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

 

Presence # Day 3

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It’s a matter of choice,

On life’s bent.

Acceptance shortens the distance.

Together we rejoice

being present       

in slightly flavoured existence

 

:

On a bright sunny day

Here I dwell

In this land where metaphors breathe.

Sweet nothings all the way

In clean shells

Shine through sequined transparent sheathe.

:

Festivities galore

Hope fills me

With doses of tranquility.

Treasure in my heart’s core

Sets me free

With message of humility.

~~payal~~

Poetry form :Tri-fall written for OctPoWriMo 2014

It's time # Day 1

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It's October again!

A time to break the walls

Of the shiny chrysalis

And set myself free.

It’s time,

To dive within

and break-open the boxed treasure

That lies chained in the false notions

And hold me back.

It’s time to trust

And fly free

To embrace myself

And be me!

~~payal~~

 

This post is a part of OctPoWriMo 2014 and UBC

 Also linking it to WW-54

I believe..

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 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

Footprints

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Dancing demons in smoked silence,
Waited with baited breath,as time stood still.
Darkness dawned in inked dreamscapes,
As rinsed reflections seeped in the soul.
Rest remains in mute mind.
Forsaken footprints on soaked sand  
Impressed its tiny tale of being.
~~payal~~
P.S. poetry form Alliterisen 
Day 7 # write tribe
Prompt for the day: Dreams

Holding on..

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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.

Butterflies # Day 6,OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

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Thoughts.

Exquisite.

From where do they come?

These fluorescent butterflies;

Fluttering their broken wings.

Somehow, I feel them.

When I face;

Truth.

:

:

Dreams.

Illusions.

Reality check.

Banging head against the wall.

I already had enough!

Restlessness seeps in.

Dumbfounded.

Pain.

:

:

Hurt.

Nervousness.

Pure insanity.

A moment of grace bestows.

Clearing the blocks from mind.

Like never before.

Butterflies.

Free...

  ~~payal~~

P.S.  This poem has no rhyme, and is written according to syllable counts. Syllables are 1, 3, 5, 7, 7, 5, 3, and 1