My Tales Within

Hanging on hope

In the dark he went
Leaving a scent behind
Alone I wait
On the edges
of darkness
The deep lonely black
Closing in on me
I stay alive
and sane
hanging on to the hope
Hanging precariously
on the imagined footsteps
On his cloths that hang
And a shrinking strip of light

Photo Challenge #425

Masterpiece (Lantern Poem)

Blank
Canvas
Stares back
Mirrors the mind
Blank

Thought
Appears
In the white
extended hands
Pull

There
Is Born
In friendship
A masterpiece
Love

#Whatdoyousee

#WDYS

#lanternpoem

Like the Butterflies

Many colours
on our wings
We are like
the butterflies

Fluttering
in the breeze
In frolic and in pain
Always looking nice

The warm long hugs
The loud happy laughs
Pats on the heads
And the soothing lullabies

Talks on the swings
stretching into the night
songs of nostalgia
and a pair of moist eyes

Memories add a tinge
to the colours on our wings
Some dark crimson
Some matching the blue skies

Sun glides
on our wings
Turning dawn to dusk
Swiftly the time flies

We spring and fly
onwards on our own
Wings a bit laden
with tearful goodbyes

Bound to be back
tethered to our kaleidoscope of love
Like the rays of the sun
And the butterflies

Wherever

Wherever is a good destination

In response to Linda’s One Liner Wednesday

#1LinerWeds

Destination wherever (Manzil Kahan)

सुबह की
ख़ामोश रास्तों पर
रोशनी की किरण हूँ में

रात की
सोए हुए अंधेरों की
पहली सुबह हूँ मैं

ख़्वाबों के
अधूरे अल्फ़ाज़ों की
अनकही कहानी हूँ में

सफ़र की
अनजान राहों का
अकेला राही हूँ मैं

मंज़िलों की
पहचान नहीं हैं
शायद पहुँच गया हूँ मैं

The longest Day #tanka

Each minute counted
wait seem to stretch forever
It’s been the longest
breath seems to be laboured now
I wonder which will be last

#TankaTuesday

Stillness of the deep

In the lake
Laying placid
Lies buried
meanings deep

Calm on the surface
Like a pretending mirror
Reflecting the fake
Hiding the truth beneath

the inquisitive finger
Scratches the surface
In a poke of inquiry
Pierces the flimsy sheath

Ripples give away
the illusion
Distorting the unreal
Revealing the truth we seek

It’s not the blue sky
Or the ochre of the woods
It’s the flow of the water
And the stillness of the deep

#Keepitalive

#Whatdoyousee

#WDYS

Khamoshi

मैं ख़ामोश हूँ
मेरी चीख़ों को आवाज़ों की
ज़रूरत नहीं

ख़ामोश अल्फ़ाज़ों को
लफ़्ज़ों की बैसाखियों की
ज़रूरत नहीं

शब्दों में फ़रेब है
खामोशी में नहीं
बंद लबों को
क़समों कि ज़रूरत नहीं

शब्दों में बनावट है
खामोशी में नहीं
दिल की गहराइयों में
मन के बदलते मिज़ाज नहीं

मैं ख़ामोश हूँ
मेरी सचाई को
किसी मंज़ूरी की ज़रूरत नहीं

Nothing but you

Leave everything
that is not you
Leave no traces of you
Not even few

Scrape the edges
Down to the core
Till you are left
With nothing more

Shed the pretence
Shed the pride
Remove the name
leave the identity aside

As we reach
the last crumb
We gnaw away
the senses numb

there in the stillness
when nothing is you
What is left
Is nothing but you

Wings on the wall

She always wondered what it was, that drew her to the inanimate wings etched on the wall.
On that fateful night, on the way back from her office, she was surrounded by the uncouth, lecherous ruffians of the neighbourhood who had been stalking her. As she struggled in the clutches of the evil, she felt helpless and violated as the groping hands pinned her to the wall.
Then in a stroke of a miracle, she started to float. The wings had come alive. She soared in the sky, flying free. Then she turned and dived, going for the kill.

Written in response to 99 Words Story- Floating, hosted by Charli Mills of the carrot ranch

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