Imprisoned

It all started, one happy day,

So chirpy with joy she moved all day.

She went to her mother, smiled and spoke,

But her’s mother’s response , her heart it broke.

She looked at her mother, trying to recognize the woman she knew,

She reasoned for long, but everything was askew.

What had happened? Through the day she wondered,

Nothing made sense, on and on she pondered.

Her mother was not who she thought she knew,

For her mother became someone and she thought it couldn’t be true.

Just one word of a stranger,

Changed it all.

Her words were not heard,

and her actions seemed all false. 

Since then she’s been watched,

Like a prisoner in a cell.

Her  every movement,

A reason she had to tell.

All she now longed for,

Was some freedom and peace.

A happy life,

And to live with ease.

Her chance finally came,

She moved away.

For a while things were fine,

When history chose to repeat one fine day.

Though away from home.

She’s still imprisoned.

With no voice and words,

In despair she listens.

Her feelings and thoughts,

She’s oppressed and kept.

Helpless and lost,

Every night she wept.

She is in a state,

And her thoughts are of this one.

“I will always regret being her daughter. I just can’t wait to run. “

In her mind forever,

She will remain imprisoned.

She is waiting for that day,

When she can be truly independent.

 

 

A last resort

 

So many things,

I just cant think,

What should i do?

I have no clue.

All around me there ‘s fun and play,

But my life is just so plain,

I’m the last resort for anything now,

Even my so called friends are long gone now.

I have no explanation,

All of this is my interpretation,

I wish someone would open out,

And just clear out all my doubts.

Things were great just a year long back,

Now everything feels such a slack,

I’m the last resort, I wonder why?

What did i do ? I’ve always tried.

For so i just keep pushing these thoughts away,

But it was time for my breaking point anyway,

I’m just letting my emotions flow,

I hope my future will be full of glow.

I seek random people out,

To talk and cry out aloud,

I’m the last resort, I’m lost alone,

Will everything fall back to its place as before? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trick or Treat

Trick or Treat?

What do i choose?

My first Halloween,

And I’m doing nothing but muse.

So many costumes,

So many candy’s

I want to do both,

But to choose one i took oath.

Just a few hours more,

I’m racking my brain hard,

Trick or Treat?

What do I choose?

Yes!!! I’ve got it..

I’m gonna trick,

My first try at it,

Let’s see how much I make people flip!!! 😛

Being Me

Being me,

It’s just so hard,

It’s just so blurred,

I have no clue if my identity has ever been heard.

 

I have no talent ,

I have no say,

I’m not intelligent,

There’s no achievement that can come my way,

 

I’ve cried,

I fought,

I tried to forget,

But my thoughts i could not.

 

I almost gave up,

I was tired of fighting,

But something raised me up,

And i continued moving.

 

I dunno where my life is going,

I’m just following , random paths are protruding.

My goal in life, i’m still seeking,

My destiny, with me it’s playing.

 

But i know now,

There’s a lot in my life,

I can surely achieve,

On my own i will strive.

 

My Shack

I set of on an exploration,

Not knowing my intention,

Into the forest i ventured,

Eager to capture a glimpse of a leopard,

I walked on and on,

 Not known where i have gone,

My legs aching ,

I had no clue what i was thinking,

The sky was turning black,

So heavy my ruck sack,

Exhausted i turned back,

Thankfully i found a shack.

 

Sketches – [poetry potluck week 36 ]

Credits to my BFF Bhavana!! 😀

Her beautiful black eyes,

So big and bright.

Her forehead if you see,

A bindi in sight.

Her slender body,

Adorned by the most beautiful dress.

Her small ears you notice,

From which hang the most precious rings .

Her thin hands are also adorned,

By the most colorful bangles.

Her pretty little face,

So simple and a traditional sight.

 In her small space,

She has a market in place.

Her pink lips,

Always spread into a smile on her face.

Though she is a sketch,

She looks so real , you find your hands to her outstretched.

Uniqueness!!! [ Thursday Poet’s Rally week 44 ]

His jet black hair,

So lovely and styled with flair,  😉

His thick eyebrows,

Still beautiful even when it furrows,

His eyes so shiny and bright,

When you look into it , there’s nothing else in sight,  😀

His lips so thin,

It’s flawless shape is such a sin,

His smile so charming,

It hypnotizes you without a warning,

He may have a dimple,

Yet his looks are cute and simple.  🙂

His face is so perfect,

His uniqueness it reflects!!! 🙂

Ryot

They till the soil,

They sow the crops,

The water it with care,

The harvest for their fare,

They work hard all year,

To the time and seasons they adhere,

Without them there is no food,

They are the RYOT , the people of good deed.

Ruthless

So much love you gave,

So much happiness you brought my way,

But in a flash everything changed,

So ruthless you became. 

Books!!!!

Hey!! Have you tried to write poems using titles of books? Did u know it was possible? If not here is my sample poem.

Where are you now?

Night time is my time,

Just take my heart,

Second time around.

You belong to me,

On the streets where you live,

We’ll meet again,

All through the night.

Let me call you sweetheart,

Moonlight becomes you,

Still watch ,

Silent night.

Before i say good-bye,

Remember me,

The shadow of you smile. 

All the titles you see above are BOOKS of MARY HIGGINS CLARK. Her titles were such that I instantly formed poetry seeing them. You can actually do this using random books as well. It will still be your original work. You just have to remember to give credit to the author who helped u make that piece. 🙂

LOL.. I’m gonna add a  52nd STYLE of WRITING 😛 called THE TITLES!!! 😉 😀

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