how feeble one may be
to be a captive in someone’s heart
tone a curtsy with their toes curling
and play a puppet as the fingers strum
the dreamy chords of their discretion
or unfettered may one be
free to flout or flout so free
like antibodies breaking the jam
can I stay without a command
now habituated, and play my part?
©Written Frames, 2020
blood in my veins races in a loop
on infinity petals of a knot
a knot in muscle, a knot in tongue
feeding contortions of silence,
a caged hamster runs
to please, be pleased
now faltering for a breath
with binaries of extremes
the ends never meeting
to love, now unloved
I am a spinning spindle, beseeching
a preemption with the hand grazing
brooding over its fuzzy logic
let me hear myself say ‘what if’
I pine for a palpitation
a sigh, a smile or a shriek
identity of a throb from a tamed beat
it escapes me like that of barren lands
them who know naught of welcoming
never shall they grieve the frozen
never shall they thaw
©Written Frames, 2019
First in the series can be read here : Poetry of routine: The Crossing
blows of routine, mourned
dent in chest and ache of lemons
squeezed to drink, to refill
honking horns, vrooming
breath savoring the phase of wait
men stewing under their noses
galloping gait, impatient
kicking the pebbles and people marching
the paradox of them coming to leave
a busy crossing, a musing
curlicues of civilization on interrogative hooks
moving, though not looking back for once
©Written Frames, 2019
scrawl not the forced rhymes
scattered dots of chaos be aligned,
full of fancy words so mellifluous,
do not make a poet smile
poets are easy to fall in
poets are easy to fall with
melange of metaphors of changing times,
be it pain or its lessening or love
row the boat in shallow waters may be
the wood, the oars though unavailing
curse not the treacherous oceans then
but lament the boat why not it moving
grooving a trail in muck-mush of steps
dragging the rising weight of sunsets
blow out the candle, sweetheart, be it dark
kiss me with your blank verses
when it all fails and fall
@Written Frames, 2019
I wish not to believe in existence of easy paths, but to survive if ever scathed.
I write, I erase
a legit affair with backspace,
what harrows this heart-
expanding excavation,
meanderings of a graveled maze
midst of green fields and clear sky
a breeze so gentle brushing my hair aside
just as lips curve in a sweet smile,
a sudden twitch in my right eye
wake up! wake up!
horrendous clouds are magnified
it shines, it blurs and then it rains
what is living without mistakes?
despair in love,
or agony of loss,
regret of choices went wrong;
unable to weigh in words, how to portray?
strayed emotions do haunt, if not conveyed
key down and key up
key down and key up
a stream of letters flow by
amidst the chaotic silence and click-cries
skeptical of the story, how to tell?
stage of scrabble is set to rationalize
will I be then excused- a happening passerby?
ink is smeared, drafts finalized
grains scatter, pages prowl into a pile
sinful summer strips with autumnal prying
treaded to roots, winter shivers of withdrawal arise
in blooming cups of spring, I seek ablution
I am changing like seasons
and, mother nature is my alibi
Truth is the acceptance of its existence. It lies on the demarcation of acknowledgement from ignorance. Ignorance is bliss and acknowledgment of truth is where the awakening begins.
©Written Frames, 2019
I wake up, vowing to live
mornings with missing eyelashes
knowing, I dream a lot
with dreams, I wish whatnot
if a lash lands on your palm; the chances,
forget not to blow it off
knowing, it is coming from me
a dandelion leaf of the magic foreseen
blown into the stardust of universe, and
song of connecting strings
we hold
unknowingly
It was already an hour into the new year and I could not hit the bed just then. My mind runs on a a poetic engine and a poem was so necessary to fuel it up into next gear.
Here is a poem to a year full of dreams and wishes to come true. Happy New Year pals!
❤ ❤
Every day is new and may you do something new each day. Make every moment count.
Lots of love and gratitude for your continuous support!
Hope you like the poem! ❤
©Written Frames, 2019
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