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.

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"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." 

"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

 1. 

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

2.

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

3.  

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.

4. 

 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

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"

 1. 

 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

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. 

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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. 

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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