Look! Colour of horizon changed
Chilly winds gently pass through
Can you stop your meandering speech?
And bring some fire wood instead.
Bubble of Friendship - Burst the Myth
Loving your friends more than yourself,
Is that a crime?
Caring for someone beyond your comfort zone, maybe, that is what I have learned.
Sometimes it might look like a bit cumbersome to get stuck with those feelings and expectations and to see them not reciprocate in the similar manner.
I won't lie, but seeing them not doing the same; lets me down in some way..
The time will change, and they will care and do the same...
Ray of hope, keeps me going, and the tunnel is about to end.
But the Bubble of my utopian world is blown tight and for a while this is just -- right!
Must come to an end,
And all things
Must start anew.
The summer ends
As we cycle through.
Trees change color
And litter the ground,
Leaving empty forests
And threadbare hearts.
We end, yet we begin,
Because we start over
As we shed
What has changed,
Bury our past in the cold,
And set ourselves
To flourish again
Come spring. JD
#LoudsAutumnPrompt (write an autumn poem without using the words red, orange, yellow, leaves, fall, or autumn)
Are past now
Soon autumn leaves will
And the falling leaves
Chock full of changing color
Bring autumn healing.
Your demons within will slither away.
Because autumn is
That gentle reminder
Is the very helping hand.
That sets your mind free
From life hurts, malice, and pain
To sighs of relief. JD
Word/phrase prompts: #SummerRains #healing #DemonsWithin #slither #GentleReminder #patience #HelpingHand #free #LifeHurts #malice #pain
Poetry form prompts: #elfchen #haiku (2) #6WordStory #13WordStory
Color pallets and color schemes
Many shades and hues bringing rise
Creating my aquamarine dreams
But at the end, there is no prize
When causing my sleep's early demise
The time alarms force me to wake
Opening my sand filled, sleepy eyes
My luminous dreams, the daylight does take.
*Dreaming In Color*
Huitain poetry form (8 line poem having 8 to 10 syllables per line with the rhyme scheme ababbcbc) for the Poetry Olympics on Intagram
#AquamarineDreams #TealMoonRiver19 writing prompts
The summer's end can't
Come quickly enough so we
Can trip into fall.
*My Favorite Season*
Teri ye kaali safed,
baaten karti hai,
Kuch na keh kar bhi,
Ye shayari karti hai
Eik jhumke sa,
Kaano me ,hoga jo nila sa,
Lal hasi liye,
Muskurahat bayan karti hai
Yun toh kisi
Bandisho ke mohataaj nahi,
Dayaro se ho kar gujarti hai
Koi toh door si kheech,
In tasveeron ne,
Berang ho kar bhi,
Mujh se rango ki,
baaten karti hai.
My favourite colour is electric blue because it reminds of stargazing and astronomy, summer nights, that the fact that I am also goth. That and it is calming when I see it.
This night has black color,
Our thoughts have white one.,
Our love has all of them.
I miss you my darling.
I'll meet you there soon,
no I'm not dying,
I'm just sleeping,
to wake up right next to you.
I know one day I'll make to you.
And wihsper in your ears,
Baby, oh my baby , I love you.
transported by a knot of sparrows
across the spectrum of colors
we ride on the backs of a birdsong
and melt into the fire of tomorrow,
souls ablaze in the flashpoint
of the words we were too afraid to share
we’re crossing lines and time zones
as they swim in the northern lights,
staining our pages with wet ink,
infusing chapter and verse
with a myriad of hues,
painting rainbows with poetry
- ashley jane
Every morning the fear to move stops me from achieving what I want in life!
The zeal of conquering the new world got diminished long ago.
All I want is peace, unable to emote.
Unable to understand my potential.
Just fearing the world around and getting lost in the glittery nights!
The spark I see is fake, concealing the gloomy air,
And that's not fair!
Sometimes, we just can't emote it right!
Creating misconceptions seems like a norm that the society imbibes!
My First Patient, My Teacher
You are dead,
And your name I do not know.
The avenues you walked down in life, I do not know, but I have touched the tired muscle fibres that carried you there.
The dreams you had for your life, I do not know, but I have chased the nerves to your brain that keep them secure.
The love you had in your heart, I do not know, but I have pictured the coursing blood that your heart pumped to your body.
The hands you warmly held in yours, I do not know, but I have flexed the strong fingers that went through 103 winters.
The burdens you carried on your shoulders, I do not know, but I have lacerated through the tension that you held there.
With each passing year,
The circle became more intact .
Not because of the fondness of people around but because of the departure of the dear ones and this year ends with another one !
Next month assigns the hardest adieu !
The cycle continues.........
From the idea of shattering the glass ceiling to being confined in a box, the
anticipatory period is engulfing the leftover desires.
The first day in the kindergarten, start of a new phase and to make my name.
Are you his sister? That was her first phrase.
Years passed memories faded but this question remained the same.
My identity remained as HIS sisTer!
Nothing was wrong in being his sister; but just......