But more than a lover

I wish to be a person

who doesnt demand your love in return

But the one who

beholds your faith and trust

A Gentle Love. A Gentle Self. #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 4

Down the hallwaythere's a woman crying

cursing and praying
at the same time
I wonder what occurred to her
as I take each step towards her
one by one
Only with one motive
I will be gentle
with her pain 
with her sayings
I will understand all her sufferings.

Yes there is a boy
living next door
with a crooked smile
and a broken soul
He whispers often some words
but whimpers more and more
I shall knock his door
Ask him his pain
that dwells in him
I will be gentle
with his shouts
with his cryings
I will understand even if he yells. 

The girl who lost someone close
last year
still has red eyes
and her soul has gone black
She stays mum while walking down the road
dropped her dreams of floating aloof
I shall walk with her someday
talk of whom she lost
and why she blames herself
I will be gentle
with her curses
with her wounds
I will understand even if she doesn't say a word.

For I have found myself
in others' happiness
trying to be gentle with their dreams
has become my gift
And so discovered a piece of me
which lives for others
yes, indeed
Being gentle with them
has made me be gentle with me.

That poem. This day. #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 3

I was lost

in some corners of world

where dark secrets lay

and everything is forbidden

I was lost

trying to find a path

what belonged to others? 

and what was mine? 

I was lost

which direction to go

back or move forth

undecided I moved

But look what I found! 

words to express

words to cherish

words to befriend

And so I let my fear go

driving into the blended poems

Travelling what lies beyond eyes

Into the mist of dreams abound

That was my first poem I remember

written with heart

-The Path

A special dedication to Saumya di for its because of her I started writing. 

Hidden in your eyes #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 2

I imagine your eyes

Often in black & white

sometimes with a hint of sepia

or beautiful touch of brown

For its foolish of me

to draw them in my mind

I wonder what all they hide

I see beauty blended with colors

Painful past or mystical future

I have dreams with you

For you

But I hide

Blur them at the corner of my eyes

Sometime I shall bring them in

Present them at your feet

Till then let me imagine your eyes

This time in more colors

I wonder what all you hide in them

Just like I do in mine

Leaves #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 1

Just another day. Just another October? No! wait! This is OctPoWriMo! Its an incredible disease which makes you write poems daily! Oh no! Am sick with high OctPoWriMo fever! Whats the cure? someone tell me! 

             I found the cure: 

Leaves go from pale to green 

A few new

A few old

all hanging from one tree

singing in one tone

some weak some strong

It grows while it fades

simultaneously, it awaits

for another season

another transition

Its rise and fall

go hand in hand

It sings together the song of

life and death.

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OctPoWriMo 2013