Solved puzzle

She was a puzzle
he solved watching her eyes that
were spilling clues...

Nostalgia haiku

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Wave of thoughts hit still
rock of memories; Splashes
of nostalgia....

Walking down the
memory lane nostalgia
pricks; Bittersweet thorn!

Six word stories

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"Wanted pure virgin for qualified playboy!"

"Childhood gone; My imaginary friends vanished!"

"Backspace buried unsaid words; Concealed emotions."

"Together, but our hearts never talked."

"Smiling lips, Empty heart, Incompletely Complete."

"Best friends, Ears poisoned, Bitter enemies"

"Baby's first flute song, melodious disturbance."

Sometimes, you are forced to grow up!

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Once upon a long time
I was innocent, gullible and naive
Chirpy, bubbly and very soft as clay
I was a great source of fun and play

Soon, I was taken for granted
My innocence was exploited
When I finally did realize this,
I felt very weak and defeated

I cried in the furnaces of sorrow
My heart hardened with every teardrop
Then, in the heart of hearth I resolved to grow
Changing myself according to the life's flow

My innocence was lost in the bylanes of life
It bled away in the massacres and strife
Purity of emotions left me no solace
Isn't it wise to twist according to the life's pace?

I've to say strength has a cost,
you have to pay
Before all you know and all you
love is forever lost!


Inspired by my own status @ Facebook

Struggles in life make you a stronger person but it also dissolves the innocent chirpiness you have!!

Art of pottery inside poetry

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There is an unknown potter hidden inside every poet. He prepares clay by mixing his thoughts and words. He gracefully dances on it making the rhythm of his emotions flow through his feet dipped in imagination. Then, he puts this kneaded clay on the spinning wheel of creativity and slowly with his warm hands of poetic skills, he molds it beautifully verse by verse engraving some patterns of metaphor and rhyme. Now, he takes out the sculpted object and bakes it in the kiln of grammar checks to burn out the moisture of common errors remaining within it which finally brings out a perfect pottery piece called poetry!

Radha Krishna ~ Divine love ♥

How are we separated
When I am in you
and you are in me?

How are we disconnected
When we find each others reflection
in the mirror of our soul?

Rainbow dreams

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Hope kisses
aim; rainbow dreams paint
my heart sky

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What's rainbow?
Nature's painting on
sky canvas!


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If you could see poetry through my eyes....

I am surrounded by people who think
poetry as a worthless art and a waste of time
I pity them for they couldn't see
the beauty of words decorated with rhyme

Poetry isn't mad writings
on dirty old paper
It is an art of binding emotions
using words as wrapper

If you could see poetry through my eyes.....

Poetry is an art of playing
the rhythm of heart's melody
Poetry is an art of giving wings
to your soul setting your spirit free

Poetry is an art of teaching
words to your pen and making it speak
Poetry is an art of giving breath of words
to your imaginations which are at its peak

Poetry is an art of raining
words when breeze of creativity touches cloud of thoughts
Poetry is an art of reaping words
in the mud of emotions held by creativity pots

Poetry is an art of creating magic
by giving concrete form to your abstract raw thoughts
Poetry is an art of completing a puzzle
by connecting appropriate word dots

Poetry is an art of drawing
a rainbow of words on the paper sky
Poetry is an art of touching hearts
by evoking emotions, anything from joy to sigh

Poetry is an art of sewing a necklace
by binding pearls of words using the thread of emotions
Poetry is an art of dedicating that beautiful necklace
to the mother of writing - Literature.

Unseen rainbow

Unseen rainbow is her heart
coated in black and white
when you explore it with the map of love,
you unveil the real her with colors smiling bright =]

The last page of my notebook

The last page of my notebook...

A place where I check
whether my pen is working or not
A place where I calculate
the percentage out of the marks I got

The last page of my notebook...

A place where I play the game
of flames with my secret crush's name
Then strike it off so that no one sees
and not giving a chance for my best friend to tease

The last page of my notebook...

A place where I chat
with my friend when the class is going on
Unable to listen
the boring lecture going on since morn

The last page of my notebook...

A place where I note
important questions for the upcoming exam
A place where I scribble
random things or even try drawing the funny face of Ma'am

The last page of my notebook...

A place where I write
beautiful lines of my favorite song
A place where me and my friend play
tic-tac-toe with marks of right and wrong

The last pages of our notebooks...
aren't just pages, They are much more...
They are precious diaries...
where I unknowingly treasure our teenage memories...

P.s. While cleaning my shelf, I glanced upon the last pages of my notebooks. Each scribble on them had a story to tell. They all reminded me my college days! Ah!! miss those days really!! :(

So, What's in your last pages of notebooks? Please share few things :)

Who am I?

My soul scattered to multiple reflections
when subjected to the prism of changing time
Each reflection holds a part of me
Who can say which reflection of me is real?
Which reflection can be an answer to my question -
"Who am I?"

P.s. The words 'soul' and 'reflection' have a different meaning in my poem. What I mean by soul is : the integral and central nature associated to a person
and what I mean by reflection is : the set of thoughts that form a person's personality.

A quote on 'Quote'

I have been fond of quotes since my childhood. Quotes are one of the reasons that I got inspired to write. There is a hidden story behind every quote. A quote simply envelopes a story and its essence within few lines. I enjoy reading them a lot because they are sweet and short yet speak in lengths! As I'm too lazy to read books, quotes capture my interest with their brevity. Quotes are just amazing!!

My quote dedicated to all the 'Quotes' that inspired me :)

A Quote is like a seed that implicitly contains the tree of wisdom, It sprouts in our soul when it is nourished with realization.

Feelings of hijra - I am a human, but, never treated that way :(

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Imprinted in minds of the society as
the person who is incomplete and imperfect
But, I am the part of nature's creation,
a human being who deserves equality and respect

To my parents,
I am burden and bad name
To my siblings,
I am the matter of shame

Abandoned and driven away from homes
as they thought I was threat to their reputation
Is it my fault that I'm born this way?
society snatched away my basic rights, I've no identity, no recognition

The layers of makeup on my face
conceals many unknown feelings
Can stares filled with hatred and taunts
ever capture those hidden meanings?

My body has become an object
of fun and entertainment
My life has become a subject
to have fun and gossip about

People give me names like '.5', '2 in 1'...
call me with strange whistles and boos
Everyday, I go through humiliation and tease
Whom should I complain? Who will listen to me and address all these?

During normal days,
people stare at me as if they've seen a strange insect
But, during special occasions, when they need my blessings
Strange!! how they suddenly turn so sweet and treat me with respect!

Is it a sin
to identify myself as female having a male body?
Can the way I want to live my life
be decided and directed by anybody?

Society has left me with three options
Bless, beg or turn to a prostitute...
Don't I deserve to lead life just like any other person
exploring different paths, possibilities and routes?

I am not just my body or my attire
there is something more precious, if one could notice
a complete heart within a body which is tagged 'imperfect'
that carries various emotions and a million dreams

I am no different human being
treat me not like an alien, I am not so strange
Strange is this mean society that got blinded in 'ignorance'
and couldn't accept me as equal and same

Budding poetry

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When I first read poems
I used to feel
Ah!!...Poetry is such a bliss!
Can I ever write something like this?

There was a time
I used to rhyme
forcibly and insensibly
without much meaning or feeling

To write something
was the only wish
So, I used to scribble thoughts
though they were stupid and rubbish

I used to turn
to make my friends hear my awful poetry
They sometimes used to run
when they saw who was approaching, me!!

Budding poetry
never a perfect one
But, it is a learning experience
for future poems to be beautifully done!

While I was cleaning my shelf, I saw an old book with my initial poems. As I started reading, I couldn't control my laughter as they were so funny and stupid :D I felt "Is this me who wrote all this nonsense? :P Now, I understand why my friends used to run away when I told them to read my poems :P" Nevertheless, still I love my initial works as they laid foundation to my future works :)

  Sharing some of my initial poems, Read them at your own risk :P

Long ago in red sea

There was a red sea which was deep
Where there lived an octopus which fell asleep
When it woke up, It was hungry, It saw a yellow fish
It chased it to make a good dish
While chasing, It saw a huge blue whale
By seeing whale's red eyes, It's face turned pale
The whale chased it like a jet
But the whale was trapped in the net

Story of Edd

There was Edd
Who was dressed in red
While he was going ahead
He met with an accident on his head
In hospital, he fell on the bed
Everyday he was eating only bread
With that food he was always fed
Nurse came again with bread
"I want something different", He said
Nurse came with milk and bread
Looking at bread he was more fed
To his anger this had led
"I want something different", angrily he said
The nurse came with jam and bread
He was extremely irritated and said
"I want to live up to hundred years! You dumb head!
With your stupid deeds don't break my head"
She left the place with tears shed
Then he said,"I think she has no brain in her head"
Next day she came with juice instead of bread
Happily he drunk it and said
Thank God! at least now you got what I said
Then she replied,"Sorry sir, In that juice there was a powder of bread"
Listening to that he had gone mad and struck his head
His face turned like letter 'Z'
This is the story of poor Edd!

Story written as poem

Long ago, there was a hungry crow
It was searching for food in snow
After a long search, It got a piece of bread
"Thank God!, I got some food", it said
Then the fox came there in the search of food
And told the crow that its voice was good
Then the fox asked it to sing a song
When the crow sung, the bread did not last long
Then the crow realized that what it had done was wrong
So, Never believe people who flatter
Always keep in mind this matter

Friendship

Friendship is the noblest thing is this whole world
It is precious than silver or gold
It is the treasure that can be bought or sold
It is something which a person should always hold
It is the path from which one shouldn't be deviated and stay bold

Rainbow heart

Her heart is a rainbow to a person who could capture the color of her emotions...

I am alone...and I am happy!!

I am the clown of them all, An object of their mocking voices,
they don't really see me, I'm lost within those noises.

When I speak the truth....it hurts!!...and I'm shunned,
But, they don't realize that sweet lies benefit none.

I mask myself with dreams and colors,
They hide their hearts behind colored veils of pretense.

Alone within myself is better than being alone with a murderous crowd,
I enjoy my own company for when I am alone I am happy!

Origami

Ah! its raining!!
Let us make paper boat
drop it on surface of water
and look at it merrily float

Let us create paper frog
and make it jump
Look at the children racing with it
and see their excitement pump

Let us create paper bird
color it, and make it flap and fly
Or try making a plane
throw it into air aiming the sky

Shape the paper
fold by fold
illustrate any entity,
create in real, your imaginary world

Isn't it amazing
when a piece of paper
turns to sculpture
when added a pinch of creativity?!

Origami -
Amazing is this paper art!
One of my favorite hobbies
that made me creative and smart!

Painting of you in my heart

I captured you as color in my eyes and painted a beautiful picture of you in my heart!

Random scribbling

My lips often sealed with silence zips.
But, my pen speaks louder than my lips!

Life of paper boat....

(Photo by Eredel)

Soaked paper boat drowns
with pride, Happy being cause
for many broad smiles

:)        :)         :)

Life of paper boat
so short! But, it echoes joy
that forever lasts!



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