Am I Alive?

I see

but

am I observing?

I hear

but

am I listening?

I smell

but

am I savoring?

I taste

but

am I relishing? 

I touch 

but 

am I feeling ?

I smile

but 

am I happy?

I read 

but 

am I learning?

I think

but 

am I acting?

I plan

but 

am I implementing ?

I sleep

but 

am I resting?

I believe 

but 

am I trusting?

I thank

but

am I grateful?

I age

but 

am I growing?

I live

but 

am I alive? 

Image courtesy : 

http://thegamershub.net/2011/09/i-am-alive-a-downloadable-title/

A friend of mine recently sent me a text message asking "You alive?" , which prompted me to write this post.  


Linked at OpenLinkNight Week 29 by DVerse Poets Pub

Date With The Lake

As the Sun makes his vanishing act,

The Moon takes over his job

Accompanied by Edison's evolved wonders.

Chirping birds are busy in sweet dreams

Filling their spots are chirps and squeaks

Of six legged arthropods and  bats

He loses himself gazing at her

In her , he finds himself,

Her lucidity mystifies him

With green photosynthetic beauties

Playing the symphony of silence

With a timely disturbance of honks and horns

The calmness which she has, eludes him

Being such a center of attraction

Yet so simple , yet so humble

Deep within this concrete jungle

In the desert of modern times

She is the oasis of nature!

  

  Image courtesy : Google Images 

Linked at OpenLinkNight Week 28 hosted by DVersePoets

Breaking Borders

F E A R S 

bordering us 

from 

having

FAITH

T I M E

bordering us 

from

staying 

in TOUCH

H U R T 

bordering us 

from 

being 

HAPPY

M E M O R I E S

bordering us 

from 

enjoying

the MOMENT

P R E J U D I C E S

bordering us 

from 

understanding

PEOPLE

D O U B T S 

bordering us 

from 

pursuing 

our DREAMS

B O U L D E R S

bordering us

from

being what we are

 MEANT TO BE.


Prompted by Poetics prompt by Claudia at DVersePoets - B ¦ O ¦ R ¦ D ¦ E ¦ R ¦ S

Cat Of Many Colors

I was all dark and black
But something I used to lack 


With my color, I was fed
So I wished to be all red. 


Everyone told me, I was a silly fellow 
So I changed myself to yellow


But then I felt quite mean 
Because with jealousy I turned green 


After all this, I had no clue
With sadness I turned blue


At last, I fell into a dark sack,
Finally I came back to being my dear black

Image courtesy : Google Images

This was an impromptu rhyme I came up with while attending a workshop on telling stories to kindergarten kids conducted by Dr.Vatsala Iyengar ... Haven't made much edits to my original draft

Let It Be

Image courtesy : Sweetestsin2862

This poem is a message from a father to his dear child...

Sleeping peacefully, my dear baby, so lovely and mild

Three words I would like you to know, my child

"Let it be"

Sometimes you will give your best

Yet you might be nowhere close to the rest

Just let it be

Sometimes your heart might be broken

With only memories left as a token

Just let it be

Sometimes you have to forget your long wait

And walk away with a losing, disappointed gait

Just let it be

Sometimes all your efforts might go in vain

You might be left with just regrets and pain

Just let it be

Sometimes life may get rough and harsh

But never allow your mind to be marsh

Just let it be 

Sometimes close to victory, you might face defeat

But do not let your confidence go offbeat

Just let it be

Sometimes when you are very lost and confused 

Know that, within you, I am always fused 

So just let it be 

Prompted by Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week 12



Thanks to Ava from The Poetry Palace for selecting me as the Thursday Poets Rally 55 Award Winner

The Departure

She waves to him with her sweet smile

But her smile just lasts for a while

As his ship moves farther into the sea

Her agonies, she begins to see! 

Unfolding the letter she had

Reading his words she felt glad

His voice echoed in his words

Her dreams began to fly like birds 

The Beginning

Entering into the Library of Life
He goes towards the Fiction section
Searching his book of Genesis

After looking for hours
Finally he gets his favorite novel
Written in his own thoughts and dreams


He begins reading from the middle
Painting those words on the canvas of his mind
Reading the story of "The Beginning"

A lush, beautiful garden
With trees of time filled fruits of fun
Birds and animals living in harmony

There are waterfalls filling him with wonder
Rainbows in the background of nature's rhapsody
Finally he spots the only two humans in this eden.

He knows who they are..
Adam, His mind - the thoughtful and the wise
Eve, His heart - the beautiful and nice

Looking at them causes him to think
They would live happily ever after
Not realizing the twist of fate..

He flips to the beginning of the book
Reading how all this was created by the One
The One, he calls the Soul.

City Safari

It was a cold , dark night
Baby monkey Gundu was not able to sleep
Though it was 2 hours past his bedtime

He started crying, filling the night's silence
With his loud wails
Mother monkey rushed to him.

She was busy accumulating
Bananas for the next day's festival
On the coconut tree.

She asked her boy
"What is the matter my dear?
Why are you not in bed?"

"Mama, I am not able to sleep.
Tell me a story
Else I will cry more" He said.

"Okay sweetheart. Which story do you want?"
She asks her son,
Making him sleep on her lap.

Now that mom is here
Little Gundu stopped crying and excitedly
Asks "Tell me the baby elephant's story!"

"Once upon a time, there lived
A naughty baby elephant named Chingu
With his parents in the jungle"




<To be completed>

Finally Insomniac Sleeps

Lying on his bed of willow,

On his favorite pillow,

He listens to the singing clock,

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock...

Turning left , Turning right,

Waiting for take off of sleep's flight.

Turning right, Turning left,

Longing for consciousness's theft.

Suddenly his dog begins to bark,

There's something moving in the dark...

It's just a large insect - A dragonfly,

He breathes in relief with a sigh.

His dog has now begun to snore

Its irking sounds , he tries to ignore,

When in his balcony, an owl hoots,

He shoos it off with his boots.

Though his tiredness abounds

Sleep is nowhere to be found

Forcibly shutting his eyes,

He imagines the star-lit skies.

Seeing the bright, shining moon

Sleep begins to lure him soon

Flowing away from thought streams,

He finally dives into sweet dreams.

Image courtesy : Google Images 
 
Posted for OpenLinkNight#3 at the dVerse ~ Poets Pub


Submitted for Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 50

Earth's True Daughter

Long time ago , She was born

4.54 billion years ago to be precise.

Revolving around her master 

Around the ever-powerful Sun

A night in the rain

As the earth is savoring rain's refreshing kisses

He starts recollecting his treasured blisses

Sitting beside an open window

He takes a stroll in memory's meadow.

Horns of vehicles play the background score

As he reaches to his mind's core

Quenched are all his senses

As he tears down all his prejudiced fences

His long, uncut hair flies in the cool breeze

As he makes these moments to freeze

The trees glimmer with glistening leaves

Rain pouring through cloud's sieves

These clouds decorate the canvas of the sky

Making the whole scene a treat to the eye

Pondering about who is its painter ?

He bows in awe and gratitude, to God - the almighty creator.

Written on 25/6/2011

Submitted for Jingle Poetry Potluck 44 -Painting Whispers 

Happiness comes from all directions

North, south, east, west

The best one comes when someone tells 

That you are one of the best 

This poem has been published in The dVerse Anthology. It is a collection of many beautiful poems from poets all around the world and has been edited by Frank Watson.

The Fantastic Fall

He was clinging to confusion's cliff

With the tightest possible grip

As his body began to go stiff

His hands began to rip.

To his luck , he found  a thread

He thought of  holding on to it

Only realizing its a serpent instead

After he was severely bit

He prefers to fall silently

Towards the sea of reality

Swaying in the wind gallantly

 He discovers his inner serenity. 

Prompted by : Three Word Wednesday CCXLV

Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday 

The Calm before the Storm

Creatures of the day are sleeping..

Creatures of the night are peeping..

Its a dark and silent night.

The dry leaves are rustling.. 

The cool wind is whistling..

Its a cool and quiet night.

All of a sudden, there is a spark..

Sky is filled with clouds - huge and dark.. 

Its begun to drizzle.

Show of lightening and thunder..

Tearing the calmness asunder.. 

Things changed like a ruffled puzzle.

Now the strong scary wind growls..

As scared street dog howls..

Here comes the scornful storm! 

To its mighty force, the trees dance.. 

Blurred is everything, within a glance.. 

Nature has taken its fearful form.

Submitted as part of Thursday Poets Rally 47