चिमुकलं कोणी येणार येणार ग…
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Today’s post is dedicated to those loony friends of yours who will do the craziest things and yet you can just sit there and do nothing but adore them 🙂 I know we all have them.
One such friend of mine gifted me a greeting card on my birthday without anything written on it. Reason? Did she forget to write a little heartfelt message for me on my birthday? No….Did she want herself to write something sweet for me on my birthday? No again.
I stop the annoying questions and the lame answers here and tell you that she gave me the blank greeting card to me so that I write a poem for myself…Apparently, I keep bragging about my peot-ing (I know there is something wrong with that word!) skills 😛
Loathe her for the sheer sass? Hell yeah!… Love her? Yeaaaaaaah I do *Grudgingly accepts*.
(You can stop feeling so happy about yourself! Yeah, you know who you are!)
So, it is 3 years little late getting back to her on her wacky request, but here I go. My first ever poem to be written on a birthday greeting card for ME by ME!
To the less wise ME,
Can you see the clouds,
threatening and thundering far far behind?
Pelting your sins, of black hot showers
The soil, parched and unkind…
Can you see the smoke billowing after?
Putrid, unclean and undoing…
Fed and spurred by your own betraying hands,
stifling your loved ones..and hurting
The stormy waters reach your ears?
Your recklessness raging into raves…
Swallowing the shores of a newly made soul
The sound now fading into the curly waves…
If you really see, the thundering clouds are distant…
If you take a look, the billowing fire burns none…
If you really listen, the raging waters you hear no more…
If you search within & see, that is how far you have come…
The kind souls around you,
have absolved you of your sins…
Forgiven your betrayal, Sharing
in your indicting pin…
If not for the self reprieve,
that finds no place in your heart…
Let the loving amnesty bloom,
Heralding a fragrant lily-white start…
See the lush green fields ahead,
With opportunities…lavishly benevolent?
To sow virtuous seeds, shower your faith
Opportunities to forget, if not expiate…
Let the little sewn soul dwell in your heart,
And welcome the new threads weaving into you…
Step bravely into your new blue sapphire,
The past blending to make a new unblemished you…
It’s the last onerous step,
Let the bliss in, the uncertainty go…
Believe in me, believe in you,
And that is how far you have to go…
~From the wisdom in me….
On a different and lesser, but still on a philosophical note….
Dedicated to all John green fans out there 🙂
I hear your footprints
As you hide beyond
The dark cloudy cobwebs of my mind
I hear your giggles
As you flee across
The gates of my forbidden memories
I can feel your cool….
You disperse into a cloud of mist
When I almost catch you
I can hear the flutter of wings
As you fly away in the blissful azure
When I gather you in the cradle of my arms
All that remain are the silky soft curtains
Swaying gently in the moonlit window
As I try to serenade you in the room of my mind
Your eyes don’t blame…
Oh sweetheart, you never ever blame…
Even as I fall lower in the sin pit
You are sewn in my soul
You were part of mine…once
As I am a whole of you
And yet I still search for you..
And yet I still pine for you…
And yet my heart breaks for you…
And yet I still guilt for you….
You were my first…
My heart beat with yours then
And it died a little with you, too
As my heart beats anew again,
It’ll always beat to yours…
And my soul will always seek you
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FIVE PHOTOS FIVE STORIES: Day 5
Hi All! I would like to apologize to Umber for not completing the challenge consistently and on time. I have been missing in action for a few days since the viruses of common cold have found a comfortable shelter within me from quite a few days. Nevertheless, here is the last poem for the last day of the challenge. Lastly but not the least, I am honoured to be invited to join the FIVE PHOTOS FIVE STORIES challenge by Umber from The Summer Rain and I thank her for the kind gesture.
Let yourself go,
Oh dear grainy friend,
Just sway away with me,
I’ll flow you to the other end
It’s an euphoria, O salty amigo!
It’s dancing all the way,
It’s letting my fears go,
Flowing with you all the way…
Let me take you on a thrill ride
Just on the banks, soft sand, you stay
I’ll rush in gushing tides
And pull you fast in all the way
The tidal games you play,
And the gurgling waves you make,
Makes me laugh and cry,
And me, to a different high you take…
Oh mighty Ocean,
Stretching far and wide
You hold me in, the smallest part of you,
But I carry you whole, within me you reside
You may carry me whole, in you I reside,
But I take you with me all the way
To be with you through the tide,
I make you in the bottom lay…
इवल्या इवल्या नाकावरती,
‘गोब्ल्या गोब्ल्या’ गालामध्ये,
ए, रागावलेल्या गोबऱ्या गुब्बुटल्या,
माझ्यावरचा राग जरा सोडशील का?
तुझी ‘श्वल्ग-नगली’ सोडून कधी,
मला ही मिठी तू मारशील का?
परी-ताईशी तू रोजच खेळतोस,
कधीतरी आईशीही खेळशील का?
लुटू लुटू पळून, खळ खळ खिद्ळून,
हळूच येउन घट्ट बिलगशील का?
खूप खूप खेळू, मज्जा मज्जा करू,
आईच्या हाताने पोटभर खाऊ,
चिऊताईचा घास भरवताना,
आईकडे गोड हसून बघशील का?
तुझी नी माझी जोडी घट्ट घट्ट करू,
बागेमध्ये जाऊ अन हत्तीवरती फिरू,
बाबाला घोडा करून टिकटाक टिकटाक करू,
गोल चक्कर झाली कि गोड पापा देऊ..
बाबाला रोज स्वप्नात भेटतोस बरा,
माझ्याशीच बरा तुझा अबोला का?
बाबाच दर्पण आहेस कि माझी तू छबी,
हे तरी मला कधी कळू देशील का?
झोपेची परी जेव्हा पापणीवर निजेल,
झोपायला मग मऊ कुशी लागेल,
तेव्हा तरी तुला आईची आठवण येईल का?
तेव्हा तरी, सांग ना, साद घालशील का?
~शीतल @ dreamingwordz.wordpress.com
FIVE PHOTOS FIVE STORIES: Day 4
I am honoured to be invited to join the FIVE PHOTOS FIVE STORIES challenge and I thank Umber from The Summer Rain for the kind gesture.
Being one with the world..
Being a part of the universe..
Or the universe in an atomic world…
To live in the eyes
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To be the resonating drum in the ears
To hear never-heard sounds,
Just lie within the darkness,
Merging into the unknown oblivion
Or be the lamp in a sunny courtyard
Undetectable, whether off or on
To be the eyes of an eagle,
To be the treacherous slope of a mountain;
To be the moon-influenced crest of a wave,
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To live as an invisible parasite,
And feel much more than know;
To be an invisible soul pervading reality,
To hear and to whisper to another invisible soul…..
The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you.
Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge.
Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, Today I invite Prajakta from An Armchair Perfectionist to join the challenge.
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