As we begin

OctPoWriMo Challenge 2013 Day 31.

All things that begin
must come to an end

'end' is the finale
that we all wait patiently for
till the end.


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".

She

OctPoWriMo Challenge 2013 day 30

As she lay on the bed
the thought of her
previous night lover
(if only she could call him so
rather more sort of a customer)
and the remains of the night
strained her nerves
she needs a drink
she said to herself
and it is going to be
a long long day
waiting for the night to fall
another lover
or may be
the old one
who knows
she has a house to run
a child to feed
a face to paint
a lip to colour
scars to hide
a future only to dream.


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.

My Epitaph

OctPoWriMo Challenge 2013 Day 29

Here lies a woman
whose soul will wonder
even after death
in the misty morning of Dehra
or in the oceanic waves
a longing
a wanderlust
who always smiled
even in pain
and lived her life to the fullest.

Now That You are Away...

OctPoWriMo Challenge 2013 day 28


As I walk through park street,
near the music shop
I see the same ice cream parlour,
but I don't see you standing,
may I ask you why?

As I sit down in the coffee shop,
to sip a cup of coffee
to soothe my strainous nerve,
I look for you,
but I don't find you,
may I ask you why?

When I am at the bar,
drinking that bitter scotch
with just two cubes of ice,
remember it's your favourite,
and our old brand too,
the chair next to me is empty,
may I ask you why?

Everything is perfect
everything is fine,
everything is just the same,
but its only you
and its only I......
may I ask you why?

Life is short
they say,
and you proved it by all way,
and I just wait for my turn,
in some curious funny way.

Memories remain
and they come back often,
I love them at times
and hate them now
as you hated them often...

I don't want memories,
neither good nor bad
I just want you here my dear friend,
as you always been
forever for me,
I want things to be just the same.........

Many a people joined hands to make the person "I am" but the first person who instigated me to write poetry and form a blog was my dear friend who passed away for a better abode in heaven. Now my husband provides me the inspiration to carry on writing.Even in the hardest of times writing is the best stress buster.  But without Abhinandan I wouldn't have started and my writings would have been mere scribbles in bits of paper lying here and there.

The morning newpaper

OctPoWriMo Challenge 2013 Day 27

Early morning and a cup of tea
and usually a relaxed me
but it's not the same today
for my heart is not happy and gay
eight bomb blast in a row
my heart beat has gone slow
6 six killed
and injured more
blood shed and gore
as eyes flicker and tears roll down
they say Indian Muhajidin wears the crown.


Today's morning paper made me sad. Front page photo a wounded man(may be dead) is being taken away. Though it was yesterday's prompt, a busy Sunday had taken away my poetry time...with a much relaxed mood I thought I would write the poem today but the news just rocked me. 

Grandpa

OctPoWriMo challenge 2013 day 26

..and he walked with a stick,
and the little I held his hand tight,
all went for a walk on every evenings,
especially on Sundays
when together we went to meet his friends
in his club,
awed eyed I watched him talk,
as he played cards or carom,
he was my hero,
the smile he smiled,
the stories he told on sleepy
afternoons hot and humid,
the place he had in my heart,
the place he still has,
the time well spent,
those fond days,
me and my grandpa,
a memory so cherised,
a memory that is well kept.

I often miss my grand pa but unfortunately when he passed away he called out my name..i was not with him. It was a Christmas eve. I was out with my friends. I promised my mom that I would be there early morning next..but he passed away at 12 midnight. My father Christmas gone forever. We have stopped celebrating Christmas from that time for Christmas is never the same with out him. I miss you Grand pa..and believe me today I am really the way you want me to be..hopefully I try to be a good human being.

Celebrations

OctPoWriMo Challenge 2013 Day 25


As the night welcomes dawn
as the new day arrive
I celebrate life every day
in a new way.

A box full of Cadbury Celebrations
a mouthful of chocolates
a happy heart
and I celebrate life.


To me small things matter in life...so I wrote two short poems for the prompt today. The second one is for the kid in me