Shape of Love

what shape should I chose
this fortnight,
to leave a mark,
when I sink my teeth
into your
tanned skin?
what shape should my fingers
chose to teach
you tonight,
as I put the balm
on the scars
of sleepless eyes ?

"unlimited is your reach",
you whisper in my ears
as you curl me up in a shape
that fits in your embrace,
a shape that is always new
like the love I draw for you.

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.

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

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

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

Lost Love

she lost love to her insecurities
to low self esteem,to baseless fears
she tapped to hard,a love so glassy
she lost love to her insecurities
the tragic conversations,a bit too many
he listened,but maybe she did not hear.
she lost love to her insecurities
to low self esteem,to baseless fears.



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Written for OSI , Sunday Whirl

Wedding : joys and pain

Mother and daughter
looking ahead , looking away
a wedding awaits

a wedding awaits

sweet pain of separation

dreams of new life.

family tree spreads

new branches, new memories

love and moments flow

Prompted for Haiku my heart , Haiku heights , OSI

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Indian Summer

the lazy bones yearn,
late summers refuse to move
winter knocks on door.


( An Indian summer is a heat wave that occurs in the autumn. It refers to a period of considerably above-normal temperatures, accompanied by dry and hazy conditions, usually after there has been a killing frost. )

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Written for Carpe diem , OSI , Haiku Friday

Winters

full moon tonight
she waits for him to return
end of her winters;

nearby a beaver
gathers food , fur and hopes
for cozy winters;

seasons come and go
some creatures nest,some let go
varied reactions.


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Written for Carpe diem , OSI  , Open Link night @ dVerse Poets
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Marriage

A bed of roses
they together walked upon
healing scars from past.

healing scars of past

they sow seeds of love and care -

tree of happy life.

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Prompted @ OSI , Carpe Diem , Haiku Height , Theme Thursday

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Black Coffee

It was the same cafe,

or so she thought;

the smiling face at the counter,

guiding everyone about

every cup billed for,

recommending just the right one,

scoring more smiles

from the kind old coffee lovers,

a nod from the new ones,

and an occasional "thank you".

It was all the same

or so she thought

till he read her thoughts,

knew how she sheltered

her pain within the coffee

and sipped on,

ignoring the black coffee

she so hated,

but upgraded her taste still.

Written for The Sunday Whirl , OSI , Sunday Scribblings
Linked to Open Link night - the one place that never ceases to inspire me :D

Dear Sister

Long time ago,
I sang few lines,
praises of you
and your love
that fills my time;
I wonder if you
remember this
or let those thoughts
behind some where
as you moved on;
so today I thoguht
to try once more,
to appeal to you
with my ways
of dealing words.
will you like
to hear of clothes
the fabrics and colors,
the random mix and match
some lovely, some odd?
Or would you prefer
to hear of the stuff
full of glitter and gloss,
part real,part not
some precious,some lost.
Or maybe you can
finally cherish
the spaces this poem charts,
the smiles that shine free
even as we stand world apart.

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Prompted @ OSI , sunday Scribblings , OctPoWriMo

Absence

He has been absent
for long;
the doorknob gone cold,
the mats heavy and dull
awaiting his footsteps
that led more to her
than to the house in all.
she has been waiting
so long;
the recipie books torn,
the stoves left to gather dust,
awaiting him in next chair,
her gaze fixed
on stale food,his empty chair.
In an old cemetry he lies,
wondering how long
she could hold on to hopes,
In the adjacent grave she lies
wondering how long
he would take to be home.
The food,the home,
the warmth, the love,
all lost.long ago.


Prompted @ OSI , Magpie Tales

Starved

constant starvation -
her love for words kept aside,
she feeds his silence.

Prompted @ September Height , OSI

Old photos

memories echo
between old photos found
smiles within the tears

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Prompted @ OSI (echo) , September Heights (day 10 - pepper)

What beauty does

may soothe or violate
the silver orb that will hypnotise
beauty with a price ?

Prompted @ September Height - Day 4 , OSI , Sunday Scribblings

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