Be

To be or not to be is an old delimna. What to be and what not to be is my current thought.

Be strong,
Be confident,
Be proud,
Be the best.

But more than that , i do not just want to be the way i am 'cause thats the only thing i know for now. Neither i can be any and all of these just by thinking. I rather want to become.

Become brave
Become confident
Become wiser
Become observant

How to be like this is what haunts me. I do not know wether am i doing it right. Or whom to seek feedback from when in doubt. But i am willing to keep seeking till i have the answers or a path forward to become the person i want to be. To be happy from myself and be able to challenge all odds. To be able to love myself as much as i love the people who matter.

Accept

Accept what is,
Without bias,
Without fear.

Think it as
A beginning
Of new reality

Or maybe
It will end
All that is dear.

Accept yourself
Just the way you are
Uniquely flawed,

This could be
The very end
Of all masks

Or the birth
Of someone
You better hide.

Accept the challenge
To explore
And question

End the silence
That makes
Most noise n head,

Let the music play
Welcome
A new you.A new way.

.....

Written for A to Z challenge , poetic asides Poem A Day challenge

Free to fly

The feet tapped to the music,she hummed along mindlessly. Suddenly she looked at her feet , the trinklets , the toe rings and she smiled at the symbols which others consider as being tied down. She on the other hand had found her wings. As she turned back to her work ,she scribbled this -

Sometimes freedom is in being trapped by love, with love. 

Colors

I love winters. I love colors. So finally I get to wear socks :D
I bought 4 pairs last week - each a different color.
Here's the first one I wore :









Was checking Luke Parker 's blog and read these lovely six-word stories.
He further re-directed me to Jamie's post about the same. Two posts and multiple six word stories later , I was tempted enough to try few -

Bright colors. blinding lights. fluid Illusions.

**

battle scars. resentment rises. peace buried.

 

Fake parts, plastc smiles - beauty harvest.

Paintings on her wall imagined loneliness.

**

her hair color - matched his personality.

Ok, I should stop :D
Do try a few and let me know !

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.

--
Prompted @ OSI , sunday Scribblings , OctPoWriMo

I sleep well (for me)

"You just dont get it",
he throws the words at me,
and I cant stop laughing.
"I can not sleep in patches",
is all I have to say,
I can not also sleep,
knowing I have to write,
or when my fav show is on tv
or I suddenly remember
a book I left unread last night.
There are many hours,
that I know I should sleep,
and a few more when I could,
but I give it up for reasons,
I can not make any sense
or convince him any day
I too sleep well.

--

My second poem for OctPoWriMo ( so much for tryign to write 20 poems atleast this month :P )

Deserving lovers

She wished to be together
given any chance,
and yet
there she was,
he was some place else;
she wished to hold him forever
entice him with words
or actions
whatever that might work,
yet he was somplace else;
she understood today
she could have followed him
and yet
here she is
savoring the love of one,
who deserves her,here and now.

Prompted @ 3WW