Kaleidoscope

Sometimes..love song

"Sometimes, in my heart, a storm of feelings emerge."

Your thoughts engulf me when you are not around

I feel, You've come in this world for me

Every breath recalls your name, when you are not around.

"Sometimes, in my heart, a storm of feelings emerge."

As if you want to speak your heart out

I can feel you, beyond your truth and lies,

You hold my hand, your fragrance lingers on..

Your eyes speak to me, beyond your truth and lies.

"Sometimes, in my heart, a storm of feelings emerge."

Oft it makes me think if the same happens with you too.

Sitting in front of you, I often wonder

You are my soulmate, with you I feel new.

"Sometimes, in my heart, a storm of feelings emerge."

What if we had parted our ways then?

What if we had never met at crossroads

What if words had never found my pen.

What if you were not mine..

Would I had been thinking of you

Or would I have lost my rhyme?

"Sometimes, in my heart, a storm of feelings emerge."

-payal

April 6th Prompt TSL NaPoWriMo 2023 by Dr. Koshy

"Don't go my love"

My heart wished me to go ahead

and to stop you

and say,

"Don't go my love"

just sit in front of me.

Then I thought

I love you a lot

What will happen if I stop you?

you will stay back

I know there is a lot of work

It's only the beginning.

I understand when there's a fire inside

to show something

it's time

to stand together

Why should I stop you?

Go do what you gotta do.

Am with you.

Go, but definitely come back..

Go to come back definitely.

-payal

#Day6

"A trap"

A trap was laid with cheesy bites

for the fat rat,

that entered the kitchen

through a hole every night

where the undone dishes were kept

to be washed the next day.

It jumped over the utensils

and made noise.

A party had begun in the house

The white pet cat had been running all over

Finding a place to hide from the dog

who was a pet of the owner's friend.

It peeked in through the door

and saw the rat playing its' game.

The game of power had begun.

It was raining cats and dogs.

The cat looked innocent,

The dog too.

While chasing the rat,

Cat's tail got trapped

and the rat ran away.

Soon..

The hunter became the hunted.

-payal

#Day5 #TSLNaPoWriMo2023

"Wings"

(acrostic-1)

With utmost trust

Ideas turn into actions

New found wings enhances faith

Growth happens eventually

Soar high, you must.

-payal

(acrostic-2)

Weight on the wings need to be shed

In due course of time to grow

Nothing holds you back but you yourself.

Greatness of time eventually does show.

Silently bursting the bubble now.

-payal

(acrostic-3)

Walking on the illusionary reality

In the world of dreamy meadows

Nothing is short of miracles

Gust of wind bring notes on angels wings

Secretly revealing the magic within.

-payal

#Day5

Triveni

बात करते करते वो शख्स,

अपने आँसुओं को पी गया |

सुना है मरुस्थल में मरुद्यान दिखा है|

-पायल

That person, while talking,

Drank his tears.

I've heard, an oasis has appeared in the desert.

-payal

इश्क़ के अंदाज़ निराले हैं

आँखों से हर बात जताते हैं

आज दिन में चाँद निकला है.

-पायल

Love's style is unique.

eyes tell everything.

Today the moon has come out in the day.

-payal

उसकी मुस्कुराहट को देखकर

फूल भी मुस्कुराने लगते हैं

समुद्र में सुनामी आयी थी.

-पायल

seeing her smile

even flowers smile

There was a tsunami in the sea.

कल की बात थी

आज में ढल गयी

अब ज़लज़ला आया है.

-पायल

A talk of yesterday

Has melted in today

Now the earthquake has come.

-payal

#Day4 #TSLNaPoWriMo2023 prompt given by Sunita Singh

P.S. Triveni is a form that Gulzar began experimenting with in the mid-1960s. It gets its name from the fact that it is composed of three lines. It is different from other three-line forms like the haiku and senryu, which have a fixed limit on the syllable count and in essence describe one image.

As Gulzar says, “I called it Triveni because the first two lines meet like the Ganga and the Yamuna and complete a thought, it forms a poem on its own. But beneath the two there is the subterranean flow of another, the Saraswati. Hidden. Not visible to the eye. The Triveni intends to reveal the Saraswati. The third line, lost in the first two, either changes the meaning of the poem altogether, its focus, or gives it a surprising twist, in the process creating an entirely new poem altogether.’

The garden of my life

bloom with seasonal flowers

that become seeds for the next season.

In the artistically balanced segments

succulents and roses grow side by side.

It has witnessed metamorphosis,

that gained undivided attention.

Nourished and nurtured

it too needs weeding from time to time.

-payal

#Day4

"My muse"

I have just ten lines to write

for now

But facing a level of difficulty

without

Muse and Metaphors.

My muse

show up with intermingled thoughts.

Hey wait!

For my pen to find clarity

within.

-payal

The line becomes a poem in itself.

"For now without my muse. Hey wait! within."

#TSLNaPoWriMo2023 #Day3

Waltmarie

10 lines

Even lines are two syllables in length, odd lines are longer (but no specific syllable count)

Even lines make their own mini-poem if read separately.

The Truth

Walking through the

Dreamy

Corridors of metaphors during the

Daytime.

How I wish to write a

Story

behind the words left unspoken and

Tell you

about an adventurous journey of

the truth.

-Payal

"Dreamy daytime story tell you the truth."

#TSLNaPoWriMo2023 #Day3

Waltmarie

10 lines

Even lines are two syllables in length, odd lines are longer (but no specific syllable count)

Even lines make their own mini-poem if read separately.

The world outside my window

is quietly narrating its story

in the afternoon.
Watering the plants saved the
Flowers from withering in the scorching heat,
Heat of anger does that to humans.
Chirping birds look thirsty.
The cleaning staff, tired,
sitting on the stairs, resting maybe,
are exchanging their thoughts,
with their brooms and buckets
kept on the side.
Honking horns disturb them.
The trees keep swaying and dancing.
They are deeply rooted.
A story of peace and hustle,
living and survival goes on
in the world outside my window.
-payal

Day3

Introspection

Triggered by the situations,

When reactions created chaos,

gathering and ruminating over the shattered pieces, it was time for introspection.

Flashes of light, the golden wisdom, filled the cracks and turned them into priceless experiences and learnings.

The world mirrors our perception. What is outside is our reflection.

As we took a journey within, some parts known, some unknown kept revealing till acceptance seeped in.

It was all meant to be, the way it is. To own the responsibility, we learn to respond, not to react.

-payal

#ALSNaPoWriMo2023 #Day2

Autism awareness.. Do not light it up blue

Today, On Autism awareness day,

Do not light it up blue.

There are other days too,

when the society lives in ignorance,

Of the struggles of the moon,

that needs light of extra love and support,

to keep shining through the night.

The calm of blue, reflects in the sea,

Blue is sadness too..

Feminity is pink,

but Krishna and Shiva..

poison gave them the hue.

On this day of awareness,

let's shift our attitude,

from deviation to inclusion

not just today, but throughout the year.

With sensitivity,

respect the emotions,

Do not light it up blue for them,

They hold a rainbow of hope within.

To be true,

to create awareness

I've written on this topic

In all these years,

On this particular day,

But I still say,

I know nothing about you.

You are another human,

another beautiful soul

born with deep thoughts

genius in your world,

I see you walking with your mom,

This is all I know.

To be true,

I know nothing about you,

So this time on this day,

I will not light it up blue.

-payal

#TSLNaPoWriMo2023 #Day2

Prompt by: Dr. Ampat Koshy

"Power of miracles"

O' man! Trust that power

that in the desert, form sand dunes,

In mud that makes the Lotus bloom,

that helps a seed become a tree,

that which sets us all free..

Look..

The fire of passion grows within you,

Air writes a thousand notes on your skin,

Pristine flow of water purifies your body,

The sky, the earth, it all creates symphony.

You, O' man, are a magical being,

Know the power that you hold within.

Miracles, they do happen,

Believe in them, keep your heart open.

-payal

#ALSNaPoWriMo2023 #Day1

Scream- A phoenix rises

Have you heard of the silent screams?

That rise like tides and crash at shore?

Held back at times in silent tears,

in ashes of memories deep in the core.

The screams of innocence lost in midway,

Screams of anger, hatred and fear

Screams of closed hearts with mistrust,

Screams of ego from far and near.

Strengthening the bond with oneself,

Scream to silence becomes a journey

A path of faith to be walked upon

Wearing smiles bright and sunny.

A phoenix rises, finding peace in chaos,

Soul awakens, and mind evolves.

Screams of joy, with love and abundance,

Clarity seeps in, and pain dissolves.

-payal

TSLNaPoWriMo2023 #Day1

Creativity

I hear you.

Listen,

When passion takes the backseat

in absence of guidance,

the light dims and slowly fades.

It all seems dark, gripped

in the clutches of monotony.

Creativity never dies, it stays within,

hidden in the crevices

of the golden chest,

self-sabotaged,

behind the veil of ignorance,

waiting for the light to shine

on the hidden treasure.

Rekindle the light,

with faith.

A life full of passion

is a life well lived.

Work hard,

Surrender,

Believe,

Let your light shine.

-payal

It's day 1 of #OctPoWriMo.

Love songs "#NaPoWriMo2022 #day30

Love lost and found

in the geometry of relationships,

Old souls met,

with instinctive feelings,

Loving in old ways.

Nostalgia! How I love these love songs.

Some songs played in a particular sequence,

as soon as I switched on the channel,

bringing back the memories

of the days, when in hot summers,

love was not just a name,

but had a balming effect

for all the pains.

It soothed the senses,

and made the hearts happy.

Selfless, divine, heavenly, pure

that kind of love..

where two souls seems to

know each other since ages.

Love that fills the eyes,

and the fragrance

spreads all around,

Love that's difficult to hide,

and reflects in the glow,

Love that's a feeling,

where happiness knows no bounds.

Where silence speaks,

and understands,

Where words find their meanings.

That love overflows,

in changing times,

in new ways,

emotions take different shapes.

Nostalgia keeps the spirits alive.

-Payal Agarwal

For the love of love songs...

Roseate Sonnet" #day29 of #NaPoWriMo2022

There is comforting warmth in the air

This city defined my early years

Remembering the times, when souls laid bare
Hearts entwined, subsiding fears.
.
In an empty room, I stood for a while,
Feelings brewed and brimmed in eyes,
You stood there beside me, holding my hand
In the summer's heat, I felt relaxed in homeland.
.
There the travellers, with fragrant thoughts,
Shared a tale of love filled existence with smile.
.
Romanticizing with the words
Often the soul tasted love
Spring defined the growth in colours,
Enriching life with experiences.
-Payal Agarwal

Roseate Sonnet: A poetic form created by Dr. Koshy.

From my pen.. #NaPoWriMo2022 #day28

Come on, let's grope again our hearts today,

Fearlessly reveal some secrets.

In a deep breath

many twitching, silent moments,

handful of words,

speak through the ink of my pen.

Come on, let's open the clenched fist today.

What's left behind, what did you bring along?

Why to think? What's next,

what's the past, it's just today,

let's talk today.

Come on, let's stir the colors in today

Come on, let's grope again our hearts today,

Fearlessly reveal some secrets.

-Payal Agarwal

मेरी कलम से..

चलो, आज फिर दिल टटोलते हैं

बेधड़क कुछ राज़ खोलते हैं

एक गहरी साँस में न जाने

कितने मचलते गुमसुम लम्हे

मुट्ठी में दबे चंद अल्फ़ाज़

मेरी कलम की स्याही से बोलते हैं

चलो, आज बंद मुट्ठी खोलते हैं

क्या छूट गया, क्या साथ लाये,

क्यों सोचना? क्या अगला,

क्या पिछला, बस आज है,

आज ही चलो बोलते हैं

चलो, आज में रंग घोलते हैं

चलो, आज फिर दिल टटोलते हैं

बेधड़क कुछ राज़ खोलते हैं

-पायल

"For God loves foolish people."

"Then came the next part of my life,

childhood was over, I realized."

******

With a book in hand, I sit here,

reading line after line,

travelling places with the writer,

feeling the emotions,

and then.... a line that read,

"Then came the next part of my life,

childhood was over, I realized."

I paused..It had hypnotic effect on me.

and I travelled on a long road down the memory lane, that I had almost forgotten.

Wondering...

Much is left behind,

We lose,we find..

The mirror breaks,

and the reflection shines

through every fragment.

The way we think, the way we feel,

name, place, family, friends,

and with them we leave

behind a part of us.

All in the name of love..

for a new family..

We grow up, we learn,

we share, we mature,

as responsibilities enter the door.

Life moves to another phase.

How life kept changing from one phase to another,

How with a little support our lives kept moving further.

How hands trembled in the grip of an unknown fear while returning the calls.

How dreams draped in 6 mt. silk suffocated within kitchen walls.

How breaking the walls created boundaries.

How destiny played its part, and had set it all free.

Bringing my attention back in now,

with book in my hand,

I shed and wiped off the silent tears.

Knowing the time has changed.

We created a new world, where

Dreams follow us, and we value our spaces in between the pauses.

Knowing the difference between the two worlds,

We travel between dreams and reality.

Dreams become our reality.

Change is the only constant.

-Payal Agarwal

"Hope rises" #NaPoWriMo2022 #day 26

" And hope within a deep, dark grave is laid"

Do you know what happens

when nothing seems worthwhile,

and hope within deep, dark grave is laid?

When it all turns black and white,

and all the colours seem to fade?

During adversities, writing tales of flesh and bones.

Lighting the spark within, finding strength to cope.

Earthy experiences blended in sepia tones.

Black and white life finds a ray of hope.

Standing on the edge, saved by grace.

Creator's precious piece of art.

"Thy will be done." A faint voice echoes.

From the deep, dark place,

buried in the crevices of the heart.

The treasure enveloped in light shines

giving hope to the hopeless wings.

It comes into existence

as gentle reminders

in form of worthy omens.

A smile, a word, a phrase, a sentence,

That kindles the spark again.

You know how it all works,

Gratitude soon takes away the pain.

Hope emerges with strong will,

When chaotic mind is calm and still.

Believe, it all heals with grace.

In its own time, at its own pace.

-Payal Agarwal

The rebellion #NaPoWriMo2022 #Day25

"Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors."

- Khaled Hosseini.

Growing, carrying the weight of your unfulfilled dreams,

to reap the fruits of your unfollowed passion,

Sacrificing their lives, unknown of their own qualities,

Unaware of what they want, how to choose.

Believe in your children, listen to them patiently, guide them.

"Give your children the values that will stay with them throughout their life, and will help them to be good human beings, as you let them fly while being with them silently, allowing them to paint their world confidently with new perception, new vision, new energy." -Payal Agarwal

-Payal Agarwal

This poem is written in Daipayan Nair 's new form of poetry Inquilab( the rebellion)

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I'm not sure how much justice I've done to this form, but I tried to write what I think, feel and do as a parent.