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| Goa,2015 |
On a pair of crystal swans
well placed in the niche
Gracefully they remind me
Of pure soulmate connections
:
broken bridges
needs amend
to reach the other end.
~~payal~~
It's Day 14 of #OctPoWriMo
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Remembrance
2015 image,Goa
When frozen hearts melt,
restlessness turns red and leave.
I remember you.
~~payal~~
haiku my heart
Thursday Challenge
I am a write tribe pro-blogger
A cup of tea
Tea leaves were swirling in pool of hot water and milk. Its’
refreshing aroma was inviting. When tea was ready, Sher Singh poured it in an
aluminium kettle and started serving it in kulhar
to the old men sitting on wooden bench near the tea stall, talking and
laughing. Tea added special flavour to the olden days charm and relationships.
Many college students
were drinking their cup of tea, as purity of thoughts sealed in fortress of
transparent malleable dreams, while celebrating youth and preparing for future.
An observer, plucked some
moments from celebrations, as tea leaves told the story.
~~payal~~
write tribe#100 words on SaturdayI am a write tribe pro-blogger
my extended family
Today, I am overflowing with gratitude and love for my
extended family from my poetry community on Orkut.
Usha Ma’am , an inspiring blogger, asked me eleven questions when she nominated me
for Liebster award, one of which was “How did you start blogging?”
Today I want to answer it. I want to thank Utpal ji, who
wanted me to start my blog in 2009, when I knew nothing about blogging. (I still don’t know!)
He guided me step by step and also gave my blog a beautiful
name “Kaleidoscope”. I’m happy that I have my space where I write without any
fear. Can’t thank you enough for whatever you do for me still! Thank you bade bhaiya. :)
This reminds me of
the good old orkut days when we used to write poetry, and there I learnt to
take constructive criticism in a positive manner knowing it is always in my
higher good. Remembering my friend, Deepti, my first online friend. I’m glad I
got to meet her quite often this year. Love you my soul sis. We often wonder
how can we be so similar.
Way back in 2007, Sadho asked me once, why I don’t put
colours in my sketches and I still remember that conversation. I’m glad finally after seven years, we met
this year. Now that’s a different story ,he made me realise that I don’t use my
smart phone smartly. Eh!
Richa ..much love to you!
Richa ..much love to you!
AND YES! This year, I
met Rohan too!!A Bengali guy who’s allergic to fish and doesn’t like rice!
Sunita..Thank you! We used to write and post poetry in the
community late in the night. I was bad with the titles and she used to give the
titles to my poems. We still get together late in the night, not to write
poetry but to play scrabble, sometimes though! Yes, our duet poems are getting
published in an anthology, to be released in 2015.
Thank you Amiya dada for teaching me some truths of life.
Thank you for your constant support. As I always say, your comments are always
better than my writes.
Personally, it had been a good year, amidst some tears and
smiles, some confusions and light. Sometimes life worked for me, sometimes it
didn’t. But this year brought in many opportunities to grow in all aspects. I
feel like thanking Sabari Chakraborty, whom I met this year in Goa and who
taught me what I needed to learn in that moment.
Thanks to my blogger friends and readers for taking time to read and
comment on my posts. This year Ultimate blogging challenge and OctPoWriMo was fun.
Special thanks to my blogger friend Vishal, for all the motivation and support.
Oh Yes, I wrote a guest post for his blog.
Thanks to one and all for your love and blessings. Stay
connected! :)
~~payal~~
Always.. # Day 29
They ask me
what does joy mean to me,
I say
it’s his presence
That fills me with love.
They ask me
what does love mean to me
I say its his essence
that I feel.
Intangible.
They ask me
what do I treasure most
I tell them
It’s our story
Of finding bliss.
They ask me
what is bliss
I believe
The moments in which
we create
Memories-
ageless, timeless,
Concealed, revealed,
I tell them honestly,
It’s all about loving unconditionally.
~~payal~~
Imprints #Day 21
Impressions of my fingers
Lie in the moments
That said
“Handle with care”.
:
You’ll find my footprints
Wherever you go
As I’ll always be with you
:
You’ll find my handprints
Etched in memories
That touched
Your heart silently.
~~payal~~
#OctPoWriMo Day 21
Presence # Day 3
2013 image,Goa
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
Cadence
The wordless conflicts
Take away from peaceful life
The rhythmic cadence
~~payal~~
close
The fleeting moments..
Memories of
the sunset
stay close to my heart
:
:
A moment or
two,
Spent in
close encounters
The waves
woke me up
~~payal~~
haiku horizons: closecrystal wings
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.
the mild melancholy
And the light shine
On the crystal wings.
~~payal~~
written in response to the prompt at poets on the page.
It's a small world
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
My Little Sister
I was two and a half when my sister was born.
One day, while mother was in the kitchen, my little sister
woke up crying. I couldn’t see her cry. Within two minutes, mom got suspicious of the silence.She hurried in the room and found me making efforts by putting cloth in my sister’s mouth! Soon after removing cloth, she made me understand that it was the wrong way for making her stop crying.
Today, when I think about it, chills run down my spine..
She’s such a darling! I love her laughter. Wish nothing makes
her cry ever!
~~payal~~100 words on Saturday -2014 # 1
Conditions Apply
At school
Parents take their three year old kid for admission in a
reputed school.They wait in the long queue,fill up the registration form and submit it.The form gets
rejected."In nursery,we take admission of the kids born till 30th
Sep.Your child’s birthdate is 1st of October. Sorry, Can't help..*conditions
apply*!"
**************
At Work
He
refused to work on Sunday .The manager took out an agreement from the drawer
and read clause no. 24.``We’ll decide your job as per your training,but that
would be only if you keep working as per our policies. If there is a
project,you’ll have to work on Sundays too!”You’re fired!
**************
At Hospital
Oh! It’s an emergency case. We
need blood for him. Please arrange atleast 6 bottles of A- blood group. Though we have it in our blood
bank,we won’t be able to give it unless you get a donor. It is a very rare group
and we need to keep it in store for emergencies.
**************
At Airport
They had to reach 40 minutes before the departure of the flight.Besides heavy traffic,they were almost on time and got the baggage checked."You are two minutes late,Sir.The counter is closed.We'll return your baggage!"said the girl sitting behind the desk.It's clearly mentioned on the tickets,here..*conditions apply*!"
**************
Ever heard yourself say,
"If you do this for me,I’ll do that for you."
"If you can’t do this,I can’t do that."
Just to make it your way?
Bright colours sometimes fade
In this and that..
Now rarely,we find
Some relations true
Though detached
yet connected
*Conditions apply*
In some relationships too!
~~payal~~
**************
P.S. This post is written for Write Tribe: 55 On Friday-2
Holding on..
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.
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