How Did I Got Here?

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So, I decided to take up the OctPoWriMo Challenge once again. I am not sure if I can do all 31 poems or not but I wanted to get back to writing and this is the best opportunity.

There is a kind of vacuum and lot of unwanted stress due to mundane things of life and I want some smiles back which can come back with more positivity than I already have so I thought I will write more. Writing is cathartic. Its passionate. Its love. Its happiness.

I am writing after ages and somehow I have forgotten to make verses and have got more comfortable with random thoughts. As I say this I am smiling, for I used to always say I even think in rhymes. Just how life changes right ? So, lets do this and I hope this make sense and I hope after this challenge I can get back that writing tempo.

So see you around ūüôā

Day I 

I sometimes sit still and wonder
At the serenity that encloses
I wonder if this it is, and ask
How did I get here?

I remember the struggles and pain
The scars are now all so gone
But I know the pain, and wonder
How did I get here?

Life is at a standstill again
I have a long way to reach zenith
But I am glad at being where I feel
How did I get here?

Love and happiness defined my world
And then material is how I found bliss
I am sane, but fidgety, about it all
How did I get here?

I still want the wings to fly across
Wet my feet in the sprinkles of magic
I have wishes unfulfilled and yet
How did I get here?

I detest the face in my mirror
I look at the extra inches and cry
Losing esteem is not my beauty, yet
How did I get here?

I let the enemies get the best of me
I get the opinions overpower my being
I be the best, and feel the worst,
How did I get here?

Engulfing darkness is because unrest
I do not know what I seek next
I want the skies I was flying in once
How did I get here?

I wipe out the tears that are tying
I comb those hairs and line my eyes
A kiss to my being is needed I guess
How did I get here?

As the temperatures start to dip again
I revisit dreams of last year again
And see your reflections smiling at me
How did I get here?

I make that promise of a lifetime again
Of happiness, joy and love sprinkled
I believe in all that I have to find
And romance another route to there

So I can say

I am glad I got here

With you
With myself
And life quota
Of kisses.

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Happy October

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So, October is here and with it #OctPoWriMo too on my blog. Life has been insane, busy and good. I am glad for it. But I hope I can take time out for this commitment.

Hopefully I can do all 31 poems. Might not be as regular like last year but might combine days I miss in one post. I am already a day late. So here comes my¬†¬†posts for two days ūüôā

Day 1:

Contained in a cocooned shell,
Staining paper with emotions,
Hurt at the injustice of destiny,
Losing hope, I still wish, hard.

Hard work  pays, as a ray is seen,
Amidst tough luck, found a peeping hole,
Immersed it was in happy smiles of life,
Surviving, I transformed, from dark to light.

 

Day 2

Just a number it might be, for you,
Written within it, is my memoir, partly.

Born with the destiny number of two,
He transformed my existence innumerably.

Stole breaths, in between words, quite often,
Tears are mine, in remembrances, of all that now.

Silently I smile, thanking their presence,
For in them, lies the beautiful tale, of my life.

( This is written in Couplet Form)

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Written as part of OctPoWriMo Writing Prompt Day 1: Breaking Out of the Box, Day 2: Today is More Than Just a Number (Two)

P.S. : Been a while I wrote a poem so today’s post might not be upto the mark. But in this month, I hope to grow with each post. So, this blog will be updated the most this month. Keep reading and encouraging so I can complete this challenge.

P.S.S. : I wrote this posts at work on notepad app as I promised Morgan on twitter today to participate. It got polished as I sat on computer post work to publish. So hopefully its a sane start.

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Lonely Winters

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When one has accomplished one goal and there is no route to other goals, a kind of emptiness sweeps within. You know you are a bundle of dreams, expectations and desires and yet you are seen as one useless person for you are just waiting. And that sucks like nothing. October and November did that to me. I could still not get out of my city for a vacation and hence the stress quotient wasn’t relieved much and on top of it, illness crept in badly with almost everyone falling ill. So, the month was about medicines, sleeps, arguments, bad moods and what not.

Also, some realizations happened. Some relationships are of sort where  love is too much when apart, and too many disagreements when together.  Nevertheless, too much love kills for there are too many expectations.  But then, we manage for we have to. Again these months were isolated ones, when the social and friend circle were not present any near. So, a really dark winter in a way.

However, October did give one nice¬†occasion¬†to celebrate. A festival we made into a mini celebration for the family. Apart from loads of cooking, self pampering and shopping, we made it a fun day for our cute baby. Since, the baby’s first birthday was a video call one , we decided to bake a cake and celebrate one in our own ways. I managed to bake a cake apart from all other things and one tiny smash cup cake for him. And all of it did get done on time. Nice clothes, loads of photography, much more foods and load and load of smiles the day brought. Baby looked the cutest with his dangling long hair ( which got cut the next day and in a day he transformed from a baby to a big boy). The traditional attire look was best on our angel too but best was him carrying his cup cake in whole house and soiling around even if he hardly ate. ¬†But, the cake was a hit and for the first time my sibling actually said you did bake one awesome cake. Totally worth it all.

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Naked truths stood upfront,
Vacant lies the within
Tears roll across again
To fight inner recesses.

I fall, I detest it
Hidden are all goals
Focused ideas are empty
I am everything but me.

Jar of wishes is ajar
I desire to pick a jelly
Blooming with all love
Yet, that step seems far.

Idle looks my present
To all who sees carelessness
Turmoil I carry across
No one but the mind knows.

Load of expectations kills
Aware I, of all responsibility
The child within wants to play
One last time, like the end.

I reside all alone
In the middle of nowhere
To find a purpose or light
Where lies the path of sight.

An angel exists as a cure
Pairing smiles,  to sad tears
Giving sparks of happiness
And  I smile a bit.

Separation from you was hardest
When sickness found its way
I can never forget your excitement
When I smiled to your jigs.

For that moment I promise to cheer
Once and for all things dear
And say hello to rays
For my little sunshine there.

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Written as part of Lady Nimue’s Month of the Year Writing Prompt-Season 3.

Also Prompted @ 3WW, OSI, The Sunday Whirl, Inspiration Monday, Trifecta and Two Shoes Tuesday.