Wingless #Day 14

                                                                                                                                                         2014 image, Gurgaon

 

It’s been ages,

You found me

In that moment

and asked

“ what do you plan to do with your life?”

Like a wingless bird

Almost clueless

Thinking about

the life,

half- lived,

Sitting in my corner,

I fixed my gaze

At the clear blue sky.

I wanted you to know,

I wish to unfold mysteries
 at every step,

Clear the barriers
of boredom,

Create a new day,
everyday,

And breathe!

 
Today, rain

Washed away the dust

and cleared the haze.
:

I breathe.

~~payal~~

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”~Mary Oliver

#OctPoWriMo Day 14

My muse # Day 2

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When the world is fast asleep

beneath the cover of sparkling stars,

golden hearts dance

to the zephyr tunes

and bathe in moonlight.

 

Two is more

than a number

for  poet and poetry

as they become one

reflecting each other

 

Far the melancholic moon rise.

I shall make it my muse tonight

and encipher poetry

behind the clouds.

Am I thinking too much?

#OctPoWriMo 2014 # UBC

 

 

 

 

A love letter # Day 20, OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

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Sweetheart..

I am spellbound..

Your loneliness kills me!

Your silvery grace light me up..

Please,allow me to fill your void ,with peace..

Let us create new memories.

Fit me in your frame now..

Oh! My true love..

Sweetheart!

~~payal~~

P.S. Played around with the poetry form Rictameter here...I loved the poetry prompt today..Love letter between two inanimate objects and I chose a camera and a photoframe..It was pure fun!

A letter # Day 16,OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

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     There was a time when we shared

An illusionary world of words,

And lived in that place

With all our heart..

There came a time,

When we shared that place

And thought it was real..

There was a time

When spoken words

Started creating mist

And the world turned hazy..

Then, words that created

A bond and used to fill the void

Had created differences

and started to hurt..

Today is one such day,

When I try to fill the paper

With million  thoughts

That lied dormant 

in the crazy corner

Of my heart’s cave..

Making me restless.

 Few creations

 are left abandoned

By the creator

Like some unfinished thoughts,

That lie in the silent corner

Of some forgotten pages

Of the diary.

There was lots to say,

If only I knew,

You were listening..

Tell me,

Why are the colours

Of the rainbow missing?

Or let it be..

Maybe I’m too lost..

Soaked

In the salinity

Of the dark clouds....!

I didn’t wish to leave

A single word unsaid..

Wish I could have

sealed it with love..

As always!

~~payal~~

Be Original # Day 3,OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

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Every moment is magical..

Each situation has

 Something to offer.

Take it,

Or leave it..

“Be Original!”

You said with grey tones.

 “Ok!”

Thankfully, I took it as

A learning opportunity.

Poetry was eager

To go with the flow..

To feel the feelings

As they were,

To paint emotions

With my madness

On the canvas of mood..

Then..

My journey began

With some baby steps

“Untitled!”

Drinking from “A Cup Of Nectar”

 Followed by “A Rendezvous with Myself.”

~~payal~~

P.S. "A Cup Of Nectar" and "A Rendezvous with Myself " were my first steps in the world of poetry.

Missing # Day2 OctPoWriMo Challenge, 2013

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Hiding from the present,

Some rhymes were lost

And the rhythm missed

In the midstream..

In the ashes of time

Travelling distant miles,

I wept and wept

And closed my eyes.

Beneath the dark clouds

On a dusky evening

Rhythmic beats
painted my dreams!

Out of the blues

On the bed of river Ganges

 In some floating prayers..

I found them

 Yet again..

Poetry heals the parched soul…

~~payal~~