Talking to myself

Gurgaon, 2015

I stand in front of the mirror,

Take a deep breath,

Smile,

And wrap my arms around me.

Talking to myself,
I say it often,
Ah! I am aging gracefully!

Period.

~~payal~~



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As I see it..

Mahabaleshwar, 2014

When the Sun is not too high,

 I see the heavens

sheltering the truth

 of the vast sea

wrapping the miracles and magic

in its fold.

Wrapped in humility,

sky bow down to kiss the earth.

Now I see the possibilities are locked in

the moments of acceptance

 when the deep rooted wounds

rise to the surface that remained beneath

 the veil of ignorance.

 

I see a feather

gliding down freely, lightly...

all of a sudden getting trapped

in the leaves of tall trees.

A soft breeze gently pushes,

and it’s free again.

I see the storms

rising from the rusted appearance

that burn the boundaries,

trigger the wounds,and stirs the soul.

I now see possibilities

of finding answers

in the questions itself.

~~payal~~

 

Thoughts

Gurgaon, 2016

mind was filled with endless chatter

destined encounters cleared the haze

drawing attention to all that matter

games every moment life plays

strips of thoughts with winds scatter

syllabled moments in moony maze

~~payal~~

 

poetry style: Harrisham Rhyme

prompt at: poets on the page

Mind keep playing its part, and thoughts never seem to abandon. Some thoughts weigh us down, while others lift us up. Let's stay aware of what we think, for thoughts create our realities. Be kind, be thoughtful, think positive.

Beyond horizon

 I don’t know if it’s good or bad, if it’s worth it or not, but I can’t be mad at people for a long time. When our patience is tested, at times we react differently, and regret it later. If we are not happy with our reactions, life always gives us a chance to undo our mistakes, with awareness. I feel, it’s
always good to make a conscious choice of reversing that moment of regret, and be at peace.

2015,Goa

Beyond horizon reached the woods dark;

where the Sun had sprinkled its scarlet hues.

With daggers of actions they left the mark;

for how long will they pay their dues?      

:

Where the Sun had sprinkled its scarlet hues;

in liquid thoughts and distilled dreams.

For how long will they pay their dues?

In frosted breath and wondrous themes.

:

In liquid thoughts and distilled dreams;

reversing a moment of regret.

In frosted breath and wondrous themes

shedding the burden of upset.

:

Reversing a moment of regret;

with daggers of actions they left the mark.

Shedding the burden of upset;

beyond horizon reached the woods dark.

~~payal~~

poetry form: Pantoum

prompt at poets on the page

 

Lost in love..

                                                                                                                         2014 image, NH4

Maybe I am too careful
Maybe I am too lost

Lost in images
Lost in my own world

World full of dreams
World full of thoughts

Thoughts are ephemeral
Thoughts are colourful

Colourful fabrics
Colourful memories

Memories of soul
Memories of childhood

Childhood never returns
Childhood designs life

Life is short
Life is a song

Song playing on radio
Song and rain

Rain and conversation
Rain and tear drops

Drops of burnt amber
Drops of illusion

Illusion distort reality
Illusion shattered

Shattered like glass
Shattered dreams

Dreams and sleep
Dreams of unknown

Unknown fears
Unknown strength

Strength of survival
Strength of Self

Self abandonment
Self love

Love gives strength
Love accepts and heals

Heals the life
Heals the soul

Soul inspired
Soul connection

Connection of dreams
Connection brings smile

Smile is infectious
Smile travels distances

Distances created by ego

Distances bridge by love

Love brings realization

Love makes us happy

Happy

Realization

 

~~payal~~
Poetry form: The Blitz written for poets on the page # better late than never

 PS: In this format,till the 47th line thought just flows..and then last word of 48th line becomes 49th line and the last word of 47th line becomes the 50th..and the title is the first word of 3rd line and the first word of 47th line joined with a preposition or conjunction..

Mystery ( An acrostic)

                                                                                                      2014 image,NH4

My mind wanders here and there.

Yonder, the spring freeze.

Streaks of light form subtle images;

Transcending the fiery horizon.

Evolves from the deserted land of dark,

Reassuring presence of rainbows.

Yellowed perceptions now balance with soft orange.

 ~~payal~~

 

crystal wings

                                                                                                                 2013 image,NH4
The fizzy atoms

rise in the void

fills up to the brim

and spills all around


Boxed and Marooned.


Conditioned responses

 Merge with chaos.

 

The tainted pages

of a diary

and the pebbles

on the glass top

reflects the mood

 

Parched ground

desire to seek

the personal touch

that dissolved 

in oblivion.

 
The buddha laughs


and the windows open.


Smell of the

burnt words,

fills up the newly painted

room.

                                                                                     

Smiles replace

the mild melancholy


And the light shine

On the crystal wings.

~~payal~~

written in response to the prompt at poets on the page.  

Perceptions

                                                                                                 2014 image,Goa

 

 

Somersaulting winds

from the unattended field,

feels like needle pricks.

Signs of rusted existence,

form natural boundaries.

       **********

Following the signs,

making way through blinding dust,

new pathways emerge.

Embracing the obstacles

towards our destination.
      **********

~~payal~~

 

tanka for poets on the page

It's a small world

                                                                                                                     2012 image,Goa

It's a small world,
where lost and found
 is just a game
of pain and pleasure.

Seemingly close,
but distant,
where life surprises
at every bend.

It's a small world
of open books,
brimming with
secrets and mysteries.

Where the colours
 of rainbow,
 blend and shine,
 in clouded togetherness.
~~payal~~
 Wednesday # 2: write tribe , poets on the page

I believe..

                                                                                                                      2013 image,Saharanpur

 A thoughtful presence in my mind gleam and glow

I believe in it,but why? I just don’t know.

My world is full of dreams as I walk on air,

Life becomes pleasant with amends and repair.

.....................I believe in the folklore of mistletoe.

It did happen again,not so long ago,
When life had stopped, and I had to let it go,
It was tough to be strong and take loving care,
gleam and glow.... 

 When in distress and there is nowhere to go, 

At crossroads,we give up,or go with the flow. 

I believe in goodness, and power of prayer,

    That  always keep us blessed in HIS loving care.

 ...............I believe in Lord,and miracles he show.

 gleam and glow....  

 ~~payal~~

P.S.  prompt: Believe/belief at poets on the page. Poetry format: Rondeau

In the quiet..

                                                                                  2013 image,Goa

Trusting my instincts
about everything
beyond myths and realities
fears of vulnerability and
the shadowed perceptions.

...about everything
beyond judgements,
the unsaid and unheard
the beginnings and endings.

...about everything
beyond the scarlet fumes,
the cloaks and masks.
the unanswered prayers.

Beneath the luminosity of stars
The veiled desires surrender
to the careless whispers
and dreams of eternity..
~~payal~~
 

Holding on..

                                                                                                          2013 image,Goa

Where everything is uncertain,in the changing world today

There are thousand reasons to let go and simply turn away

Perplexed language of bygone phase turn winters yellow pale,

From deep within rises a plethoric emotional tale.

Ignorance added to doses of irrationality

Indifference made preferences become formality

Tightly wrapped with the burden of short-lived congeniality

Shedding silent tears as “all is illusion” is what they say

Holding on to goodness and letting go of shadowy trail

I walk having faith in illusionary reality.

~~payal~~

P.S. The CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme,consists of one 10-lined stanza. The rhyme scheme for this form is AABBCCCABC and a syllable count of each line is 15.

Listen

                                                                                                       2012 image,Goa




 What        I                About             As
        do            have              uproars                 tides
               I                 said                 of                       rise     
                   tell                   it                   silent                    and
                        thee               all                        seas                      fall

                        love              call                        ears                     wall
                  with               its'                    my                        the
              heart             to                  reach                     in
       your           listen            sounds                  cracks
Unburden     And          Faint           Through

~~payal~~
Playing with the  Double Pictorial format for poets on the page..I find it a bit confusing so here is an easier read..
Listen..
What do I tell thee
I have said it all
About uproars of silent seas
As tides rise and fall
Unburden your heart with love
And listen to its' call
Faint sounds reach my ears
Through cracks in the wall
~~payal~~

Thinking of you

image 2013,Goa

I remember the day

When you came in my life

And made me realize

My worth in the moment.

I hold you so close to my heart

Oh dear ,tell me how to part

 Today I see you lying
Secure in my treasure
So dead yet so alive
As some memories
that stopped my time.

Allow me,

To make some efforts

And bring you back to life..

 Thinking of you

I breathe..

You are a gift

You are a blessing

You are special..

It’s just a matter of time..

My dear watch!

~~payal~~ 

 # Forever loved