OctPoWriMo-2015 ( An Acrostic)

Day-31 OctPoWriMo-2015

October left fragrant trails of

Comforting memories

Touching soul stirring

Poesy on a magical wing

Over a colorful spectrum

With fellow poets, exploring

Rejuvenating dreamy moments

Inspiring a sprout of verses

Manifesto- dipped in experiences;

Oscillations of a mundane life

2 feel the beat of being alive

0 ed on a trek of emotions, making

1 self feel the burst of healing

5 fold on this voyage of October musing.

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No end...Waiting eagerly for next year.

Seasonal Chimes

Day-30,OctPoWriMo-2015

muncie

I Love…

When the mind maps 

The crumpled pages 

Inked with embers of a

Shivering past.

Igniting the senses

With the hues

Of lush greens,

The ocean blues,

The autumn leaves.

The moving sensation

Cuts through

The depth-

Flooding the soul

With memories

Of bygone times.

Leaving behind

An icy heart-to wallow

In the harsh winters,

Time has left-to taste

The warm shores.

 

In Transition

Day-29,OctPoWriMo-2015

muncie

The trajectory

Of human life runs 

On parallel lines

It cries

When one is born or dies.

There is symmetry

In the whole process

Give life, take life

A never ending

Wheel of existence.

As a seed grows

Into a blooming tree

And degenerate

Into withered leaves.

As the water evaporates

And then precipitates

Bringing solace

To the mankind.

Life is a motion

And we grow

In this cycle

Meeting, parting

Gathering memories,

Hopeful dreamers

Moving as pawns

On a chessboard of time.

 

Staying Alive

Day-28,OctPoWriMo-2015

La la la la la….

Flying in the wind

I sing like a nightingale

With dreams in my eyes

I embrace the sunny day.

La la la la la….

Kissed by the glittering star

Glowing in a bridal attire

The fragrant flowers,

Join me in my stride.

La la la la la…

Positive energy reigns

Running through the veins

“Staying Alive ‘with the Bee Gees

 Goes wild, the dancing heartbeats.

La la la la la…

Sanguine and buoyant thoughts 

Dance through my healing pen,

Alive and hopeful

I bow to the new dawn.

I can only sing in words. I don't want to scare anybody with my croak ;)

  #OctPoWriMo