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 ...