Strange Lovers

I remember the day I first saw you - walking through the glass doors , shyly looking around till you spotted me. I guess you were more nervous than me - meeting like that for the first time after a month or two of talking online some nights.

I wonder,he said

how could strangers not feel odd

unless I met you.

He thought of the first time she asked to meet. He wanted to watch the movie and her company was not a big price. He got reminded of the warm smile and the non stop talks after the movie - she could talk all time and still would not mind his silence.

broken by people,

whom she thought would keep her safe,

a stranger held her.

Today It doesn't feel so weird, that we are together.

Today it feels so comfortable, like it was planned forever.

Monday

It rules
the head
if not heart;
providing
for the
notorious
playmates
that keep
humans
slogging
through the
weekdays;
This monarch
turning away
from recent fun,
yet making plans
for the next.

Rogue Flower

kindness lives long
so the wild one thought,its eyes
set on castle wall;

little did king know
rogue petals flourish not
chaos bleeds life.

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For Carpe Diem

Don't forget to remember

Remember
not once
but every passing day,
how words have lifted,
your spirits,
your smiles,
in times
of cold silence,
laced with heaving
moments
of loneliness.

Remember
not once
but every passing day
to ponder
and spread
the same words
and few more
to souls around,
we all need
validations alike.

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Initially prompted @ Poetic Aside

Also posted to 3ww

confessions

sugar coated words

hurt no less;no more my love

truth sets the heart free

life forever sets

your deeds against icebergs

kept safe by wisdom

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Inspired by Haiku Height , Thursday Theme , Carpe Diem

Her freedom

It was her ticket to freedom
or so she thought..

lying naked on the floor,
that rapidly changed color
from her innocent blood,

facing the half open door,
that once held secure
her imaginary family roots.

the rapidly changing floor
drew monsters around her
like zombie carnival.

Nearly dead she lay there
lacking all color and beauty,
that once helped her in hiding.

Like flickering candlelight,
life played games in her body
deciding the last threads.

The feelings were in place
and the reasons too for once,
death embroidered the scene.

a scene of theft and murder,
of wishful hatred and plunder,
of price one pays for others.

It was her ticket to freedom
or so she thought ..

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I swear I do not know the complete story. I need to re write this with full background and filling in the picture a bit more. but I do hope you try to make a story here till then ..

Written for OSI . Sunday Scribblings , Sunday Whirl

Love you always

( Translation follows  below )

पिछले एक साल से ,
और उस से भी एक दो महीने पहले से
मेरे कई किस्सों में तेरी झलक ही थी -

वो होटल में आँखें चुराती मैं,
भीड़ में तुझको देख मुस्कुराती मैं,

तेरे हर ख़ुशी के मौके में नाचती मैं,
तेरे आंसूं में पल पल मरती मैं,

तेरी बाहों में सही गलत भूलती मैं,
तेरी आँखों में कसमे वादे ढूँढती मैं,

तेरे प्यार में हर दिन निखरती मैं,
तेरी चाहत में हर पल बहकती मैं,

तेरे वादों को याद कर शर्माती मैं
तेरे होठों को छु कर सिमटती मैं

तेरे दिल में बसाए घर में इठलाती मैं
तेरी साँसों में मेरी खुशबू मिलाती मैं

तेरी मैं
सिर्फ तेरी ...

मेरा तू
आज - कल था - कल रहेगा
हमेशा .. सिर्फ मेरा ।

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I do not want some of you to put this into a translation box and trying to understand this poem. so here it is  :

In last one year
and a few months added to that,
I wrote so many times about you -

Me in the hotel room stealing glances,
yet smiling only once i spot you in a crowd.

Dancing in each of your celebrations,
dying bit by bit in the tears that you let fall,

forgetting all the right and wrong in your arms
finding some cliched promises in your eyes,

finding myself pretties each day from your love,
feeling myself tripping in your passion,

blushing in secret as I think of you
losing myself as my lips touch yours,

feeling at home in this heart of yours,
leaving my scent behind in life of yours,

Am yours,
just yours.

You are mine,
from yesterday till tomorrow,
every tomorrow , forever mine.
just mine.

cheers my darling !
Love you हमेशा  (always)  :D

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He wrote this for me *dances*

Closure

She had too much time to decide the best approach. Her life was no secret to him yet some things deserve a proper closure. Even Love, and more importantly hate for someone's love.
she sipped the last of her wine and tossing the glass off the balcony , followed suit. Her revenge was complete.

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for Inspiration Monday , Theme thursday , Fridayflash 55

Dessert

drab or sinful dark,
liquid tendrils inviting
heart pulsates to eat

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written for 3ww , theme thursday

He

a love like birdsong,
found reason to be subscribed,
he rescues my pain


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This is dedicated to the love of my life ( though I doubt he will read this unless asked. and might not understand unless explained :P )

Written for Haiku Heights , Carpe diem , sunday scribblings

Dreams of dance

I see him in dreams.Like last night, we were dancers -  brilliant , passionate and stunning. You know what I mean ? Like totally WOW.  We look good together, don't we ? So last night ,we performed in a room with mirrors,multiple "we",passion multiplied.


Many such entries were torn the day she killed him.

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Written for Picture It & Write

Preserved

Her screams echoed in dark - of passion , rage , lust and hate. she hated herself , her body , her inability to love. she could not accept,she was not to love, but to make love to her masters.She placed herself on fire once,literally. Plastic of her machinery preserved her death forever.

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Prompted by  Picture it & Write (  anew picture prompt site I discovered recently)
Also for G Man's fridayflash 55

Dusk

her eyes await,
birds to return;memories
adore the dusk sky

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Written for Carpe diem , Haiku-heights

To do , or not.

I was meeting him after an year. Time , how it changes. From having every meal together , 5 days a week and the monthly movie night; today we stood facing each other trying to find the similarity and the differences in each other.The very air around us was charged with anticipation.

you look stunning.
I always do, I prefer to assume.
And the same tongue too I see.
Blame yourself darling for putting words in my mouth for all senseless talks.
So you admit, you talk non-sense.
Only with you. So you won't have trouble following the conversation.
Ah! that too a favor on me ?
not really. Its an art i practice on you.

I looked around as people walked by us, and yet none of us wanted to either move to a comfortable location or walk away from each other. There was no reason for us to meet. And yet, down to every bone in my body, I always knew we would meet some day and stand in middle of road, deciding which road to take next. Finally he spoke.

you are getting married soon.
Is that a question r statement ?
A request.
why do you have to be the center of all dramas ?
you prefer adventure , I suppose.
always.
Lets do it each other's way then.
You marry some one you want and then run away with me.
you know I can not love two people at same time.
you do not have to love me.
but I do.
then marry me.
I can not.
why not ? I thought that's what you came here for.
You never asked, what I came for.
I am asking now.
Ask properly.
Get lost !
Lets run away.
right now ?
your call.
Wait! you are married right ?
yeah. you too.
Lucky guy.
totally.

And then we hugged, knocking out each other's breath with the strong embrace and a kiss that would seal our paths as one, forever.

I was meeting him after an year. Time , how it changes. From having daily skype calls and emailing long love notes while we fought our parents who could not accept us, we were finally married, away from all yet so much happy for the time being.

My real hero walked hand in hand with me as the lights came up on the busy street.

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Linked to Magpie Tales , Two shoes , The Sunday Whirl

Reasons

The dream of new dresses was turning dismal while the image of her luscious body too faded in comparison to food on table.He knew she needed better reason to lose weight.While she waffled such thoughts in her diary,he made a pass at her best friend.The gym membership was renewed next day.

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Written for G-Man's friday flash55 , 3WW

PS : This happens to be my 55th post :D

Death

around his death bed

the winds howl her blue feelings

paradise looks dull

--

Written for Sunday Scribbling , Haiku Height , Carpe diem

A Wish

if it could be true,
she wished for scripted peace,
tulips smile for her.

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written for Haiku height , Carpe diem , OSI

Yesterday

time always leaves
windows into days gone by
you might need again

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for Carpe Diem , Theme Thursday , Imaginary Garden

G-Man

you read it right.
Its not "He-Man" (liked him as a kid),
now I prefer reading G-Man over him.
There is not an idle moment on his blog,
nor a tale that can not be told.
come Friday,the nagging ideas pace in head,
till some tale,for him, is finally penned.

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This is dedicated to G-Man and his friday flash fiction.

And for Alphabe Thursday -G

Also linked to 3WW

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My first self published book of poetry is available on kindle :

FRAGMENTS

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