Coffee # Day 7, OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013.

                                                                                                    2012 image,Goa

Away from home,
A cozy place,

A table for two,

Two cups of coffee,

Sound of the waves,

And some soft music.

Comfortable companionship.

Where everything  is poetry.

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Not much before

That moment

I was waiting for him

Desperately,

Sitting on my window sill.

The weather was gloomy outside,

And the clouds still refused to leave.

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Pardon me !
The pain of my loved ones

Always hit me hard!

And then exclamation marks

Come out of nowhere!

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Everything is not meant to settle in the depths.

Few just float while others get dissolved.

That was science we learnt,

But now it applied to Life!

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The sound of the key 

Unlocking door

Just distracted.

And he entered the room..

With a smile on his face.

“Get ready,

Let’s go out

Seems you have a lots

to talk about today.”

“How do you know?”

“I know you! Coffee?”

And he kissed my tears away.

Sometimes,

 Just a few words matter!

Dialogues, Conversation 

With sips of coffee..
Aromatic,Redolent..

~~payal~~

Butterflies # Day 6,OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

                                                                                                   2013 image,Goa

Thoughts.

Exquisite.

From where do they come?

These fluorescent butterflies;

Fluttering their broken wings.

Somehow, I feel them.

When I face;

Truth.

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Dreams.

Illusions.

Reality check.

Banging head against the wall.

I already had enough!

Restlessness seeps in.

Dumbfounded.

Pain.

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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

I met a woman...# Day 5, OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

                                                                                                  2012 image,Udaipur

I met a woman

Who painted the images

With her shadow

In the light.

   I met a woman

Who was a human too

And made mistakes

Like you and me.

I met a woman

Who used to forgive quickly

But was seldom forgiven

When she went wrong.

I met a woman

Who was least bothered

Of what others thought of her.

For she knew herself.

I met a woman

Who opened the doors..

And accepted her world

With a smile.

I met a woman

Who was grateful to God

And kept her loved ones

Before her in her prayers.

I met a woman

Who never forgot

The goodness of others

When they took her for granted.

I met a woman

Who knew that some losses

Were beyond space and time

But had faith in Life.

I met a woman

With pain in her eyes

For she couldn’t

Make everyone happy.

~~payal~~

The Sacred # Day 4, OctPoWrimo Challenge 2013

                                                                                                                2013 image,Goa

Bitterness

Takes us nowhere.

Stay calm,

Swim in the sacred stream,

Of Peace and Love,

That flows within.

Let go of fears,

Of ifs, buts, whys and hows;

Rise and Shine!

Evolve!

Nothing is perfect.

Celebrate your being,

Gracefully.

Contemplating on a silent afternoon;

Burning with the fire within;

In the corner of my room;

I closed my eyes gently,

And prayed for a while.

  

~~payal~~