And it’s dark!

My dark  soul, darkens my  heart, darkens

                                                              my  mind,

                                                                lead-ing

                                                               to a black

dark room where I feed the darkness, to all.

*I  know, darkness is pain , that never ends!*


waiting,read never and red its ,bits in me Cut

be to

read

!read and

!feels read-ding & red-ding how me tell Don’t

*! !  traces in beats still that ,heart a have I For*


I consumed me, in hunger, I ruined me with my

                                                                            anger

                                                                        for breed

                                                                       and bread!

i know, how losses are like! , and what grieving is!

*For I’ve been searching me, for ages! in despair!*


or silence-s having violence-s in ,me see don’t I

silence-s

of full 

violence-s!

!sight no with,like is blind being what feel do I For

 * PEACE the for rise to ,me for waiting is I Since*


And this ** makes me a HUMAN who still breaths for

                                                                            The Humanity

                                                                              Lives for

                                                                            The Planet

With a dream to share a common & peaceful home

*Because I lost me and became homeless, in crowds!*


#–forward-backward–#

#PoetsForPeace 

Written for:-

https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2016/07/16/calling-all-poetscreative-minds-to-a-grand-collaboration-poets-for-peace/comment-page-5/#comment-19287

Inspired by:-

https://writingasitcomes.wordpress.com/2016/08/22/dawn/ 


 

 

 

Her Drawer

    Her Drawer

             where she hid

                            her planet

                                  Her sun

                                                      Her moon

                                                          Her galaxy!

                      Her Drawer

                          To hide,

her smiles!

                                   her rivers

and rivulets

                                             her dreams,

her desires

                                                           Her  Existence!

                                                                                And her-self!

                                    Her Drawer

                                            she locked,

                                                       her loved ones

                                                  captured the glimpses

                                                             Of the memories

                                                                     of her day

                                                                Everyday!

                                                          Of  Her life!

                            Her Drawer

                                  Her only asset

                                        her history

She lived

                                             with a mystery,

                                                           Her only treasure!

                                                               She earned and owned

                                                                      From her life & living!

HER DRAWER!!!

How could she let any-one IN???


#–lost–in–my–imaginations–#

 

 

 

 

The Strange-r

Words: | GONE | CHANGE | PRETEND | STRANGE | LIFE |

Cinquain (2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2)


Strange him,

Pretends being gone

Hypnotizing by red cherries

Reigning mine life‘s territories

Changing ME!

In response to:-

Weekly Writing Prompt #46

Finally tried to add the “about” page here :-

https://jyoteeblog.wordpress.com/about/

And this is my new site for admirers of Nepali literature:-

https://thenepaliliterature.wordpress.com/

 

HE’s Garden

SHE was like a

Rose

Bird of Paradise

Calla Lily

Magnolia

Water lily

Tulip

Orchid

Dahlia

Chrysanthemum

Plumeria

Gazanai

Passion Flower!

How could HE, not love SHE?

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.

.

#Top-12-beautiful-flowers-in-the-world

Source credit : –

Top 12 Most Beautiful Flowers in the World

 

 

Mirror spoke!

Mirror spoke

   As she stood by

              To speak  With the mirror!

                      Mirror had dark mind

                                    She had  black heart

                                 Wrapped in the shiny coat

                                           Mirror showed

                                                      her many faces

                                            As she  Stood by

                       The faces  Flood-ed out

          off the mirror

    And ran upon her body

             Like thousand horses

                                 She never saw

                                         How dangerous

                                                       The real she was!

https://mytrendingstories.com/article/mirror-spoke/

https://mytrendingstories.com/article/a-memory/

https://mytrendingstories.com/article/a-cup-of-love/

#poetry

 

A cup of Love

#Recipe
                                    h                              w                          b
                                e                       a                           e
                                        a                     r                           s
                                 t                    m                        t
                       Open your heart—wider! Pour some love.                                     
                    Pour– some care. Mix some– sweet  feelings.                                  
               Add- creamy— emotions.– Some —warm-er hugs.                         too
         Few pieces of smile,–soaked in- obsession-and -dissolve!              Is              hot
     Ignite- the souls-and embrace feel the each bit-of th- desires . It                  and
          Let it be warm and boil  -for moments—days–months                 sweet
             Years—and life-long–even after the life-eternity!                                   
                          the slices of time —-makes it bitter—                                       
                               serve it daily——A cup of love!
 
https://mytrendingstories.com/article/a-cup-of-love/