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

Wrong Direction

There were omens,
There were signs,
All pointing to a wrong direction.


A source which was luminous,
Looked like the pole star,
But pointing to a wrong direction.


Patterns were all erratic,
Left with memories antique,
On the wrong direction.

Prompted by Three Word Wednesday - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/06/3ww-ccxliii.html

Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday Week 51 

A Beautiful Day

As the Sun shines in all its glory,
Burning away everyone's worry.
With his amazing and empowering light,
Making our days joyous and bright.

As the morning breeze caresses the face,
With her soothing touch and grace .
Evaporating every bad and troubled thought
Bringing the peace of mind , always sought.

Lovely birds flying around in happiness,
Filling the air with their chirp's sweetness.
Then you hear your heart say,
Its a beautiful day!!!

                                 POETRY POTLUCK- Inspired by a Song ~ Jingle Poetry

Split Poet

He found solace in play of words,
As he butchered hope's tiny birds.
He lost himself in the war of words,
As he buried all his mind's swords.


From one insanity to another, 
He falls like a broken feather.
His mind runs a thousand times,
On the thought, which eternally rhymes.


Caught in his own mind's treason,
He appears to be single person,
But each moment his is many,
Alas the next moment he isn't any.


His moods swing from left to right,
As his thoughts, he sits to write.
His thoughts jump from right to left,
Until sleep makes his mind's theft .

Me vs Myself

Submitted for :

One Shot Wednesday 50 

Home Sweet Home

With gravel and sand,

With bricks and cement,

Strong and sturdy... Yet incomplete.

 

Had windows and doors,

Had floor and ceiling, 

Large and lovely... Yet incomplete.

Had walls all around,

Also a well-built compound,

Secure and spectacular... Yet incomplete.

From the foundation,

To the terrace,

I had it all... Yet incomplete.

I was an inanimate house,

You made me a lively home,

With your joys and prosperity... I am complete.

Submitted for :-
Theme Thursday : Brick

Posted at the second week of OpenLinkNight of DVersePoets.

Inevitable Consciousness

Each and every waking moment , he burns
burns - in the fire that he lit 
lit by the spark of his hopes
hopes that get extinguished every night


Night - that lonely , dark place
place which he loves and fears the most
most of his time is spent in thinking
thinking of those unexperienced memories


Memories that haunt endlessly
endlessly knocking at his mind
mind mystified by signs
signs of the inevitable


Inevitable - that's what it always was
was never in his reach
reach was only in his dreams
dreams which ignite desire


Desire - the ultimate cause of his pain
pain which has become his symbiote
symbiote for his each moment
moment which he wants to forget


Forget those unworthy thoughts
thoughts which erode his senses
senses which have become numb
numb by his own actions


Actions which were futile 
futile like his words
words which are his feelings
feelings, which continuously crumble


Crumble like pieces of paper
paper which is torn into pieces
pieces which form the puzzle
the puzzle of his heart


Heart - he realizes is just an organ
organ relentlessly keeping him alive
alive to go through this endless loop
loop running each and every waking moment.

Hot Air Balloon

It is a beautiful, sunny day,
To the strong winds, as the trees sway.


We arrive at this large, open ground,
To go in the air balloons - big and round.


Me and my pals rush towards the balloon
Excited - to start flying high  - very soon


Soon the hot, mighty flames gush, 
So does our adrenaline rush.


Our 'vehicle' takes off the earth's surface,
Like a ballerina jumping with grace.


We soar towards the vast , quiet skies,
All that we hear is our excited , ecstatic cries.


Flying above the forest , flying above the hills,
Guided by the balloon rider's amazing skills.


We fly left and right  , we fly up and down,
Watching some birds staring at us with a frown.


Soon time walks away in long strides,
To end one of our memorable and best rides.


We reach back to the grounds - gratified,
Bird-like-flying wishes satisfied.


As icing on cake, we eat ice cream, 
Thats when I wake up from this sensational dream.


Prompted by Short Story Slam

Photo by: Melissa R. Bickel

The Forsaken Fish

As my heart makes its last bids,
Those which the mind always forbids.


I manage to swim in the troubled seas,
Holding on.. to the logs of ecstasy on a lease.


Realizing I am just fate's forsaken fish,
Towards my unknown destination I brandish.

Prompted by Three Word Wednesday - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/05/3ww-ccxl.html

Who Am I ?

Wandering wandering like a lonely cloud,
Shouting shouting in the streets aloud
Who am I ? Why am I here?

Lost in the jungles of time,
Without shelter nor a dime
Who am I ? Why am I here?

Tossing myself between work and play,
Losing myself every night and day
Who am I ? Why am I here?

I am a normal human being
Looking out for well - being ;
A result of million years of evolution,
I am here to bring about a revolution.

This was my first poem.
Wrote it in my 12th Grade , thanks to my English lecturer Sindhu John for making me write it :)