Showing posts with label Poems about writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems about writing. Show all posts

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Almost!

I walk.
Not stopping as life drags on
Drawing on my near infinite will
to move forward and not turn back
I sleep
My once dreams are incoherent rambles
of a splash of colors and words
drifting aimlessly.In vain, I try
to find within that which I know I lost
I run
A little raindrop trickles down
on to my numb fingers 
Kindling a long forgotten love
Memories flash by 
vibrant, albeit for an instant
I smile
Happy to relive, resurrect 
memories from foggy recesses of my mind
colors to images, words to verse 
I pause
For a split second , and the fog thickens
Clouding my memories,
muddling my thoughts yet again
Leaving me alone , incomplete , empty
I walk away
Like I always do , mechanically
Trying to comprehend the loss
of that, that was almost mine.


Saturday, June 15, 2013

Words - A Haiku Trial..

Verse , rhyme I wait for
Why do they take so much time?
From a (writer's) block away.


My first trial  at Haiku. Not even sure if I got my syllables right.. :)

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Lost Verses


The rustle of fresh leaves,
The white spring flowers..
The breeze that brushes
my hair against my cheek
With an ever gentle swish

The calm solitude of pleasure
I try to hold on to for ever
As words dance to their 
Sweet melodious music
Across my mind's 
Green windy wilderness

Woken into reality
From my distant dreams
Pleasure turns into anger
As my verses get lost
Falling into the vortex of my 
Tumbling thoughts
Again..

Monday, January 28, 2013

Paperless

An idea lights up,
Words come together
Expressions seek a vent
And I open my computer

Willing my fingertips to caress
Those alphabets to motion
Arranging and re-arranging words
Sans life.Sans emotion.

For those words of yore I yearn
Words on paper with a pen
Crossed , scribbled ,doodled, torn
Lovingly caressed with a hand forlorn

A neat cursive here.A scribble there.
Ink blots ,Those little dots
Marks left by an unfriendly eraser
On the pristine white of paper

Longingly I reach for a pen.
My fingers stop with a quiver..
Writing a few illegible lines
Hard it is to please my jilted lover.

Weary I put the pen aside
Placing my thoughts umpteen
Into the tangles of the web
And call it Going Green.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Pages of my Life

Wholly and Entirely inspired by this amazing post  of my teacher, where she wrote about the Sepia pages of her life.

The pages of my life go on
Immaterial. In consequential.
Meaningless.
With colored reality for yester-years
Pages frayed
From nostalgic wanderings.
Some vivid , picturesque
Others with words in-significant
In tear blurred ink 
The present quickly fades into the past.
The pages turn fast
 As I watch aghast.
Staring at the blank pages ahead
Trying to enjoy each ,
As it unfolds before me.
To savor every moment as it happens
In a vain delusion that
The pen I hold will let me choose
The words  I like
Before it becomes a written page.
Another memory in my past.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Crazy Voices

The world is buzzing past me
I hear voices all around
Some talking to me ,
Some about me ,
Yet others about things beyond me
In this cackle of voices,
My voice feeble and tremulous
seldom aired, seldom heard
often self muted by the cacophony
Of the loud and senseless
Closing myself to the blaring noise,
Sit down I did to hear my voice
Only to be deafened
By the my own loud  silence
Thoughts took wings and
flew through clouds
Words rained down
with strength never seen
With no rhyme or reason they flowed
With a purpose of expression bold
Looking down at my pen and paper
scattered with senseless chatter
Realizing that my voice unheard
Had metamorphosed into a written word