POETICbug: April 2015

Zipper

Like parallel rows of metal teeth of the zipper,

You and me stand alongside in our relation,

Until the time we remain interlocked in love,

We hold our lives together, strong wedlock,

Any moment of weakness, one of us slides,

The zipper is broken for a long, long time.

This poem is submitted to the following challenges-

#A to Z April Challenge 2015
#Ultimate Blog Challenge April 2015
#Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge April 2015
#NaPoWriMo April 2015

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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)

Yesterday

I was there and you forgot,

I am gone when you remember,

How much you crave my return,

You get nothing but to mourn,

So don't you again forget me today,

And remember until I'm yesterday.

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Xerox

A hot chocolate waterfall,

And diamond rings trail,

A candy carriage to ride,

The flowers on the funeral wreath, feel the heaviest,

They wish not to meet this cold body,

They desire to be gifted when they could bring a smile,

They love to decorate, not the mourning walls,

But a lively room, filled with giggles,

The flowers on the funeral wreath, feel the heaviest.

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Version.me

I am not my absolute favourite,

A concoction of errors and virtues,

I am imperfect, lousy and emotional,

I am skeptical, impulsive and aspirational,

But given a wish to be reborn ,

I would still want to be this version.

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Untitled

I could go on living, just inhaling,

But I desire to make it worthwhile,

Fulfil the most trivial yet cherished dreams,

Own a space in everybody's memory,

So when I am lying on the pyre I sense content,

That my story was not left untitled.

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Truth

We inhale impatience like we need,

And use intolerance as our shield,

We make promises, so to break,

And trust is sold for a lowly paycheck,

What may become of humanity thereof,

if ever truth is given its final send off ?

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Sea beach

Zuma Beach, Malibu

I sit down on the cold sand bed

of this unfamiliar sea beach,

Nostalgic about the beach back home,

I realize, wherever we may be,

We are all drunk in the essence of our nation,

And this hangover shall never go.

This poem is submitted to the following challenges-
#A to Z April Challenge 2015
#Ultimate Blog Challenge April 2015
#Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge April 2015
#NaPoWriMo April 2015

Image Credits - Google Images
Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
Creative Commons Licence

Repentance

In the shattered pieces of glasses,

In the torn window sheets,

In every hurtful memories,

In my wretched heart beat,

All I see is the reflection of repentance,

For betraying you and your love.

Quarter

So many dreams in a hazy mesh,

Confusion masking each of them,

In haste I picked a random path,

Walked it through until I paused,

Nowhere to move ahead from there,

I knew not I have reached quarter of my share.

Pleasant moment

Calm early morning,

The blanket of a warm sun,

Brewing cups of aromatic tea,

Sweet crunch of the rusks,

You and I, on our patio,

Accompanied by this pleasant moment.

Obituary to negativity

The sun may be scorching today,

There will be rain tomorrow,

It may be a difficult walk throughout,

There will be someone to talk alongside,

To believe there is a brighter side,

You got to write negativity, its obituary.

Nectar of my life

I fight when your shoes stray around,

When that wet towel sleeps on the bed,

Or you forget the important item on the list,

How much irksome these habits may be,

You will always be the nectar of my life,

For when I need you the most you always hold me tight.

Miss you

Your blue shirt with the ink stain,

That you wore before you left,

I have pressed it well, to wear for the day,

To feel you, your embrace,

Its been so long you are not near,

And this is how much I miss you.

Lazy by day

Fixed to the black foam chair,

Look at the dull beeping monitor,

Fingers, now well trained for their daily role play,

Run on the keyboards, faster,

And my resume firmly declares,

I am lazy by day, creative after.

Keep in touch

She sits on the armchair,holding her phone,

A routine to follow every Saturday,

Waiting cautiously to hear the phone ring,

So much to speak about the whole week,

Never to miss, a promise she made,

To her dear child when s/he left.

Jump back in time

When envelopes carried emotions

and typewriters wrote stories,

When the landline was our lifeline,

and dictionaries helped with meanings,

I wish to jump back to those times

when life paused to say Hello.

Intoxicated by you

Dressed in the simplest drapes, all fine,

You dance to your carefree self,

No heels, no gloss, no danglers on,

Just you, your pleasant beauty,

I need no rum,no wine,

I am, forever intoxicated.

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Each day a kind deed.

Pages

Zipper

Yesterday

Xerox

Wreath

Version.me

Untitled

Truth

Sea beach

Repentance

Quarter

Pleasant moment

Obituary to negativity

Nectar of my life

Miss you

Lazy by day

Keep in touch

Jump back in time

Intoxicated by you

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