Number 7..# Day 23,OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

Numerology..                                            

They say much depends on the numbers.

Moods,work,passion,

And what not..

7! Oh..!He murmered..

It's a mystical number,

And mysteriously

it's your birth date!

7 days in a week,
7 colours in the rainbow,
7 keys of music,

7 chakras in the body,

7 stairs to heaven..

Seeker,Thinker,Researcher

Shy,but very aware

Shallow people will board them

To no ends..

Really difficult to be understood..

With deep sense of purpose

Isolated but not alone..

improving themselves..

Who doesn't love it,

when some good is talked about?

They say, it takes a lot of depth

And lots of understanding

To make a number 7..

Then he took a deep breath,

And the truth revealed..

But then, they have their limitations..

They may be Arrogant,Rude,Sarcastic..

and they don't trust anyone easily.. 

Face problems because of pride..

They observe others well..

They are easily misunderstood..

He kept on talking..

I kept on listening..

"Ruled by the moon,

You follow its path..

15 days of darkness

And 15 days of light.."

 ~~payal~~ 

P.S. Prompt was to write on numbers....I wrote something on calculation a few years back here .

A story # Day 22, OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

               The prompt was a photo by Rodney Smith

Unconsciously,

Screams of the soul.. 

Got trapped

In its own reflections.. 

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Locked within

Sharing space

With haunting shadows,

Choked to death..

Lost! Am I?

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Walking on water

Nowhere to go..

Echo of the souls

I feel free..
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In this moment,

Solitary..

I owe you,

Many more,

Songs of love!

 ~~payal~~

4 thoughts of 17 syllables each..combined to form a story..

Lifeline # Day 21,OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

                                                                                                       2013 image,Goa

P.S. 17 syllables and one liner..

A love letter # Day 20, OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

                                                                                                                  2013 image,Goa

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!

Thoughts # Day 19, OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

                                                                                                                 image 2013,Delhi

I sit silently on the swing

And enjoy the sunny days

With soothing fragrance in the air
And colours that never fades..

Fluttering angels in the garden
Some dragonflies are there too
My thoughts burst like bubbles in air
Rainbows in them hold the clue..

Some of them pull me to hell

Some of them take me to heaven

In between this tug of war

Are melodies of Beethoven

Thoughts fly far on angel's wings
Scarlet dreams and Violet blooms
Like shaping clay on potter's wheel

Weaving words on weaver's loom.

~~payal~~

P.S.: Some mixed emotions today..Father in law's open heart surgery went well,though he's still in ICU....and is missing brother-in-law badly!

Nothing # Day 18, OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013.

                                                                                                      2013 image,Amboli Ghat

Nothing was on my mind,

Till something happened,

Going round and round

Spinning in my head

Like a whirlwind

And ruined everything..

Then something happened

And nothing was

 On my mind again.

It went like a line

That formed a circle

With no ends..trapped..!

So now in nothingness

Of nothing,I relax..

And discover the exotic 

Flavours of something!

Nothing really matters.

Nothing! REALLY matters.

A matter of choice..

~~payal~~

The days bygone..# Day 17,OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013.

                                                                                                               2013 image,Saharanpur

It seems I have left my childhood

On the steps of the verandah,

Where we gathered for few words

And played some games.

As kids,playing games

Meant laughter and fun.

Now,It is more about promises

And pitfalls.

We used to play

Hide and seek.

Now, it is endless seeking

The days bygone!

 Now , I sit on those steps

Playing block games

On the gadgets.

Block stacking is a talent,

Challenging to be precise

Against time and instability.

 Sometimes  mellow

Sometimes trendy .

~~payal~~

A letter # Day 16,OctPoWriMo Challenge,2013

                                                                                                                        2013 image,Goa

     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~~