Breathe In

 Day-1 OctPoWriMo-2018
 Prompt : Surrender

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Let them flow

Those twisting

Jostling open wounds
There is an oasis to  feel and explore

A running stream of emotions

Dance to the tune of

Deep understanding

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Wake up, face it

That sweet pain of

Being alive
There is nothing more to compromise

When the heart feels

The rhythm of
Self love.

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Revamped Emotions

Day 21- OctPoWriMo 2017 (Prompt Nothing Remains the Same---an  abecedarian)

Mykonos Man - Photo by Judy McDole (c)

As fifty seasons touch grey feathers

Beckons the heart, into the lost treasures

Craving to capture some lost moments

Dancing to the tune, of changing seasons.

Every day brings a new change

Forgetting too many things within our range

Gearing to remember the forgotten past

How time takes a leap and moves fast.

In my own world, I build my castle

Joining forces with my mind and soul, I jostle

Keeping track of all those missing memories

Lovingly turning, pages of old albums and sepia-shaded diaries.

Moving with restless fingers, touching pieces here and there

Noting down some sweet reminders, to remember

Opening the pages of fostered affections

Pilferage the fragrance of youthful passions.

Quietly gazes, a memory of lost love within those soft pages

Reminding that nothing remains the same and everything changes

Shadows of experiences  glimpse through the fold of wrinkles

Trust me, it is not easy to sustain the eroding jungles

Ushering a transformation within

Very adamant,  to handle the changing skin

We belong to the nostalgic clan

X-rayed memories do come in hand

Yearning for a little bit of sunshine in strife

Zooming with zest into the sunset of life 

The Longings

Day-20 OctPoWriMo-2017 (Prompt Desires and Remembering)

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My universe

And your universe 

Couldn't meet

The barriers were too strong

How can we forget what was stored

In those soft moments of yore

A sudden ache from nowhere

Brought forth by a musical note

Your soft eyes and those layers of smoked icicles

The tenderness never left

It still visit and crushes the depth of the soul

Will there be another chance

To feel the same....

Foxy Innings

Day-19 OctPoWriMo-2017 (Prompt- Fox or foxy...florette)

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Heard some scraping sounds on the porch
Irritating noise loud and grouch 
Wondered who might be in distress
The night was silent and dark, but I tried to watch.

There; a ruckus in the hen coop
Somebody trying to play hoop
Aha! two foxy eyes stared back 
As I tried to pitch in, it bounced through the loop.

Crowded Loneliness

Day 18 OctPoWriMo-2017 (Prompt-Everyone Went on Eating)

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Dancing shadows

 reveal shallow crowd-

Pain weeps insensibly

in hooded loneliness.

You talk

They  fake

You implore

They ignore

You are alone

They are on a song

 And then, life dances in misery

till the last breath drips slowly.

Happy Days

Day-17 OctPoWriMo-2017 ( Prompt-And The Dragon Chose..a short story poem in 50 words )

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It was a fairy tale

A fairy tale it was

When they met

Dancing in the rain

Tip tap tip tap

Went the sound of their feet

The little chipmunks

Starring and splashing

Playing and enticing

They softly whispered

In each other’s ears

Friend, let’s play

Today is a holiday.

She Walks Tall Among the Wolves

Day-16 OctPoWriMo-2017 (Prompt-Losing your Fears and Tears )

She was trapped in her own shadows

The doors closed on her when she tried to open the windows

The stench surrounding that place was a hell of distress

The evenings traumatized her living days

She did everything in her power to break the shackles

How can she fight the demons sheltered in her homestead?

Their power harnessed in their eyes and hands

The power of  domination and muscled strengths

Years went by and there was no hope to fight the evil

The soul was dead and so was the power of resilience.

The gray shadows grew with changing seasons.


How long can one lay in that stained existence?

There must be something one is born to fight and sustain

One day she understood her worth

She was the universal truth

A powerful force born on this earth

She was  packed with endowed gifts

Patience, compassion, love, and faith were her companions

These were the weapons to fight the demons

And how she fought back!

A phoenix  was out of the ashes

She walked tall leaving her footprints

On the sands of time for the future generations.

Caught in a web of hatred

Day-15 OctPoWriMo-2017 (Prompt-Fighting the Urge to Vomit )

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When I open the newspaper in the morning

I kind of get nausea while reading

The mayhem across the heartless world, where bloodthirsty hounds go killing

Without batting an eyelid, they fire at the innocents and leave them bleeding.

Where terror is disguised and misguided

The mind is wrapped and destroyed

Where greed takes the upper hand

No deadline for this madness to end

There are thousands who go hungry

Getting bombed and left to wander helplessly

Their stained bodies on canvas for display.

I am also a culprit, a self-centered soul

Living happily in my cozy world 

 I can only get angry and feel sorry.

Movements and Words

Day 14 OctPoWriMo-2017 (Prompt-Movement and Words )

Many times

On the 

Verge of

Eternal insanity

Mind play games

Engaging in a spherical

Nuclei of emotions

Through a swirl of

Stumped silence.

Ancient images 

Nonchalantly gaze in the

Dynamic sepia shades.

Wanderlust resisted

Over a period of time

Reignites motions 

Drumming in, love for life

Sweet surrender follows.

They called her "The Misfit"

Day 13 OctPoWriMo -2017 (Prompt- Art In The Wayward Mind )

A woman in pants

With a cigar in her hands

A weird looking gaze

With a short mustache

And her crooked body

Became a topic to chase.

Her head covered with feathers

She sneered at the tongue waggers

She crossed every bridge with pride

Living on her own terms

She let the world eat a humble pie

When she attained fame far and wide.

A painter with a substance she was

Who stuck to her roots

In awe of her feisty halo

The one and only one Frida Kahlo.

Once I came across the prompt I started to wonder what to write. I don't want to put myself there as I am still working my way. This is one woman who inspires me the most. How she made her creative talent to rise above her physical imperfection. Hope we inherit atleast ten percent of her courage to fight against the odds.

Chasing Images

 Day-12 OctPoWriMo-2017  (Prompt-Imagination Stands in the Road)

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Hiding among the  clouds, a ray of sunshine tempts
To write poetic praises, weaving flowery verses.
A line of  a musical note chases away the blues
To let imagination unearth the trapped muse.

Imagination- 
Leaps through mountains and valleys 
Breathes beauty in the sun, moon, and the stars
Finds muse in the fragrant flowers, meadows, and seasons.

It  caresses nature, with magical odes
Creating a panorama, with epic words.