I too could have been a butterfly

For http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/breaking-out-of-box.html challenge Day 1

As I lay in the dustbin
filled with blood and the umbilical cord
that joined us mother,
I thought what was my fault?
I could have grown into a butterfly one day
that too a beautiful one;
they said I was a girl child
so they uprooted me
saying you didn't want me
neither did Paa.

Don't know how much of it is true

I can hear the dogs bark nearby now
some pulling on to the cord
some snatching on to my arm
as
I feel a strange pain,
Am I still alive mother
or
am I dead.

The Octpowrimo starts again. A whole new month dedicated to poetry. A part of of me still the same..a part of me different.

The room.

The house is big with large windows
but the room is mine
the east facing window with a chime keep me company
as the first sunshine falls on my face as I sleep
the blue curtains sooth
the birds that sit on the sill
wake me to dream
of an knowingly unknown world.

The house is big with large windows
but the room is mine.

love and poetry

Between love and poetry
I chose love
But poetry was loyal
so it chose me.

Holding on

For
http://www.poetsonthepage.blogspot.in/2013/11/mini-poetry-prompt-forever-loved.html
The way I hold on to you
my old red t-shirt
though you have faded away
to orange,
so what?
you were once red.

Twelve years is a long time
my friend
but you are still my favourite
though the way I cling to you
turns my wife jealous sometimes.

My favourite red t-shirt
now that you are rugged
and old
I keep you in my wardrobe
snuggling once in a while
keeping the old feeling alive.

This one is for my husband who still cling on to his favourite t-shirt.

emotions

For http://www.poetsonthepage.blogspot.in/2013/11/mini-poetry-prompt-going-deeper.html
Tried my hand in writing in pictorial form
http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/pictorial.html

anger              as             the
      rushes          my             animal
           through        heart                in
                     my             does           me
                         veins              growl        howls


                           live                  cry               forgive
                      to                     ever               to
               me                      don't            learnt
        taught                       I              have
  Life                           so                I

the deeper I go

For poetsonthepage weekly prompt Deep

In the deep
uncluttered darkness
I search for you
you, my deep dark secret
that I sometimes keep hidden
even from myself
what if the me in me betrays
as our love grows fonder
the more I try to hide
under it's skin
dark
passionately
and dangerously
our love rolls
in sheets of blood
death and life.