Struggles and Hope

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Words refuse to flow,and I struggle.
Struggle to survive in land, of magic,
I wonder if this was the end, of the story,
The one that made me smile, with love.

Then I wonder maybe times changed, a lot
From tears to smiles quite a journey, I saw
There isn’t something amiss as I see, across
But the emptiness still knocks on and off, here.

I smile, I fly, I whisper, I do it all, happily
Law of attraction, worked, say, my miracles
In my kitty came all that I waited, for years
Dreams fulfilment were the first step, to destiny.

Then I stir the heart within, seeking some more,
Love, was all I was living for, which is lost, maybe
Around in forms and shapes of blessings, it exist
But in forms I dreamed of always, they show, no light.

Friends, nicety, and lot of good I see around, but then
Life teaches me , selfishness I notice, wariness learnt
Maybe people aren’t that kind, but I am no fool, as well
Family is around, kind people are, and I smile with it all.

Then I desire a bit extra, a little bit more, of settlement
Some more laughs, some deep conversations, and quite much
I wonder, if all that, and much, are around, fulfillment
Or life has bit much more of struggles, for love, and peace.

I jump with excitement, over that name, over that laugh
Love, still makes me, and I desire, a hand, and an embrace
I seek, pure love, of the touch, of that newborn, by us
I believe, I smile, I chose that path again, of true hope.

Hope, excitement, dreams, and a lot more, still like words
And they flow, not just when the heart pains more, I see
So I coin more and more in my imaginations, to feel
As the passion strikes, words flows, and I smile, in bits, much.

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P.S. : I was thinking of putting thoughts to words but then poetry flowed. Thank you Dip for that encouragement. I badly needed to go back to words. I feel so good. I hope to write more now on. Criticism are very much welcome.

P.S.S. : Life has been way too kind. Hope it is so for all my readers too.

Poetic Destiny

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Once upon a time not so long ago
Lived a little girl, with small dreams
Borne in a world, of books and tales
She desired anything but those ways.

Pampered for being the tiniest one
Became a buffoon, as the innocent one
She still loved it all, for she had him
Her childhood hero was her only sibling.

Then a faraway land, called him across seas
At the time, when she was to become a lady
Found a friend, who introduced her to fiction
And started a diary, she called her special one.

She read some, and wrote some fables and tales
It has songs of smiles, and dreams unknown
Of one fairy angel, and maybe a prince charming
But they were just pure scribbles, of a child’s mind.

Then in the struggle to succeed, she saw failure
Tears seemed her destiny, end she predicted
But that was the plan, of the almighty
To gift her the precious, we call literature.

She fell in love with characters like nothing
‘Darcy’ was the prince, and ‘Liz’ the princess
‘Jane Eyre’ is her favorite of them all still
And ‘Mrs. Dalloway’ helped her to think differently.

The hormones had other things in store,
When he walked in the class through that door,
She smiled, and at nights often cried
And hence had her very first poetry writing night.

For days and nights, all she did was read and write
And one day even got few published to reach heights
Like a fresh air, he came and then left,
Touching the heart, even if never the breath.

The little one is now grown up to know
He was indeed her very first muse
A long break of illusion happened then
Later, a guardian made her scribble again.

The muse was different this time
The black characters danced on paper
To relieve her of the pain she kept
She found a world that gave her solace.

She was growing with every written word
Learned the art to fight, and be the strength
Love was what made her heart feel rejoice
 Ambition dictated her smiles, and she conquered.

Running away, from the world that was hers
She finally realized, this was indeed destiny
That her dreamland was this world around
Of classics and rhythms, where she was born.

Written for the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 3: I Wrote a Poem one Day

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Also, Prompted @Inspiration Monday

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I Find You…

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Days like today, I wonder
Where do the words hide
When the heart seek them
On the paper, this blank.

The mighty sword, called pen
Is struggling to spill ink
Spin a wheel, to weave
Maybe a rhyme, or verse.

Often, when the heart smiles
I find you hidden in eyes
Telling a tale of happiness
Wordlessly they, say it aloud.

I find recluse in magic
When tears refuse to stop
Staring at the blank leaf
I find inspiration, to scribe.

To nature, you are closest
Moon smiles, and stars dance
As the rain, sings sonnets
To tell your hiding place.

When these fingers are intertwined
With the ‘one’ I love
I also find you around
As impromptu tales are written.

There are many other places
You hide stubbornly, in need
But I still wish everyday
For your stay, till doomsday.

Written for the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 2-Hiding Places

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Words that Spoke

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I seek inspiration infinite
Berating the black character
Farewell to words I gave once
In the blankness that trapped.

Seasoned is the ink that flows
From the pen lying on desk
They for once take it upon
To rebuke me for all accusations.

The breeze flowing in from panel
Turn those crisp curtains hazy
I hear some mystic happening
Then the letters speak fast.

‘O insensitive human, rise
From the slumber you are
Read me, not just in books
But all around in space.

Bare your heart, and the soul
Let your body dance to music
That comes from the sparrow
Move your curves, flexibly.

Do not argue with me for once
Just feel me in your breath
Lick away the dirt that settles
When all you do is the right.

Be the wrong, be the nude
Passions runs deep within
Why not walk only for desires
Give squint look, to who disagrees.

Late you feel is your fate
But then life is still moving
Click some happiness around
Take the pain all in for smiles.

That tattoo on your body talks sense
Of the time when you lived on terms
You dictated to even the strangers
Now even the waters scares you.

Dive deep into the ocean
Intoxicate your self with vial
Let all that you hide within
Come out, even the hunger.

I am thirsty, like always
For you do injustice, to me
All that you scribble on paper
Is all that is demanded not felt.

Come on, O my dear homo sapien
I need creation from the depth
Soiled in blood, and in lust
Of  hurt, and sorrows .

I want you, traps I detest
Release from your own miseries
So once do not think, at all
Just write, in ink of love”.

Letters danced once again,
As I moved naked on sheets
With words that were mine
Dipped in love of thy.

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Also Prompted @Inspiration Monday, Sunday Scribblings, Theme Thursday, 3WW, OSI , One Minute Writer, NaPoWriMo and Poets United,

A Chef-d’oeuvre

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Scent of the papyrus lured me
Scattered were some letters
Waiting to be weaved once
Into a masterpiece unsung.

A ticket to fame shout head
Flare high the Imaginations
I sit alone in a blank might
Making no sense of empty sheets.

Naked truth are all mine I speak
In the marathon of life
I lost opportunities to think
Not loved my beloved dreams.

Fool you are to feel to write
Says the annoyed head in wonder
I smirk at his foolish thoughts
For head never rhymed for me.

Let me cry for all miseries
In the embroidery I made
Filled puzzles full of convulsions
Unleashed I, with empty alphabets.

Characters make no history
Write O fool, utter head
I scribble not some art
For words are in combat

Cheated them, in hallucinations
To equate  wealth as happiness
In rush to earn and fly high
I blocked all literary quests.

Hiding in all those lies of artificiality
Left alone, with scribbles and some vacuum
Head laughs over the helplessness
I refuse to hear him, one last time.

Hiding my face in some dew
I let out a shout of pain
For the heart could not partake
And like a blast it all came.

I wrote one line of extreme distress
Then one after another came rhythms
Setting me free of all worries
A chef-d’oeuvre was in these hands.

Also prompted @Theme  Thursday, Inspiration Monday, Sunday Scribblings, Poets United, Two Shoes Tuesday, OSI and The Sunday Whirl.