Tag Archives: feeling
Strings Attached
To be without you,
Is a thing I could never do,
The strings hold me back,
And pull me back to you!
I think to empower myself,
Put my feelings in a shelf,
But when I hear your name,
I cant help but melt..
My knees go weak constantly,
As I yearn to be yours for eternity,
While I look in your eyes and see,
You also think similarly..
A – Z poetry : “S”
One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “S”
An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with Y and Z as muses.
Leave a comment in case you’re interested, I’ll contact you – don’t post the poem in the comments
Stop trading likes
Respect
Return the like
Not from the reader section
Be a gentleman
Spare women this rule
Errands and salon take away quite sometime
Go to the fellow blogger’s page and like
Now that you’re on the page and you’ve
liked
Read
Grow wise
Written by Arjun Bagga. You can see his blog here. A man with a unique form and craft of writing poetry. A talented photographer. Must check out his blog!!
A – Z poetry : “Q”
One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “Q”
An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with Y and Z as muses.
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Quest for Queendom
Quench your Qualms
and Quibble not;
Quit to Quaver
and ignore the Quandary.
Start your Query
and Quest for truth …
then life will follow to the Quick
Do not be Quaint
nor be Quadruped;
Question deeply
and ponder your Quotes.
Find that Quality
in Queerest Quarters…
then you will get that Quid pro Quo
Embrace the Quirky
and do not Quip;
search for Quiet
and use your Quickness.
Quiz all Quantity
and Quite each thing…
then Queendom surely is to come…
This is a guest post by Eva. You can see her website here. A journalist, writer and communication specialist – she will entice you with her brilliant writing!!
A – Z poetry : “N”
One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “N”
An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with T, X, Y and Z as muses.
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NEW
New light of Life
New kiss of wife
Feels like New soul of mine
New breeze of air
New love of care
Feels like New prayer of mine
New sound of river
New charm of her
Feels like New luck of mine
New touch of flower
New windfall power
Feels like New destiny of mine
This is a guest post by Viral Buddh. By works in an MNC and deals in Finance. This is the first time he has written a poem and he dedicates it to his wife. You can connect with him at https://www.facebook.com/viral.buddh
A – Z poetry : “M”
One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “M”
An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with S, T, X, Y and Z as muses.
Leave a comment in case you’re interested, I’ll contact you – don’t post the poem in the comments 😉
Maa…
Moment of my birth was
Miraculous in my Mummy’s life,
Mother for the first time,
Miles and miles of smile.
Million wishes and a billion gifts,
the Moment was just so complete.
Memories of my first laugh
My first step, my first Maaa,
Music of her lullabies, the moon would enjoy
from Morning Milk to Magical Mathematics,
Momma my first mentor, my first love, my protector,
My support in maddening times,
Master of strength and motivation
Managing, Multitasking home, work and me
One who Matters the most,
Moulded me, my manners, nourished my mind,
Makeup, middle school and more
Mistakes and mischiefs were forgiven, with magnanimous heart
Mandatory manners, prayers and rules
Mighty lectures made me mature, Morals mended my soul.
Mystical mind reader, how’s she always right?
Misunderstandings faded her smile, Manipulated truths hurt
Modern markets, machines, moolah, mobiles, motives
Memories now moisten our eyes
My marriage is now her only agenda,
Making me believe my match will make me complete.
Master of Divinity, How will my moment of Motherhood be?
Mamma’s girl, maybe not me, BUT she’ll always BE.
This is a guest post by Shruti Deora.
Shruti is a Chartered Accountant having graduated from Narsee Monjee College, Mumbai. She is currently working as a research analyst in a Premier global investment management organization. She is an editor and one of the founder members of a quarterly online E- magazine Mentor Mantra. A creative person she has specialized in Tanjore paintings, and loves photography, adventure and travelling. She loves trying new things, and this being her first attempt at writing poems. Check her blog at http://shrutimes.wordpress.com/
A – Z poetry : “H”
One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “H”
An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with Q, V, X, Y and Z as muses.
Leave a comment in case you’re interested, I’ll contact you – don’t post the poem in the comments 😉
How do I make you understand?
How do I fight my tears?
How do I make you believe,
You’re my only near and dear?
How do I change the past,
How do I win your trust back,
How should I begin to live my life,
The way you wanted me to have?
How do I control my emotions?
How do I fight my fears?
How should I leave behind my dreams,
Please make that clear?
How do I face you again?
How to not disappoint you?
How to become successful or famous,
When your faith in me is due?
How to live with you or without?
How to break my spirit free?
How to make you happy,
But not hurting myself or me?
Shades of emotions – 4
Also read Shades of emotions – one (1), two (2) and three (3)
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I
Kisi jheel ke thehrav se puchho
Rituon ki khushnaseebi kya cheez hai
II
Dor aisi na baandh koi
Ki paaki mai tera ho jaaun
Rahun na apne watan ka mai
Aur na tere desh ka hi ho paun
III
Socha le aaun baaraat chaand taaron ki
Par kambakht ye bhi mujhse ruswa hain
Kehte hain rijha uss chaandni ko pehle
Jise dekh dil tera aanhein bharta hai
IV
Kabhi itne door hoke bhi kitne paas lagte ho..
Kabhi paas hoke bhi bahut door lagte ho..
Kahan chhupaun in ashkon ko ab..
Kaise bayan karun kitne khaas lagte ho..!!
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Sakshi Vashist 