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!
* Sin * Ravenous
* Lure * Kaleidoscopic
All of Me : A Poetry
They say I shine so bright
Why do I shed that light?
May be coz I'm so pure
Nothing's dark, I'm all white
White isn't my skin
But it is my soul
For I don't breathe fire
Still I ain't so cold
I see green even in red
Coz my wisdom seeks yellow
My eyes are hypnotic
And my nature is mellow
Purple is my wound
It hurts so much
When everyone ignores it
And treat me as such
I'm so RAVENOUS
I've haven't eaten for a while
As they served only hatred
And Love is all I liked
May they see my true colour
Coz I am what they seek
I will give them all they want
Not because I'm so ...
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......
Her glow was a natural admist of many artificial colors.
Her smile painted me blue ,
many seasons passed by and many rainstorms went through, still the color remained as a fresh painting.
In the morning the sky was filled with pink color clouds..
As if the sun kissed them, that made them blush!
The sky looked even more beautiful
The colors looked so pretty.
I felt happy, looking at the puffy pink cloud!
I felt as if the clouds are pointing out to me..
The time is changing
The clouds will be floating into my life adding the blushing color!
I'am okay not knowing about your existence anymore!
You were right we were opposites!
But then why didn't we attract?
You defied science as well as my love.
We were on the same page but weaving different stories.
Was it the pre-destined fate ?
Or pre- planned action?
I don't want to know it anymore ,
Because iam okay with not knowing about your existence anymore .