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Rhyming across continents

Sushma

It’s Peaceful

Soft music playing

Eyes are misty

But

I don’t need them open

to see you

My fingers caress the air

now and then

I don’t need to actually touch

to feel you

But

My fingers still raise

I know not

Why?

and

Every-time they raise

 a surge,

of love?

Doesn’t matter what

“I smile”

After 4 years

I still feel the same

and

“more”

much more

it is no longer

LOVE

love doesn’t cause this

A

spontaneous welling up,

to my surprise

a drop falls

followed by another

This is not supposed to happen

I’m a man!

strong and willful

But

I now know

finally

what I knew all along

I’m just not in love

this is life

Mine?

no longer

what is life

without

A

Heart

Mine flew with you

So don’t despair

my love

You have company,

It is I

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Simple Truth

 

Words

were always easy

Truth

was always hidden

Simple

as they sound

 

Words pour out

just to

stop

at the edge of my

mouth

 

“Why?”

My Heart demands

“Not Now”

My Brain throws back

“But it is the truth”

 

The struggle

was a year

old

always losing

society, family, religion

were reasons

against it

love

was the only strength

for it

 

Twenty Ten

was all then

Now in ’11

is when

I tell myself

I CAN!

 

Tell

the world

what is

simple and true

in

my words

honest and humble

for

my angel

beautiful and true

 

I, as flawed as possible

love, as more than ever

You, for now and forever

Sushma, the first ray

of

my new dawn!

143

in our code 🙂

 

This was part of Jingle’s Thursday poetry rally.

Thanks Jingle

 

This poem won me the perfect poet award at Jingle’s week 37 Rally. I nominate Kavita for the next week.

 

A poem for you

is worth all the awards from the world

A word from you

is worth all the words from the world

A smile from you

is worth all the happiness from a flower

love from you

is worth all the good things of this life

Two Words

to

Jingle

From US

Thank You!

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Me, my words and Her

 

Every Year

For 30

Always me

Boring me

Selfish me

 

This Year

there’s

NO

me

There’s just

words

sometimes

rhyming

strung together

joining you

and

me

 

Before you

thank

me

know that

this is from

NOT

me

 

An Angel

believed

in

me

Loved me

Helped me

Saved me

She

gliding along

with

her wings of beauty

and

a

heart of gold

Me

and my words

flowing along

up on cloud #9

in

2010

 

 

Image by Iantonana

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I’m growing

This is my life.

It has no meaning,

fast losing hope,

losing the innocence.

 

This is the moment,

the beginning of a turning point.

I’m waking up to the world.

The years of happiness,

play,

care-free are fading into the past.

The bleak future is staring into my eyes.

I have the urge to write my life,

but I lack the heart to write.

What is there to write?

Death – An uncommon thought which is coming up again and again.

The turning point is here.

I wish I can stop.

But wishes will not always come true.

 

I want to stop now.

Go to sleep.

But then, I’ll just realize

that

I lost my dreams too.

I hope this is just for today.

I smile!

I know it is not just for today.

What is the question?

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365 days

since

you said YES

Yesterday,

all it took

was

just a few words

before

NO was said.

 

365 days

at

the-end-of-the-day

always

you say

Yes

 

Today

pick up the phone

and say

YES,I forgive you!

 

Without you

365 minutes

is all

I can stay!

 

Without a YES

there

is NO start to

my day

 

Image from here

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Rhyming of Writing

I’m not a poet
Not yet a writer
I’m not persistent
Nor consistent
Everyday I think
of a story
Someday I will
write my true story
Today, I do the easy
a quick poem…


Some-days I see
my friends
with their chapters
Why can’t I write
like Ollin or Lisa
Maybe they think
Why can’t I rhyme
like keshav and Kavita


I think. I dream. I Imagine
and I talk
But I know
I just have to write

I’m not a poet
Not yet a writer
I can play
with my words
Every word like clay
hoping to
mold an’ create


For a moment
Let me stop
the play
Just to tell you
a story



I dream of writing a book. A story of truths or maybe truth about stories. Start was great, a plan was made – 30 Minutes a Day. But plans do not reinvent the man. I’m still a man, most-times rhyming and sometimes writing, always dreaming to become a writer.


This a story
of a poem
OR
A poem
in a story
Short and rhyming
from
a poet
who is
Not yet a writer


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He is a man
who
changed
mankind



He was a man
just as any man
Thin as a reed
Squinting as may be



What he said
Nations listened
Where he walked
Humanity followed



A tiny speck
who refused to be blown
in him
was a
spark
which ignited
a million hearts



He was a man
who lived the truth
loved the enemy
cared for the friend



He was a man
with a principle or two
Truth was one
Violence was NOT the other



He was just a man
who saw MAHATMA
in
every other man

My tribute to the father of my Nation on his Birthday. I’m in the middle of his Autobiography, “Gandhi – My Experiments with Truth”, if you haven’t read this then please do so. This is not your average run-of-the-mill boring autobiography (Although this is my first).

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