tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75391403928501049612024-03-18T20:01:23.202-07:00Rendezvousa glimpse to my poetic worldTO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-86780486853747546142014-10-19T20:52:00.003-07:002014-10-19T20:53:42.687-07:00Once upon a time.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-poetry-prompt-day-16-once.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-poetry-prompt-day-16-once.html</a> Challenge Day 16<br />
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Once upon a time<br />
I wrote about you me and love<br />
The tormented souls<br />
The rejected heart<br />
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The corporeal flowers<br />
The late night talks<br />
The fervour<br />
The coffee<br />
And the drama<br />
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These days I don't write about love<br />
But of failed lovers<br />
Like you and me<br />
And the dim blue light<br />
Under which we entwined<br />
Like lost birds<br />
Forever seeking the unknown<br />
Amidst the known.<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-50218484087464856642014-10-16T20:10:00.001-07:002014-10-16T20:10:09.800-07:00Halfway Done<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/poetry-prompts-writers-fully-writing.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/poetry-prompts-writers-fully-writing.html</a> Challenge Day 15<br />
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When I told him I loved him once<br />
He shrunk<br />
As if my love would destroy his sanctity<br />
He doesn't talk to me much these days<br />
Fearing if he falls for me.<br />
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He asked why didn't I tell him then<br />
He could have tried to love me in return<br />
Fool<br />
He just didn't understand<br />
Love was lost anyways<br />
Only the lover withstand.<br />
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I am running late these days..lagging behind. May be it's just the mood or the tricky words which sometimes leave me.<br />
enjoy!<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-52058745173975905312014-10-15T20:15:00.000-07:002014-10-15T20:19:10.571-07:00A Candle Light Dinner.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: black;">For</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-day-14-inspiration-from.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-day-14-inspiration-from.html</a> Challenge day 14</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;"><b style="background-color: black;">"Tell me, what is it you plan to do</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;"><b style="background-color: black;">with your one wild and precious life?"</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;"><b style="background-color: black;">...Mary Oliver</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">A candle light dinner</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">An outcome of a left over party</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">For some stayed behind</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">Words were thrown as if they were bubbles</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">Pricked and nothing</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">Cigarette ashes lay mercilessly on the floor</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">Rings of smoke absently stare</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">A few empty beer cans</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">Some half filled scotch glasses</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">Cubes of ice wait patiently to melt</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">Bits of food were thrown to stray dogs</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">As if it was an example of life less simplified.</span><br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-33049491689465266082014-10-14T20:14:00.000-07:002014-10-14T20:14:15.187-07:00Blue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/day-13-color-your-world.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/day-13-color-your-world.html</a> Challenge Day 13<br />
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'You always write about blue,<br />
Blue flowers, blue lights, Blue vase<br />
Even our curtains are blue',<br />
He complained<br />
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I just smiled<br />
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For I knew<br />
Blue is the vastness<br />
Blue is the depth<br />
Blue is the light reflected<br />
on the sea<br />
Blue mesmerizes<br />
Blue synchronizes<br />
Blue is you<br />
Blue is me.<br />
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I am really running slow. The internet not working. So all my posts are a day late.<br />
Anyways enjoy.<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-91862983030888160592014-10-12T20:31:00.002-07:002014-10-12T20:31:48.863-07:00Hunger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/the-art-of-obsessions-octpowrimo-day-12.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/the-art-of-obsessions-octpowrimo-day-12.html</a> Challenge Day 12<br />
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The wailing moon wails<br />
The night demands<br />
The body desires<br />
But<br />
The mind resides elsewhere<br />
A longing prevails<br />
The wolf in him awakes<br />
And she eagerly waits<br />
For the morn to arrive.<br />
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Enjoy the poem.<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-73132801589362876342014-10-12T20:26:00.002-07:002014-10-12T20:26:27.409-07:00nameless.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/poetry-prompts-courageously-speaking.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/poetry-prompts-courageously-speaking.html</a> Challenge Day 11.<br />
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They found me diabolic<br />
And said evil resided in me<br />
I smiled and said<br />
Isn't other side of God is evil.<br />
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I didn't follow the prompt..though our newspaper was flooded with the news of Malala and Kailash Satyarthi but somehow didn't feel like writing for the prompt. I have written on child issues before ..some are posted in the blog and some printed. This time I share a poem on slightly different note. Enjoy.<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-46664926012915118412014-10-10T22:06:00.000-07:002014-10-10T22:06:18.335-07:00If you call me mad<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/day-10-world-mental-health-day.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/day-10-world-mental-health-day.html</a> Challenge Day 10<br />
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Call me mad if you want to<br />
For I don't belong to the<br />
world of yours<br />
And yes I saw the shrink twice<br />
in my life<br />
Once when I forgot the world<br />
And then when you forgot me.<br />
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I keep counting stars and moons<br />
The lunar always has an effect on me<br />
And scribbler in me scribbles on<br />
For that is my destiny<br />
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Loved I have many a times<br />
Sometimes it is the road side dog<br />
Sometimes a human like me<br />
And yes I saw the shrink twice<br />
Once when I forgot the world<br />
And then when you forgot me.<br />
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Enjoy the madness.<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-81072963105566751832014-10-09T20:53:00.003-07:002014-10-09T20:53:57.654-07:00Why I write.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/OctPoWriMoDay92014.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/OctPoWriMoDay92014.html</a> Challenge Day 9<br />
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If I had not written poetry<br />
A part of me would have been lost<br />
In the unknown<br />
I would have searched and searched<br />
And never know that part<br />
So I scribbled on and on<br />
Even when words were stressed<br />
And thoughts were gone<br />
But hope remained<br />
For me to go on.<br />
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I never asked myself why I write poetry...one day I suddenly started writing poetry...may be to keep myself sane and others safe. Enjoy.<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-75173981867393528182014-10-08T07:50:00.002-07:002014-10-08T07:53:43.408-07:00Madness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/poetry-prompts-moon-madness.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/poetry-prompts-moon-madness.html</a> Challenge Day 8<br />
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Maddening crowd stare at the full moon<br />
And it's the lunar eclipse<br />
Daunting a bewitching spell<br />
Nesting a harmony of milky glow<br />
Evokes a passion deep<br />
Sublime is the moon<br />
Serene is the night.<br />
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Shadow poetry type:<a href="http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/acrostic.html">http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/acrostic.html</a><br />
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Enjoy!<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-51226201504995484522014-10-07T22:12:00.001-07:002014-10-07T22:15:02.897-07:00Waiting for silence to speak.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/OctPoWriMoDay7.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/OctPoWriMoDay7.html</a> Challenge Day 7<br />
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In the middle of the night<br />
When everybody sleeps<br />
The awakened me<br />
Wait for silence to speak.<br />
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The full moon night<br />
The owl that has forgotten to hoot<br />
The wind is calm<br />
A strangeness prevail.<br />
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I try to hear the voices of the calm<br />
As I watch through the window the night<br />
of the full moon,<br />
Hark silence<br />
Speak to me<br />
Let me hear your voice<br />
Let me read your mind<br />
You may have a story too<br />
Like the leaves of the thunder fallen tree.<br />
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I am running late while posting the poems everyday. Not even finding enough time to comment on the poems of others, though I read them from time to time going back to the days. Enjoy<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-91512041481524937082014-10-06T20:27:00.002-07:002014-10-06T20:27:15.280-07:00Perfect Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-day-6-perfect.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-day-6-perfect.html</a> Challenge Day 6<br />
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To find a perfect life<br />
Searched the world around<br />
Found there is nothing as such<br />
Came back from where I started from.<br />
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I tried my hand in the suggested form <a href="http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/naani.html">http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/naani.html</a>.Don't know whether successful or not but had fun. Enjoy!<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-30468717641351670172014-10-05T20:52:00.002-07:002014-10-05T20:52:38.428-07:00Life and death.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/autumn-poetry-octpowrimo-day-5.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/autumn-poetry-octpowrimo-day-5.html</a> Challenge Day 5<br />
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The leaves scattered<br />
Red purple orange<br />
The bench under the big oak<br />
Empty<br />
Autumnal rain<br />
Decayed<br />
Decomposed.<br />
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Life has it's own way<br />
Waits for winter rain<br />
Death a matter of time<br />
To be reborn once again.<br />
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Autumn has a different meaning to me...I love fall..the colours. Somehow I love winter too..May be 'cause I stay in a tropical country so it is a different for me. I love snow and the snow capped mountain.<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-10514603857621572512014-10-04T07:00:00.001-07:002014-10-04T07:01:07.971-07:00Reawaken<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/poetry-prompts-day-4-poetry-revolution.html Challenge Day 4.<br />
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She lay quietly<br />
as he did her<br />
kneading her breast<br />
as if they were mounds of dough,<br />
he bit her neck<br />
crushing her hands<br />
which might have resisted,<br />
she is all quiet<br />
letting him finish<br />
as he moved in rhythmic passion.<br />
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It was like a daily chore<br />
and she was not to complain,<br />
she tried once<br />
but they called her shameless,<br />
they said<br />
it was his right<br />
he was her husband after all.<br />
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Then one night<br />
she lay with a knife,<br />
as he moved<br />
she smiled,<br />
and all was quiet<br />
like every other night.<br />
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Then there was cries<br />
loud cries...<br />
and a sigh deep inside.<br />
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Something was reawakened that night.<br />
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My poems are mostly either on love or social issues. As a result I am happy with today's prompt. I have written on various issues except for marital rape. A common problem most woman face but they hardly open their mouth thinking that they have to please their husbands as if it is a part of their marital duties.<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-62701153859316981672014-10-03T20:07:00.000-07:002014-10-03T20:07:09.666-07:00Temptations<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-day-3-its-friday-sweet_3.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-day-3-its-friday-sweet_3.html</a> Challenge Day 3<br />
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And it is the sweet and the candies<br />
And the chocolates and the toffees<br />
And the child in me<br />
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The boxes I hide under the bed<br />
The sofa<br />
And the places no one could see<br />
<br />
The indulgence<br />
The passion<br />
A bit of ecstasy<br />
<br />
A midnight session<br />
A lovemaking<br />
And<br />
Of course<br />
The fantasy.<br />
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I followed the word prompt but didn't feel like restricting myself to the the format prompt...was on a born free mode. Enjoy!<br />
<a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/p/bling.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/p/bling.html</a><br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-26924225286014494532014-10-02T06:13:00.000-07:002014-10-02T06:13:12.358-07:00Too, to and two<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-day-2-today-is-more-than.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-day-2-today-is-more-than.html</a> challenge day 2<br />
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I too used to have a heart<br />
To which i used to cling,<br />
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And then came the man<br />
who stole my dream.<br />
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Two days and two nights<br />
I stayed wide awake,<br />
<br />
So I thought may be<br />
I could bake a cake,<br />
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Then I found that the man too<br />
Loved to eat and drink.<br />
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A chili chocolate it was<br />
A mess it made in the sink.<br />
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Through his stomach<br />
I stole his heart<br />
<br />
In exchange of mine<br />
Now I can say 'I am fine'<br />
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Thought of writing a funny poem this time. </div>
TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-14901967962240470232014-10-01T20:21:00.001-07:002014-10-01T20:21:54.807-07:00I too could have been a butterfly<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/breaking-out-of-box.html">http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/breaking-out-of-box.html</a> challenge Day 1<br />
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As I lay in the dustbin<br />
filled with blood and the umbilical cord<br />
that joined us mother,<br />
I thought what was my fault?<br />
I could have grown into a butterfly one day<br />
that too a beautiful one;<br />
they said I was a girl child<br />
so they uprooted me<br />
saying you didn't want me<br />
neither did Paa.<br />
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Don't know how much of it is true<br />
<br />
I can hear the dogs bark nearby now<br />
some pulling on to the cord<br />
some snatching on to my arm<br />
as<br />
I feel a strange pain,<br />
Am I still alive mother<br />
or<br />
am I dead.<br />
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The Octpowrimo starts again. A whole new month dedicated to poetry. A part of of me still the same..a part of me different.</div>
TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-18514926725030884412014-09-15T22:25:00.000-07:002014-09-15T22:25:05.179-07:00The room.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The house is big with large windows<br />
but the room is mine<br />
the east facing window with a chime keep me company<br />
as the first sunshine falls on my face as I sleep<br />
the blue curtains sooth<br />
the birds that sit on the sill<br />
wake me to dream<br />
of an knowingly unknown world.<br />
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The house is big with large windows<br />
but the room is mine.<br />
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-11842413190202858192014-09-15T22:21:00.000-07:002014-09-15T22:21:10.680-07:00love and poetry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Between love and poetry<br />
I chose love<br />
But poetry was loyal<br />
so it chose me.</div>
TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-78924944674006254382014-01-24T04:40:00.001-08:002014-01-24T04:40:25.962-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-3329299134957107252013-11-18T01:10:00.001-08:002013-11-18T01:11:33.797-08:00Holding on<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For<br />
<a href="http://www.poetsonthepage.blogspot.in/2013/11/mini-poetry-prompt-forever-loved.html">http://www.poetsonthepage.blogspot.in/2013/11/mini-poetry-prompt-forever-loved.html</a><br />
The way I hold on to you<br />
my old red t-shirt<br />
though you have faded away<br />
to orange,<br />
so what?<br />
you were once red.<br />
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Twelve years is a long time<br />
my friend<br />
but you are still my favourite<br />
though the way I cling to you<br />
turns my wife jealous sometimes.<br />
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My favourite red t-shirt<br />
now that you are rugged<br />
and old<br />
I keep you in my wardrobe<br />
snuggling once in a while<br />
keeping the old feeling alive.<br />
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This one is for my husband who still cling on to his favourite t-shirt.</div>
TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-77733712559615061082013-11-14T07:16:00.001-08:002013-11-14T07:16:07.251-08:00emotions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.poetsonthepage.blogspot.in/2013/11/mini-poetry-prompt-going-deeper.html">http://www.poetsonthepage.blogspot.in/2013/11/mini-poetry-prompt-going-deeper.html</a><br />
Tried my hand in writing in pictorial form<br />
<a href="http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/pictorial.html">http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/pictorial.html</a><br />
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anger as the<br />
rushes my animal<br />
through heart in<br />
my does me<br />
veins growl howls <br />
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live cry forgive<br />
to ever to<br />
me don't learnt<br />
taught I have<br />
Life so I</div>
TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-8497151992074860232013-11-12T06:23:00.002-08:002013-11-12T06:23:53.617-08:00the deeper I go<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For <a href="http://www.poetsonthepage.blogspot.in/">poetsonthepage</a> weekly prompt Deep<br />
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In the deep<br />
uncluttered darkness<br />
I search for you<br />
you, my deep dark secret<br />
that I sometimes keep hidden<br />
even from myself<br />
what if the me in me betrays<br />
as our love grows fonder<br />
the more I try to hide<br />
under it's skin<br />
dark<br />
passionately<br />
and dangerously<br />
our love rolls<br />
in sheets of blood<br />
death and life.</div>
TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-7254079928858010262013-10-31T21:22:00.002-07:002013-10-31T21:22:33.369-07:00As we begin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
OctPoWriMo Challenge 2013 Day 31.<br />
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All things that begin<br />
must come to an end<br />
<br />
'end' is the finale<br />
that we all wait patiently for<br />
till the end.<br />
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They say all good things come to end.The challenge was something I used to look forward to in between the regular office home family life. Read some wonderful poems ..came across different form of poetry, tried my hand at some. Thank you for being patient with me and my writes. Hope to see lots and lots of poem in the "The writing Poetry Group".</div>
TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-44359997197075652842013-10-30T20:04:00.000-07:002013-10-30T20:04:04.333-07:00She<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
OctPoWriMo Challenge 2013 day 30<br />
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As she lay on the bed<br />
the thought of her<br />
previous night lover<br />
(if only she could call him so<br />
rather more sort of a customer)<br />
and the remains of the night<br />
strained her nerves<br />
she needs a drink<br />
she said to herself<br />
and it is going to be<br />
a long long day<br />
waiting for the night to fall<br />
another lover<br />
or may be<br />
the old one<br />
who knows<br />
she has a house to run<br />
a child to feed<br />
a face to paint<br />
a lip to colour<br />
scars to hide<br />
a future only to dream.<br />
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Prostitution is such an age old social issue all over the world..some countries legalised it..and even have unions for them. In India the scenario is different..we fail to provide respect to these women who may run such a business due to their own necessities.</div>
TO TOUCH THE HORIZONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700488929956251660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539140392850104961.post-89582973010288558942013-10-30T00:30:00.000-07:002013-10-30T00:30:27.979-07:00My Epitaph<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
OctPoWriMo Challenge 2013 Day 29<br />
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Here lies a woman<br />
whose soul will wonder<br />
even after death<br />
in the misty morning of Dehra<br />
or in the oceanic waves<br />
a longing<br />
a wanderlust<br />
who always smiled<br />
even in pain<br />
and lived her life to the fullest.</div>
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