Transposition.....Poetry Thursday

This weeks' prompt is change. This is what came out of my thoughts.
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Transposition

with blazing tranquility
i stare at space,
seeing the various changes
vividly inside my mind.
the purple shades,
the orange hues,
intense colours
of my life
passing by.

shaking out
desolate thoughts’
i come out whole,
conceding decisively
my happiness
is what I am.

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Coffee Tales..Haiku

sleepy awake state
so much caffeine in my body,
am now living dead

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I have not done this for a long time now. This came out of drinking too much of the beverage!

Finally....Sunday Scribblings

This week's Sunday Scribblings post for Goodbyes has acted as a kind of catharsis for me. An open goodbye from me, in broken sentences, disjointed thoughts. I have not edited it. I could not edit it.

Having known you for long,
I never thought one day I would stop knowing you.
Stop thinking of you.
Stop loving you.
Stop to share myself with you.
Stop.
Just stop.
How does anyone stop?
That complete whole part, how does one break it deliberately?
How does one even contemplate it?
Seems impossible, doesn’t it?

But I had to do this.
For myself.
For my sanity.
This unhealthy subjugation of me was taking a toll.
In all way possible.

I say good bye in the only way I can.
Cremating all that was there inside my mind
in the funeral pyre that is burning so bright within my heart,
within my mind,
within my soul.
Along with that I burn myself….
freeing me from that state which had taken hold of me
for so long
that I couldn’t see beyond it…

Finally I am free.
Free from that self-destructing force.
Finally I could do it.
Finally I said goodbye.
Finally I can see beyond you.

See within myself.

For more on goodbyes, check here.

Straight Curves---Poetry Thursday

This week's prompt was the very mathematical prove it. Here is my humble offering. I have written a few mathematical poetry before this. Here is another one!

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Straight Curves

straight lines over curves
never get on my nerves!

going off in a tangent
Isn’t that so very pleasant?

functions in parabola
as interesting as hyperbola!

wild algebra always dances
with geometrical nuances!

proving e is equal to m c square
is cakewalk for me, oh, dear!

verifying my love for you-
how do I make a breakthrough?

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Staple Diets

on the line,
those tiny bent pins
await their turn for
binding papers,
little realising,
they are reponsible
for the tiny holes,
which pierces
the cellulose soul.

Stapler with metallic heart
clawing the pins!!

Narcissistic misery

flowing from my pen,
inky music accords
honour to my thoughts,
consisting of
narcissistic misery
with hardly any words.
chronicle of catastrophe
mingles with the blood of
my prosody.

Chalk Chronicles......Sunday Scibblings

The writing prompt Chronicles by Sunday Scribblings was not easy by any standards. I kept thinking for three days but I am not satisfied with what I came up with. Still I decided to post.

Friday….

Read about the Sunday scribbling writing prompt. To chronicle. Thinking about it.

Saturday....

Still no idea. Mind is closed up.

Sunday morning....

Still blank. Staring at the screen. Something forms.

One day in the life of a chalk…

After the assembly
I can hear her footsteps.
In anticipation
I await for her to
pick me up.

Again I am left out;
my friends get picked.
I watch her fingers moving
with fast pace
on the blackboard.

Pausing here,
explaining there;
depicting formulae
of sums unknown
to me or them.

Finally I get my wish
but how! Feeling
a slimy hand crushing
me to splinters,
powdered to dust.

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Why I love poetry.....poetry thursday

Another response to the writing prompt by poetry thursday, Why I love poetry along with the previous one posted yesterday.

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Why I love Poetry

This is both and easy or a difficult question to answer. I have always loved poetry as far as I can remember. Before I only read it but now I attempt at writing it. I started with the classic poets which gave me so much pleasure. I could only be in awe of the structured poetry. I have written a few on those lines but I like the freedom of writing unstructured poetry or more liberally known as free verse. I pen down my experiences or just go out into that fantasy land which gives me so much space. Poetry takes me to the realms which can’t be explained in words. One can pack in so much meaning in so few words. Images, metaphors, similes make it very interesting. Poignancy of thoughts and feelings can only be brought out in the form of poetry. By my poetry I have discovered the inherent me.

Saluting the poetic words....an experiment...

words

stir souls,

awakening heart,

striking mind as flaming darts,

assuring us dreaming never dies.

pen

progresses,

lustrously so,

with expressions

free spirited on paper,

music

playing

rhythmatically

lyrics on the back

jumping within my thoughts

world

born anew,

vision of poets'

sparkle in hands,

imaginings ascending to sky.

Poetry-

salute it as

the sun in the night,

fetching with it only light;

illuminating the lane it walks.

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Consider this as a poetry thurday prompt.

Five unknown aspects about me

I was tagged by Russell Ragsdale for this. Without getting into long discussions about it, here goes my list:

1). I like to knit. It is the biggest stress buster for me. Not even my closest friends are aware of this fact. All my knitting I pass them off as done by my mom.

2). I like to walk barefoot at home in summers. The coolness and the solidity of the floor soothes me.

3). My middle name is Sujata. I was named after the untouchable disciple of Siddhartha Gautam who was named Sujata.

4). I love to fly kites. Those give me a feeling of soaring and merging into the never ending sky.

5). Time permiting I can sleep for days and if the need arises I can go without sleep also for days.

There are many other facts but I would rather keep those to myself..:D

I tag dsnake1, lotus reads, whitesnake,margie and sage. I look forward to your inputs if you do play it.