Tuesday, November 24, 2015

my native

Country which is
Known for its colour
The name of which
Brings smile on
The face of others
The small place
In world known
For its rich culture
For its own rituals
& tradition
Yes that's my native
India that's where I come from
But the world is my home
& will always be..

my native - poetry

You ask me where
Is my native ,,,
You ask me
Which part of earth
I lived .
I am a traveller
Soaking in beauty
Of the world
To say I belong
To one part of
The world no
That's not right
Each day I am
Being born
Each day
Fading in words
Each day breathing
My soul in words
Each day living
As if its last
My home is in
Words & once
You make home
There how can
You belong to one place ,.

poetry - home

To write when
Its all blank
To scatter when
I'm breaking apart
To make home
Amidst memory
I will always be
Picking pen.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

to love him - micropoetry



To love him
Was poetry for her
And for him her words
Were not just words
They were precious jewel..

fated kiss - micropoetry





Just like flowers
Wait for dewdrops
Or leaves wait
For rainfall
My dairy waits
For fated kiss
Of pen and paper
And my words
Mixed with tears ..

Image and poetry copyright @notyet100

just like stars glimmer - micropoetry



Just like stars glimmer
And flowers spread fragrance
You make my soul burn
With your love all the time...

Image and poem copyright@notyet100

kiss of rain - micropoetry

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Just like kiss of rain
On skin
Or caress of balmy breeze
I could live again
If everyday you
Would make my soul
burn with your poetry ...

Image and poetry copyright@notyet100

happiness - micropoetry




And when she stopped
Searching happiness
Elsewhere she realised
Happiness was always
There in her heart ...

Painting and poetry copyright @notyet100

nothingness - micropoetry




She didn't feel
Anything
Not because
She was dead
Because she had
Become hollow
Due to her suffering
And pain ...

poets life - micropoetry




What is reality
Of poets life
You will never know
As they burn in
Their pain daily
To write poetry ...

choked words - poem








Sometimes words
Are choked somewhere
You want to write
But can't because of pain
To remove cloak
Of memories you stab
Yourself again and again ...

You don't worry
About now or beyond
You are lost somewhere
Maybe under stars
In a rusted dream
Stuck somewhere
In your cluttered heart..

You keep chasing
Elusive destiny which
You can never reach
Wrapped in memory
Writing each moment
In poetry ...

Hiding our hollowness
In words
Converting sadness inside
Into verse
Which gleams forever
We live chasing happiness
In small things ...

But to leave it to
Chance
To hide our pain
In cluttered heart
To live without
Purity of truth
Is like dieing daily ...

For some maybe
They are just words
But not for poets
Its a way for them
To breathe again
Through verse ...

In pursuit of
Happiness
In search of
Our lost soul
To find meaning
Of life we pick
Our pen and write
Our heart out...

We know what
Is the reality
Still to drench
In memory again
And to fight with
Our hollowness
Or just to live again
We write ..

There's no end to this
When you are a poet
Your life becomes poetry
Everyday you kept writing
But never going back to
Read your old poetry...

Because we know
If we turn the pages
We will be filled with sadness
So we don't look back
Knowing we will be
Engulfed with pain...


melody of star - poetry



He loved her
For her flawed passion
The mischievous manor
In which she would
Make him feel loved

He knew she was a star
He could see from afar
But never hold
Just like silence needs storm '
He would calm the
Chaos in her heart
With his love

They would listen '
To melody of star
Every night and watch
The moon illuminating
Calm Sea with its light ..

She would write
Her raw emotion
In verse which
He would read daily
Just for one thing
To know how she
Was coping

They were
Abandoned soul
Met to find their
Other half but they
Knew they were like
Star who could
Never share the same
Sky above ...






Sunday, August 30, 2015

just be mine - micropoetry





I don't promise you
a beautiful life
But yes slowly
As you understand
Me maybe you will
start loving me for
Now will you just
Be mine ....

Image and poem copyright @notyet100

recount the night - micropoetry




Recount the night
When we were together
Listening to melody of stars
Searching for shooting star
To make a wish to stay
Forever in love ...

Image and poetry copyright @ notyet100

memories always - micropoetry




She looked out
As her tears
Flooded her eyes
Yet again
Scattering on the pages
Just for one thing
Memories
Always ..

Image and poem copyright @ notyet100





melody of stars - micropoetry



 I don't watch
Sky to listen
Melody of stars
Or search
Shooting stars
I gaze at it to
See moon as I know
You do the same always...

like the silence - poetry




Like the silence
Needs storm..
Like the sky
Need stars ...
Just like that I
Need you always ..
To hold me when
I am breaking down...
By
notyet100



Thursday, August 27, 2015

all she wanted - a poem





All she wanted
Was to be loved
And he did that
In a beautiful way...

All she wanted
Was to be understood
And he did that
With her raw emotion
And cracked imperfection
She was perfect

All she wanted
Was to be heard
And he would hear
Even her heartbeat
though afar...

All she wanted
Was to be held
Whenever she
Would break apart
And he would do
That by being
 always around ...

All she wanted
Was to find her
Lost soul and
He helped her
In finding herself ..

All she wanted
Was to love life
And he showed her
The hidden beauty
Of moon and star
And for the first
Time she felt glad
To be alive...

All she wanted
Was to fly free
Somewhere and he
Helped her by
Healing her broken
wing with his love..

All she wanted
Was to curb the
Blazing fire inside
And he helped her
By telling write it
All out ,,,

silent prayer for myself - a poem




My prayer
For everyday
To live life in a
Beautiful way
To love myself
And listen to my
Heart ...

To keep looking
For Stolen discovery
About myself
& trying to find
My lost soul everyday

To hear melodies
In minor chord
And convert them
Into verse

To remove jealousy
From air and hatred
From depth of memory
And let it go forever ...

To heal my pain
However deep it
Is through words ...

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

thank you note



Thanks for loving me
As I am friends
For accepting my
Jagged edges which
Sometimes bleed verse..
Thanks for listening
Me through my words
And reading me through
My broken verse and making
Me feel I belong to your world...
By
notyet100

Monday, August 24, 2015

handwritten verse for my son

 
The way You care
For me suddenly
I feel You have
Grown up ..
I seldom write
About you
But In my empty space
You always there....
Son thanks for
Being there always
Life is beautiful
Because of
Your presence...
 

empty space - micropoetry



empty space - micropoetry

Lost somewhere
In empty space
Memory of you and me
Trying to weave
the same
In poetry ...

broken wings - a poem




broken wing - a poem

This is not
A story
Of you or me
But of everyone
On life's journey ..

We are born to live
But sometimes we
Feel suffocated
As if theres no freedom
And our wings have been cut ...

We try to fly
With broken wings
And bruised heart
By trying to cross
Barbed wire and
Getting more hurt
In the process..

How deep is the
Pain don't ask
We try to seek
Happiness through pain
Try to shine on
With tears gleaming
In our eyes as we
Know theres no end...

We try to find
Refuge by writing
Our insane thoughts
And thinking this
Will bring us happiness
But this is just a support
To carry on with a smile forever ...

Hundred of way
To  find happiness
But some days not
Even one works
We feel lost fighting
Our own crippling fear ...

But maybe this is
Also  a way to teach
Us things we will never know'
To tell us divine light
Exists in us and we
Alone can make
A new way for us..

Poem and image copyright2015 notyet100


 

Saturday, August 22, 2015

her heart - a poem




her heart - a poem


Her heart was
Made of steel
And she was
Engulfed in sadness
Always but that
Didn't deter him
He kept trying
Till she was in
Love with her life..

He said I will
Follow you till moon
Will make
Your pain mine
And ready to go
Against the tide
But don't ever
Stop smiling ...

He removed
Smoke of bitter
Memories with
His love
Told her You
Are not alone
I am there always .

Her ache was
Converted into
Beautiful memories
Crippling fear into
Eternal stories
And words into
Poetry ..

Now every night
She stands alone
Near the window
In wait of moon
To talk about her
Love whom she
Misses always ...

Weeping trees
hear her sigh
Stars write
rhyme and
Moon hears her story
And sprinkles moondust
To dry rain like tear

With changing light
Of dawn and dusk
She is filled with
Longing to curb
Pain In her heart
She keeps writing verse ...

Poem and image copyright2015 notyet100

caught in smoky - a poem



caught in smoky - a poem

Caught in smoky
haze of memory
She was trying to
Live her life and he
Kept getting stars
For her to make
Her days gleam
Like night ....

She would weave
Her ache in verse
And scatter everywhere
And he would collect
Them and bind together ..

For some moment
Of happiness with him
She would wait
Day and night
Standing alone
Near lake when
Moon would shine ...

Her glass heart
Would break everyday
But he would always
Pick the pieces
And put it all back
Making her feel loved
By his caring ways ...

In his presence
Her dark verse
Would turn into '
Love verse
And even moon
Would wait to '
Read her words ...

Image and poem copyright 2015 notyet100

 

that feeling - a poem



that feeling - a poem

That feeling
When you are
Lost at words
But want to
Say something
You keep struggling
In your heart
But don't know
How to say it all

That verse
Which is in
Your heart
But you can't
Write in words
That wish which
You want to
Fulfil but can't as
Its not in your hand...

That longing
Which burns
Your heart
But thought of
Which brings
Smile to your face
That star which you
Love but is too afar ...

That dream
Which follows you
Every night
That shadow
Which is always
With you but
However hard you
Try you can't catch it...

That ache which
Has turned you
Into a poet
And making You
Fill pages every night
That changing light
Which engulfs you
With pain always ...

That moon which
Sneers at you still
You wait for it everyday
That rain which burns
You Still you wait to
Get drenched ...

That standing alone
And gazing at sky
As if it will answer
Your questions
That colour of
Your mind going
Black and white
With memory...

That ebullience
Which you fake
Everyday to hide
Pain in your heart
Those tears which
Keep smudging
The words in
Your verse ...

That smoke of
Memory in front
Of your eyes always
But You love being
Engulfed with it
That music which
Speaks your story ...

That unknown
Comfort in writing
Poetry
That spanning of
Wheel from morning
To night knowing
You wont get anything ..

That empty hour
When You do
Nothing except
Tearing pages
One by one
That going against
The tide coming
Back empty hand ...

That flutter of heart
In anticipation  of
Someone knowing
That they wont come
That talking to stars
As If they know
What's going in
Our hollow heart

That going to bed
Thinking everything
Will be fine next day
But the next day
Burning in the same pain
And hiding it again ...

That labyrinth of
Thoughts creating
Havoc in your heart
That happiness of
Few minutes but
Bringing smile
On your face for hours ...

That wait for
Dream dealer
To go to moon
That disconsolate
Feeling among
Your own
That urge to keep
Writing till pain
Disappears ...

That jumbled space
In you mind filled
With precious memories
Those lone night
When you sit and
Fight pain by
Converting them
Into verse...












 

Thursday, August 20, 2015

midnight voice - moonverse

Midnight voice - moonverse






On hearing
Midnight voice
Moon would see
Her shadow cry
Every night filling
Her book of verse
With recycled words
From her hollow heart
 

sempiternal love - moonverse

sempiternal love - moonverse



She would keep
Writing detail in
Her verse and moon
Would read and sigh
There was no end
To her verse it was
Unending saga of
sempiternal love
By
notyet100
 

weeping trees - moonverse

Weeping trees - moonverse



she would collect
Rain from weeping
Trees to add some
Some magic in her poetry
Moon would sprinkle
moondust to make
Her verse gleam forever

By
notyet100
 

moondust on pages - moonverse

Moondust on pages - Moonverse







Moon would
Read her recycled
Words every night
And she would know
This when she would
Find moondust
Scattered on the
Pages in her book
Of verse ....

By
notyet100

poestess life - poetry moonverse

Poetess Life - Verse



Life was same for her
Only difference
Before she used to read
And now she was being read
Everyday a new page
From her life with moonverse

By
notyet100

 

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

thats how you become poet - a poem





Maybe that's how
You become a poet
But no regrets ...

Its like dieing
And living everyday
Its like splurging of
Emotions suddenly
Or being engulfed
By a wave of pain ...

Feeling flutter in
Your cornered heart
Finding beauty in
Sunset
Searching star in
Midnight stained sky
Making moon your
muse forever ,,,

Getting lost in
Raindrops
Being in awe of
Dewdrops
Hearing murmur of
Words always
Misbehaving heart
Creating chaos
Because of untamed
Raw emotion ...

But you are
Never alone when
You are a poet
You are always``
Surrounded by
Myriad of things and
Feel belong somewhere else

You don't know
Where you belong
You are lost always
In chemical insanity
Of pen and words
Losing your identity
Or finding your new self...




 

her first poetry - apoem





Everything was
Waste for her
All she needed
Was herself
The day she found
Her happiness within
That day she wrote
Her first poetry...

She let it out all
Her pain her joy
As words
And yes
She felt liberated....

By writing she
Got the ultimate
Taste of life
Her cornered heart
Felt alive again
And she could hear
Music of raindrops again...

She could hear
Music as her pen
Scrawled across
Her insane thoughts
On blank page
She felt light & happy
Misbehaving with pen
And paper...

Words were her
Cunning companion
Telling it all yet
Hiding in verse too
She knew this is
Just prelude to be
Followed by many poems..

Recklessly abandoning
Her thoughts
Igniting her heart
Every night
She would write
In candle night
Talking to stars
Waiting for moon...

She got her lost '
Reality back through words
She could connect to
Her soul more
She started living more
And felt more beautiful...

Words were here
Home now
Her auditory
And that's what
She needed to live
Her life now and
To stay happy ...

Her words were
Taste of time for her
Which would heal '\
Her everyday
She would write
For herself
To drive her
Sorrow away





 

moonverse - moon's spell a poem

Moons Spell




She was a girl
In love with her life
One night she saw
Moon hiding behind
The clouds ...

Captivated she
Opened the window
And saw moon
Looking back at her ....

It was past midnight
And looked as if ink
Was spilled in the sky
stars were gleaming more
As if asking her questions
About life ...

Enchanted she took
Her paint and painted
Moon but still she could
Feel flutter in her heart
Maybe it was something else...

She took a pen and paper
To stop the misbehaviour
Of her heart
And wrote a few lines
On moon ...

Sigh she didn't knew
Moon had cast a spell
On her and since then
She has been writing
moonverse everynght...

Her cornered heart
Starts fluttering
Her colour of mind
She feels like
 Using in her words
Her raw emotions
Starts taking hold
Of her
Unless she weaves it
All in poetry ....

painting done by me oil pastel
 

Monday, August 17, 2015

my first poetry - a poem




I don't know
 how it started
Words blended first
Or it was my heart
Which cried

I just know this
That to heal my self
I took comfort in
Pen & paper
So I could feel light ...

It was always with me
My friend indeed
Whenever I needed it
Soaking my tears &
Hearing me out
Through words

But now the relationship
Is different
Now poetry has become
My life companion
I find solace in words
And don't need anything else.

Maybe that's how
Poets life is but
I am not a poet
I am just someone
Who loves to play
With words and
Write it out in verse.

So this is how it
Started a bit of my story
That's how I entered
World of poetry....

 

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

its not just about sunshine - a poem





Its not just
About sunshine
& flowers
Its about memories
We made under stars...

Its not about
Promise and wish
Its about those
Nonsensical musing
We whispered...

Its not about
Forever or eternal
Its about moments
Which we spent together ..

Its not about
Spending time
Its about being lost
In each other with no
Track of time ...

Its not about
Moon dance or dawn
Its about the stars w\
Which we would count ...

Its not about
Goodbye
Its how our soul
Is still entwined ...

Its not about the
Laughter we shared
But about the way we
Dried eyes of each other...

Its not about the
Memory curse its
About the beautiful
Moments which has
Tangled our shadow together...

Its not about
Forgotten memories
Its about the blank canvas
On which we painted
Our story together...

Its not about
Too many moments
Its about being
Surrounded by love
Whenever we were together ...

Its not about
You or me
Its about us
And our story ...

Its not about
How many times
I broke down
Its about how
Every time you
Would hold me together ...

Its not about
Going by the law
Its about forgetting
Everything and being together..

Its not about
Desire game
Its about feeling
Connected as if we knew
Each other since ages,..

Its not about what
We know
Its about things yet
To be written in our life
Planned by destiny
While we wait with
Open eyes...

Its not about
Dream we shared
Its about how we
Would stay together
Even when we would part...

Its not about
My or your life
Its about some
Connection which we
Have to still find ..





the kind of - a poem






The kind of silence
When you can hear
Your heartbeat and
The other person sigh ...

The kind of loneliness
When you are with
Others but still miss someone ...

The kind of poetry
Which tears you apart
But you still write...

The kind of smile
Which you have
Tried to hide the
Pain in your eyes ....

The kind of connection
When your thoughts are
Felt by the other other person
However far they are ..

The kind of happiness
Which makes You glad
even if its for few minutes ...

The kind of longing
In your heart
Which gets quenched
By the rainfall ...

The kind of fire
Which burns in your heart
Making you feel the
Dormant rush of pain
Which comes out as verse ....

The kind of pain
Which holds you together
even when inside
You are breaking apart...

The kind of verse
Not yet written
But echoing In your
Chaotic mind...

The kind of wait
Which is endless
Still we keep waiting
With dried eyes...

The kind of deep void
Which you feel
In your heart but
Can do nothing
Except faking happiness...

That kind f distance
Which cant be crossed
But it hardly matters
As still we can hear
Sigh from afar ...

The kind of words
Which make you bleed
But still can't stop
From weaving poetry ..

The kind of dream
Which makes you pleased
But when You wake Up
You realise it was '
Just a dream ....

painting done by me oil pastel

poetry and a poets life





We write
To breathe
To live
To bleed
To vent
But still we die daily ...
We share
Our pain
Our joy
Our thoughts
Our life
But still
The ache is there....

We weave verse about
Rain
Flowers
Dewdrops
Moon & stars
Just to keep ourselves sane ....

we expose our soul
Our heart bleeds
Words are weaved
Into verse & our
scar is revealed ....

Our elusive quality
Is revealed in words
Slowly we know
Ourselves much better
We start listening to
Our soul through
Words we write ...

We keep writing
We keep ripping
Our heart apart
In search of the
Golden metaphor
Lost somewhere in words ...

Some time our
Dormant rush
Of pain is revealed
In verse sometime
Bound fury for
Something bothering us ...

Bound by words
Tangled in shadow
Of memory we use
Our mind as a
Blank canvas &
Keep weaving poetry ....

Call it memory curse
Or painful presence
Of someone in
Our life we write
& write till we die....

theres no end
To this once
You have started writing
Our life becomes
Poetry & daily we keep
Sharing page of life
From it....

So be anything
But a poet
Its a difficult
Life to lead
You can't keep
It all inside & if
You say it all
Everyone knows
Your pain ..

Friday, August 7, 2015

absorb me. - a poem





Absorb me
Rain drops
Make me
Part of you
So I can be anywhere
And not be restricted
 to one place ....
Fade me words
In the verse
I have written
So I can live there
That's where I feel
I belong
Scatter me wind
Break me into
Pieces so I can
Be one with
Universe from
Where I have come
Stars take me to
Moon and leave
Me there so I can
Stay there forever
And weave poetry ....
By
notyet100

Thursday, July 30, 2015

why I write - a poem





why I write - a poem



since past few months
I wrote a lot
And maybe by doing
That exposed a lot
Some stories from
My past ...
Some memories
Which I cherish in
My heart ..
My pain hidden in
Word...
My longing for
Moon & star,,, and
By writing my heart
Out I got to know
What I am made up of .,,,
Now I am so much in
Love with words
That its difficult to
Stay apart from them,,,
Maybe some soul connection
From past but I realised
Quiet late,,,
I never knew that
Rainfall would make me
Insane ,,,
I would be lost in moon
And star always ,,
Just looking at amethyst
Sky I would feel like
Writing a Story ...
It feels now I belong there
And by mistake I am
Human being ...
So yes it makes me happy
But it painful too
Its not easy to write all
The way I do
But now writing has
Become dairy of life
Will continue to do
Till I am living ...
By
notyt100
30/7/15


 

thorn of glass - a poem






We all need
Thorn of glass
To prick us
sometime in life
To make us
Realise who we
Really are or
We keep taking
Wrong stride ,,,
Unless there is
Self reflection
In our own heart
We are living a
Dead life with a
Beating heart inside ....
When we look
Back & read our
book of life there
Should be smile
On our face when
See the faded tears
With words written
In it...
With time there
Will be blackout
Of memory and maybe
Our beautiful mind
Wont think the same
Then maybe I will Sit
Back and read my words
To keep myself sane ,...
Writing is just
Chaotic embrace for me
With life and a vent to
Pour out my feelings
For things which
Choke me inside,...
By
notyet100

 

Saturday, July 25, 2015

transformation - a poem

Transformation - A poem

Just like a small
Bud transforms
Into lotus while
floating I water
You have unfurled
My soul and now
I know myself more ...
I am no more
what I was
I have left it
Behind somewhere
Change was needed
I know but such
Transformation
 I never expected....
Maybe you were
Supposed to be
Reason for this
Or I wouldn't have
Walked on this path ahead
I was floating vaguely
You showed Me the direction ahead
So I leave a
Trail of undressed
Thoughts daily to
Die and live again
Bleeding words
Continuously to
Cure inevitable ache
And breathe again ...
Maybe one day
Will have answers
To all questions
In my mind
Why I heard
Whisper of unlaced dream
& started with page one
Of new life ...
Now I feel my
Inner core &
Talk to myself more
I never knew so
Many things about
Myself so yes this
Transformation was
Much needed...



 

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

did I just hear you - a poem





Did I just hear you
Call out my name
Or my mind is
Again playing a game
Did you just missed
Me and sighed
Or its my heart
Making me insane ,..
Did you just
Wiped my tears
Or summer rain
Washed it away
Did you just
Kissed my forehead
Or its the
Butterflies mistake ....
Did you
Just whispered
Me a verse
Or its my own
Murmur of words
Did you just
Walked across
Or I am again
deaming with
Open eyes.....
Did you
Just closed
My eyes or
Its my satin eyes
Drooping by
Did you tell me
You will come
In my dream
Or its my heart
Imagining thing,...
Did you
Just wake me up
Or its the sunrays
Tickling my face
Did you whispered
Good morning in
My ears or its
The birds chirping
On the trees....

Monday, July 13, 2015

things that make me smile - a poem




When rain falls on
Dried up leaves
Giving a feeling
That you caressing
My scars....
Butterfly flutters
So near making me
Feel that you near
Whispering sweet musing
In my ears ...
When balmy breeze
Wafts in through window
Touching my
Trembling hand
When I write my musing ...
Spilled ink mixed
With tears on paper
Reminding me of
Time when I missed u
While writing ....
Sheaf of pages
Of scrawled across
Memories kept somewhere
This and so many
More things
Are the things which
Make me smile my love ..
As you are with me always
Living in a part of my heart
And my wandering soul
Is happy with You in
My heart,..

Saturday, July 11, 2015

with each breathe miss you everyday - a poem




moonglow falls
On sleeping stars
Adding more glimmer
To their spark ....
Cerulean blue sea
Glitters with light
Moonlight forming
Mangata on it...
Sitting there
Drying my tears away
With trembling hands
I write verse for you
Wishing dancing
In the wind my
Words travel to you
Lighting the sky
With words of light
As I know somewhere
You will be waiting
For my reply
trace the sleepy stars
U will know with each breathe
I miss you everyday
Waiting for you to
Come back so we can be
Together Again,,,

Friday, July 10, 2015

words help me breathe - a poem



In my satin eyes
I have many dreams
If you look closely
You will Be lost
In the cerulean depth
Of the eyeballs but
Still wont be able
To decipher what all
Is hidden there ....
Had forgotten to live
My eyes had forgotten
To see dream
Then with awakening
I realised
That life is passing by
And since then I haven't
Stopped
Its been a roller coaster
Ride for my exiled  heart
If you read slowly my verse
You will find hidden meaning there
Few dark angels in my life
Taught me lot all the while
Breaking me open to say it all
Whenever I would reach
Melting point and wouldn't tolerate
So yes I am living a new life
Words help me breathe and in
Words I want to die
Within I am free to
Say it all words give me
Wings to cross thousand miles,..



within I am free - a poem





I am wandering soul
But I am bounded by
Many things,...
My exiled heart beats
But is controlled
By other beings
Tender yearning
Of my heart
I take out by writing
Tame the uncontrollable
Desire by scrawling it
Across as musing
Crossing line between
Pain and; joy
I am living my life
Not defeated by way of
Life I have wanderlust
In my eyes
Like building block
I play with the words daily
Stacking them together
By weaving poetry
So yes though my
Life is chaotic
Within I am free
From everything
I have my own
Serene space in my
Heart which brings me
Peace and keeps me going...

Thursday, July 9, 2015

scrawling across memories - a poem



to live
This kind of life
Where I fight daily
Battle through words
Writing my pain out
No this was not my
Choice but when
Writing heals my scars
Makes me love my flaws
No I don't want to stop
Crossing lines between
Fiction & reality
I weave my words
Sometimes straight
From heart other
Time to take the
Pain out....
Waking the forgotten
Memories
Marvelling at the time
Gone
Crossing 1000 miles
To reach peoples heart
Tame uncontrollable
Tender yearning of heart
With no return to my
Normal life I write on
Scrawling across pages
Memories closet to my heartv,...

like a candle i am burning - a poem




I am someone
Unfit in this
Normal World
Yet trying to
build my space
Through words
Writing my heart
New found solace
Helps me live better
One day I will be gone
Leaving my words behind
They well gleam like star
In your heart and
Maybe you will
Know me better
A bit weird ,outspoken
Too much emotional
That's how I am
Yes I'm flawed
Bit scarred maybe
But that's me
I don't want to be
Loved by all
But when I love I
Do it from my heart
Come closer only if
You can heal me
Or there's a raging inferno
Which can burn your soul
Like a hollow moon
I want to shine with words
With trembling hands
I want to keep writing
Till I die
No need to break me
Open to know me
Read my words
You will reach my heart
So till I live let me breathe
Let me say it all through words
Like a candle I am burning
Leaving trail of words,..

Sunday, June 21, 2015

dont show me - a poem

Don't show me - a poem



That you love me
By words or your verse
I have enough of your
Love ,...
Don't push aside me
Be there by my side
So I can see you
I know I can't walk
With you aside
Don't find yourself
In my words its
All pain there
Which will make You
Bleed
Don't think my life
Is wasted because
I met you its beautiful
indeed with memories
I treasure ..
Don't feel bad
With my hardest words
Those words are for
Me to heal not to
Hurt you my love,...
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When the night stumbles - a poem

When the night stumbles a poem



When the night stumbles
Under the moonlit night
I search for your name
To feel untold delight.
I know wherever you are
Its the same sky up above
The same caressing moon
Calming your soul with
Its resplendent night.
I don't know about you
But I can feel it from here
The silent wishes of your heart
Making me coliquate all the while.
Maybe one day we will be
Together under the same gleaming sky
Searching for our name together
Because love never dies.

he wasn't mine - a poem

He wasn't mine - a poem

He wasn't mine
But still I tried
So that pain in my
Heart could die
Ours was not a
Love story but
Still I wrote
Just to feel a
Pinch of love
From his side.
Whispered words
In my heart are the
Fateful excuse for this
And so I did to
Make peace with it.
I know if I love him
Have to let go of him
With sweet torture
Of memories
Piercing me within.
He taught me how to
Live & the true meaning
Of loving with ashes of
Dried rose in my book
Of love I miss him
And sigh

to find yourself - a poem

To find yourself - a poem

To find yourself
In my eyes
Where I have trapped you
Forever my love .
To find yourself
In my heart
Where your name is
Chiselled by my pen.
To find yourself
In my old soul
Where I can feel you
Whenever I miss you love .
To find yourself
In my verse
Where you are there
Hidden between words.
Wish could push aside
Your thoughts
But then it will be
Wasted life for me my love .
No one but you knows
What's in my heart
That's enough for me
Gives me solace .
So till then find
Yourself in my
Midsummer night dreams
Where I will be waiting
For You under the
 crystal moon,..







Monday, April 27, 2015

When a girl Is born - a poem

When a girl is born
Its like a new dawn
As she opens her êyes
It looks like a Sky .

She looks preety in pink 
And with toothless Grin
She is angel from above
Who makes us aglow.

But as she grows
She is not told
Thats its not her Life 
She is bonded for Life .

So while she laugh
With glint in her êyes
Little she Knows 
That the Spark gonna Die .

For some twenty years 
She lives without fear 
And then one day 
Her freedom is taken away.
They say to make her complète
To live her Life in peace 
Its better for her 
To be with some one else.

So with new Dreams in her êyes
Leaving her parents behind
She smiles for the new start 
With joy in her heart .
But alas she doesnt Know 
That she is limiting her flow 
The one who was boundless
Is now confinéd to shore .

She is told she was princess
But now she is queen 
But the irony is not this 
Its something else within.

Her Life is not her Anymore
Her laughter is not heard
When she smiles its for other
For her its Just tears.

Her Words are not understood 
Her cries is  not heard 
Her Time is not her Anymore 
She withers be cause of fear.

Still she lives 
Keeps her sanity in peace 
By doing such things 
Which make her pleased.

She knows if she is happy 
Then only she can live 
Or She is dead 
With a beating heart indeed.

So when  she sees a little girl 
Thus she whispers in her ears
Live your Life my girl
For this Life is for others.

No one told me this 
But i am telling you this 
Fly when you can
As soon u Will have broken wings.

So when the girl smiles 
With glint in her êyes 
Woman too smiles
With tears in her êyes 

And thus she continues
To tread Life Journey 
To smile for others 
And to cry deep within 

To Find her Own happiness
To fight for her Own will 
Loving Herself Just like others
And finding peace within .

Thats the story of a woman 
In Many part of this world 
I know We All have différent perspective 
Just Shared with you What felt .
By 
Notyet100
28/4/15










Thursday, April 23, 2015

poem for you Advay on your 8th birthday

What should I write 
When i see you smile 
Unraveling Life mystéries
With all your might .

Its difficult to pen in Words 
What I See and observe 
But yes this is true 
Lifes beautiful because of you.

Love it When you choose 
My favorite macaron
And lové it Even more
That you Know the flavor too.

Or the way you Tell the jôkes
Smiling before you start 
And Then Waiting for me too
To Laugh Just like you.

I love the way you giggle  
When We read the strips together 
Of Calvin nd hobbes
ANd of some time snoopy too.

When We out for walk 
Together or apart
I Know you Will Turn
To Check whether I am there or not.

Or when you take pics
& ask me how it is
Whether Its Nice or not
& will I paint with it too

Of the excitement
In your eyes when you
See me cooking
On your own coming & helping

My Life is a beautiful book
& you a new page which
I turn everyday çant wait
To find more tomorrow
& everyday .

I Know soon this to shall pass
Just like your Kinder years
But I want it to be slow 
So that I can go with flow

Life would have Been 
dull without you
And I thank god
For giving gem like you 

So now I hope you are pleased
That I have compléted this 
ANd now u wont say 
That I dont write verse for you .

So Happy birthday Advay 
This year you turn eight
Wish you lots of happiness 
Thats all I Want to say ....