Stagnant Sea

A slow death you die

When to yourself you lie

Day by day you begin to lose

By wrong priorities you choose

Time slips away like sand

From your sweaty hand 

Regret becomes your consort

With to-do lists left to sort

You stay awake all night

Pondering how to get alright

A stupor strangles your day 

Keeping all calmness at bay 

Waves of worry wash ashore

As you struggle to do a chore

Every moment is a torment 

Every act becomes a lament 

An Ode to Running

Running helps me clear my mind

From the chaotic clutter of daily grind

It takes me towards a better state

Devoid of any regret, grief or hate

It shows me the pleasures in pain

Like the desert's unexpected rain

It silences the questions and doubts

Emerging in my mind's whereabouts

It teleports me to a heaven of hope

Where inspiration is the only dope

It frees from the cage of comfort zone

With a zingy zest to have my body hone

It fills me with a sense of satisfaction

To my wandering life, it adds traction

It provides me with means to defeat

All the ambrosia that I eternally eat

It gives me a kaleidoscope for seeing

One of the prime purposes of my being.

Soothing Solitude

Loneliness

quiet, empty 

boring, terrifying, torturing

dreadful, desolate, desirable, delectable

satisfying, tantalizing, soothing

silent, complete

Solitude

Written for OctoPoWriMo Day 6 prompt -  Tantalizing

This is in the Diamante form.

When I look into your eyes

I ponder all night
So everything's right
I wonder all day
What words to say
To you.

When I look into yours  eyes
All my fear and worry dies
Words flow like a waterfall
I blurt out my feelings all
My hears leaps out a mile
As you agree with a smile.

tenWord Thoughts

(i)

an oasis of ecstasy
in deserts of time
.
.
.
 her glance

(ii)

Memories flow

    From rivers of remembrance
   To seas of forgetfulness

(iii)

Free your words

Board an express

To free your life

Prompted by TenWord prompt at dVerse Poets Pub

The Haunting Number

No matter where I go

No matter what I do

I see you everywhere 

In my favourite TV series 

On my social network feeds

You slip in with utter ease

Irking me like watermelon seeds

On billboards in big malls

On discounts in e-commerce sites

Dragging me into lost memory halls

You always falls into my sight.

In issues creeping up in office reports

In default settings of eBook reader

Sending my thoughts on swift teleports

You pop-up like an extinct cheerleader

In high scores of games I play 

In a great mathematicians puzzle

On my watch every night and day

Warping me into a souvenir hustle

On the stats of my fitness trackers

On prices of books I wish to buy

Bursting up my thoughts like firecrackers

And lighting up my mind's sky.

Stop haunting me, nostalgic number!! 

Updated:  Wrote this poem a long time ago and took an even longer time to complete it and it seems apt for the Poetics prompt at dVersePoets Pub, to write a poem about seeing and interpretting signs.  This particular number has been like a sign that has been haunting me for years across different places and times. 

Plans for Afterlife

When I die

I will eternally fly

across the enigmatic sky

a comet I shall be

all the cosmos I shall see.