Inspirational Art: courtesy Nithya ( A really good amateur artist!)
Is that all there is to a dream-come-true?
Life spiralled down into normalcy,
As I continue to wait for indulgent mirth.
The glorious moment slunk away silently,
leaving me no chance for leisurely reminiscence.
Is that all there is to a dream-come-true?
We still exchange the same pleasantries-
About the weather, the traffic, the bitter coffee.
Can't you see the bounce in my gait,
the glow on my face?
Is that all there is to a dream-come-true?
A thrill that raced past,
A smattering of disbelief, tears and prayer,
A faint recollection of sweet success,
rapidly replaced by dreams anew?
She peered deep into his eyes, He quickly averted his gaze
A violent storm brews in the distance
Can you hear the Screaming Silence of Anger?
She touched his fingertips hesitantly, He squeezed her palm tight
A cool mountain breeze nudges them closer
Can you hear the Calm Silence of Trust?
She ran her toe up his leg slowly, He wet his lips hungrily
The wet smell of rain mixes with the pungent smell of sweat
Can you hear the Moist Silence of Lust?
She laid her head on his shoulder, He kissed her forehead lightly
Deafening thunderclaps, a blinding crack of lightening
Can you hear the Choking Silence of Grief?
A single teardrop escaped her eye, He wrapped her in his embrace
The moon glows softly in the clear night sky
Can you hear the Gentle Silence of Love?
Be beautiful
- enthrall me
Be mysterious
- excite me
Be rewarding
- please me
Be difficult
- motivate me
Be vengeful
- anger me
Be punishing
- humble me
But why be confusing
- and puzzle me
and depress me
and annoy me?
Most of the time I just love life. But there are times like these when I can't hate it more...
PS: I know this is not great poetry, I was not even attempting one. I guess my mood is evident...
The Air I breathe
brews inside me
into a passionate storm.
The Waters of the ocean
evoke in me
a deep silent longing.
Earth, the eternal charmer,
She beckons me
to her far corners.
Someday I will fly
and become Queen
of the unconquered Sky
The Fire burns-
I live.
I live-
The Fire burns.
Tag: 55 word poem
PS: Thanx to . : A : .
He peered down from the top of the cliff. Steeling his nerves, he put one leg into the air. The calm sea below was both inviting and intimidating. The sheer height made his head reel. He was going to make his own destiny, shackle Fate’s hands and defeat her. He gazed into the sky savoring his last few moments, when he saw a faint white light. Sun's rays were creeping in, rapidly turning night to day. Behind him the stars shone brighter than ever while before him the sun was making its grand entry. Fate was beckoning to him with a glint in her eyes. The enormity of the moment made him feel small, alone and insignificant, all at once. There was no choice, there never had been. There was no changing destiny, no challenging Fate, no last laugh. But this journey itself had been inevitable. Smiling to himself, he began his slow descent from the cliff, clutching Life tighter with every step.
Their eyes met. He was rooted to the spot, a few feet away. They were locked in a virtual embrace, while parallel worlds moved on. Odes recited, promises exchanged, unsaid words, a tiny flutter…she smiled, he raised a hand to his heart…The light turned green, she turned left, he turned right. A deep calm prevailed...
PS: I would have thought a story in 55 words next to impossible. Kudos to whoever started the tag!
The scent of fresh ink,
The brilliant blue…
The mild yellow of ageing paper,
The soft crinkle…
The scratching of pen on paper,
The sound of flowing words…
The embossed flower in a corner of the sheet,
The unsaid greeting…
The long fluent hand,
The slight slant…
The feel of the etched words,
The writer’s touch…
Alas! How I miss them all...
....And I got this pleasant surprise from velvetgunther, Special thanks to him :
This makes my post complete
The journey had begun…
Silhouettes of trees rapidly flew by, forgotten faces flashed by, awakening random memories, casting shadows on her thoughts…
She ran into sea’s embrace, the roaring waves welcoming her. They lashed around her feet, threatening to carry her away and drink her up.
The foaming waves, the salty spray, the deep blue sea, soft skies, smoky clouds, melted together like a melody- another one of nature’s symphonies.
She stood atop the mountain, great skies above, deep sea below, savoring the sweet scent of wet grass, resisting the urge to take a plunge, resisting the urge to take flight…
Twilight set in, she bade sad farewell to the day as the sun retired behind the clouds...
Lo and behold, out came the moon to put the smile back in her eyes.Caressed by a soft breeze, she lolled in the moonlight and fell into a dreamy slumber, smiling shyly as she entered her prince’s arms.
PS: Inspired by a weekend trek in Gokarna, Karnataka, India.
