The Last Letter...

You left me alone
One more time
Like last time and the times before.

The mad lover in me
Every time broken
Picks her pieces
Still tries to find you
In the shattered pieces of my heart.

The shards of memories
Shine like diamond
But pain immeasurable
From every angle
Showing me glimpses of time
Spent madly thinking of you
Often Day dreaming
Every possible moment.

What it takes for u
To throw me away from your life
Your ease is my agony
Our separation my fate
But like a phoenix arising out of ashes
Should my hope never die?
I write one last time all my love
Yes, I kiss it with all my heart.

My audacity as you may call
I no longer wait for you to come back
To kindle once again what we had,
To start once again
A life full of true love!
But today I make a solemn promise
The fire which burnt my soul
The love which spirited my being
Left me bereft, naked in my own eyes
Never to trust anyone else
Again
Ever again....

***

PS: Wrote this piece for Magpie Tales #308

Love, I Ran After...

Charing Cross Road, 1937 by Wolfgang Suschitzky

Is it all we had?

Affection, love, joy

Where is it now we that shared?

Eyes as big as yours

Remember, I wanted to drown in

Dive in the love I called 'first',

Talks as sweet as yours

Intoxicated I was at every syllable

I wonder it was the love-nectar.

We held hands often

Clenched each other's emotions

Stole a touch, here & there

Hallucinating was the love

I, hypnotized to a world

Completely different, completely new.

Today, It's as if I woke up

The world once again, completely new,

A world devoid of you,

Unbearable, unfathomable

Excruciating desperateness 

A pain so dark, inside me .

Yet, I wonder

What goes inside you

Your eyes notice any of it!

Or, was I just a ripple in the rain

in a world grey and black

Was I the one running blindly

on a road slippery!

Whatever it was,

"It" stays in my heart

Imprinted on my soul

To go away with my ashes....

P.S.: Penned for the image prompt provided by Magpie tales, Mag 300. 

"Be Yourself"

A closed box

Stifled breaths

Grabbing holds

A very restless mind...

Lock it someday

Drop it from the highest peak.

You were once a swimmer newborn

dive deep in the soothing turquoise,

Quench the child in you

blow the dandelion,

Immerse in the melody of nature

stomp on the fall-leaves,

Move the inflexible do the difficult

dance on your favorite tune,

Throw away the glooms

dress up in Saffron-Orange,

Let the Earth be your piano

wear the symphony of anklets,

Dry the tears in your eyes

Adorn them with the deep of kohl.

...Yes, for once "Be Yourself"

Today, let the mask drop

let the truth reign

let the soul be free!

This poem is written for the Poets on the Page's first prompt-January 2016. It was to explore yourself, un-become what you are not, drop everything that isn't you and embrace the real you.

Presents!

It wasn't wrapped up

in the glittery hues 

of the season...

but it's sparkle

blinded our eyes forever!

It didn't come

in a big box, we 

curious to open...

but it's size 

enough to take all the room in our hearts!

It didn't make

music like the clock of the cuckoo

brown and bright...

but it's coos and cries

were the loveliest sonatas we ever heard!

Yes, 

Our 'presents' from heaven

wrapped with rainbow smiles

warm hugs and melodious giggles

is here,

making life joyous

every season

making life hopeful 

every breath.

* I knew I wanted to write about my daughters when I read "Presents" as the prompt at Theme Thursday. Daughters fill hearts with the joy and peace of every season, life long and forever. They are God's invaluable presents like nothing else.