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Photo by Tetiana SHYSHKINA on Unsplash Dabbling of brushes along colours rather cloak-and-dagger eyes running across the envisaged surface dilemma crossing what is the best part creating experience Or the abandoned work of art! Colours mirroring chaos or tranquillity in the heart of the artist is for the viewer to bore Colours vivid & bold with all garnished The stroke of the paint all so perfect as if each line separates the ocean from the sky! It is both surprising & stunning all condensed into a sheet page an inspiration an idea a blank page & set of colours a space to express to bring out the hues that are muted as if burning by millions of years of sun eyes on the horizon where blue meets blue! ©Shweta, 2020. All Rights Reserved. |
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Artistic Expression - A Poem
Dancing with my Shadow - A poem
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| Photo by Martino Pietropoli on Unsplash |
A guest shining in the darkness
©Shweta, 2020. All Rights Reserved.
Originally published in the publication Spiritual Tree
with rays glowing as shadows
a momento to become nothing under the
starlit night or sunlight
It reincarnates and dies alongside me
Like we humans, are nothing but dust
Shadow zips up into my body
until it’s beneath my feet
I see it unfurl, walking away
once more stretching itself into the dark
It trails me, dances between the trees
as the sun flickers through it
Mirroring my actions,
Looking up at me, admiring my every move
Immaculate outline of my shape
echo of my movements
Lifetime of companion
melting into the darkness with twilight
Loopy strides, or walking at a snail pace
Darkness leading us up to the light
Dancing endlessly with my shadow
As if — I am & I am not!
©Shweta, 2020. All Rights Reserved.
Originally published in the publication Spiritual Tree
Reading in Progress - A poem
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| Photo by Amy Benton Blake on Unsplash |
She sat there in a corner
On her favourite couch
With fog on her glasses
From the cup of tea in her hand
A book in another hand
As she deeply indulges herself in reading
She smiles as the characters
Talk and express among themselves
She cries as the book comes to an end
Dreaming of life the characters lived
She catches her breath
Each time the climax grows near
She is deaf to the surroundings
The book is all she can hear now
She is completely lost in the words
Black & white flying in her head
Sparkling and connecting the circuits
Inside her brain, shining bright
And each time, she found herself
Indulging in a new experience, the book took her along.
Author’s Note: Dedicated to all the readers and bookworms out there! Happy Reading!
Originally published in the publication The Cornered Gurl on 11 May 2020
Checkmate - A poem
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| Photo by Javier Grixo on Unsplash |
Black and white, a checkerboard
a game of hidden moves
a game of wisdom & wise;
King & pawn move only a square
moving a step, left or right
keeping enemy at sight;
Mounted knights are unique though
they don’t take anyone’s blow
they strike from any side;
Bishops hampered by the rules
following them till the grave
they can never misbehave;
Rook, bold like a fort
moves the along the sides
shoving the enemy’s stride;
Queen, the fearless
moves anywhere
it is hard to keep her guarded anyway;
Triumph or defeat is not the end
learning strategy is the game
the choice we make, while we are being played!
©Shweta, 2020. All Rights Reserved.
Originally published in Literally Literary
Tea for Two - A poem
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| Photo by δΊηε ORIENTO on Unsplash |
A ray of sunlight shaping up to my feet
At the dawn of an early hour
Boiling leaves within the dark of a kettle
Making way for us to settle
Across a tiny table
seeing the gleaming eyes
and the echoing giggle
A cup of tea for you and me
Dipping a cookie melted in love
of the sweetness of the tea
Finding bliss and harmony
engaging in pure and creamy
a taste that was rhythm in the symphony!
©Shweta, 2020. All Rights Reserved.
Originally Published in Blue Insights
A Witness of Time! - A poem
Photo by Felipe Bustillo on Unsplash
Young and true, once upon a time
Love in the heart, mine and thine!
Beauty and youth, innocent and wild
Tied up in the mind making her blind!
As time passes by, a reason to bewail
The agony of life sinks in making her fail!
Wilting the flowery heart
A bitter symphony to impart!
With callous memories, ruined with malice
Sinking deeply into her veins!
Making her bones go brittle
And leaving scars on her soul!
Slowly withered in nature like a dead flower
With cruel claws that capture and rupture!
Originally published on A Cornered Gurl
Don't have to wait - A poem
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You wonder where you are with the heaviness in your heart and nothing to say feeling you have lost yourself!
Wild thoughts clouding your head
caught up in the surface than deep down when you know are strong to survive this by not letting dark control you!
Don’t let hope fade, slip through your fingers
Life is what we make it now Don’t have to wait for the right time We are all blind, we can’t see the end of future Love what you have now Do what you love now Be alive again Come to life letting your heart glow! |
Memories - A poem
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Photo by Debby Hudson on Unsplash
Learning to heal,
Learning to set boundaries, it is just a process each learns in the matter of time to surrender and make peace!
Letting the experiences
spin a story, a safe cocoon for us, memories slowly fade, as each thread untangles itself to fall away! |
Season Replay - A poem
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| Photo by Dragos Gontariu on Unsplash Once upon a time as a child was carried away There was a time on a summer day I was elated in a different way Living life without a care Hustling against the warm summer air Dreaming life is a simple affair You bring life, magic, and flare! Spending days with ones I love Thanking the stars up above My summer days I always savor But I had a school to must attend Oh, summer! Shine… Everybody depends upon you See you soon, in heaven so blue in ten months that blew! |
Felling my Foe - A poem
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Photo by Heather M. Edwards on Unsplash
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Why engage in this malevolence?
lugging heaviness
in heart and cringe
I ignore, so do you
I evade, so do you
faking smiles
pretensions
and
small talks!
The heart knows and sees
furious is the mind
It is time to move on
to let you go
because you are not worthy
to risk the danger of you becoming a friend!
Nonet the Night - A poem
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| Photo by Simone Viani on Unsplash |
When the darkness takes over silence
hinting a ray of light through moon
reminding us there is a
silver lining, showing
up, when days are dim
starless and grim
smile again —
there is
light!
Author's note: "Nonet the night” is attempting to write a nine-line poem following its syllabic form for each line describing the night or something about the night or an object enhanced by the night.
Edges of Cracks - A poem
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| Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi on Unsplash |
With constellations ever-changing
Those are stars behind the eyelashes
born from fire & stardust
there is a lightning shine in the armor
seen through edges of the cracks!
eDgY - A poem
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| Photo by Daniel Watson on Unsplash |
making life an eDgY experience
learning to make way around it to fullest,
welcoming human experiences
often we forget broken edges of crayons,
creates beautiful exquisite work of art!
©2019 Shweta
Originally published on Medium.com
Do you know me? - A poem
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| Photo by Jeane Liu on Unsplash |
Tell me...
Do you know what I could be?
You claim to know me in & out
You have drenched in every droplet that makes “me”
Of my ever-changing course of the rivulet
Streams, rivers, glaciers
Make their own way
But the sea, only where all these come to end!
Streams, Rivers, Glaciers
Have their own ebbs & flows
Unknown to the sea & world
Ocean is not everything,
It is a part of their life’s course of the journey
You cannot judge their tides,
Because you only see the ocean
Not the source, nor the place of birth!
Authors Note: Readers, it is easy to judge a person, or a situation and pass lewd comments or opinions, by looking at the current scenario, does anyone think of — Why? How? Perhaps?
Think twice, thrice, honestly a zillion times! We don’t know what each one of us has been through in our journey of life, be kind to each other, help each other grow and become the best version of ourselves. We are no one to judge an “anyone” when we walk imperfect paths ourselves!
Love in 3 Words
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| Photo by Amy Shamblen on Unsplash |
My thoughts on love in a few words:
- Two Souls Intertwined
- Devotion without Lust
- Amour of hearts
Author’s Note: Love can mean different things for different people like chalk and cheese. Nonetheless, it is one emotion we yearn for throughout our lives. To find at least one individual, one soul, who sets your soul on fire and lets you spread your wings to fly :)!
©Shweta, 2019
Originally published on Medium.com
Becoming ME - A poem
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| Photo by Steinar Engeland on Unsplash |
A few years ago
I always kept running
Running from all the problems
all that haunted me
all the negatives I was succumbing to
all that hurt me despairingly;
Searching for the one thing,
that would set me free
from all which afflicted me;
In time, looks like
I stumbled upon it
giving myself time to be me
attaining inner peace and silence
believing in what life has made me,
for everything I have become
and everything I am yet to be!
Author’s Note: Take time to and live through and accept what you have been through. Give yourself a chance to grieve and heal. Gradually, you will see a new self emerging out of the darkness and you will fall in love with yourself!
©Shweta, 2019 All rights reserved!
Originally published in A Cornered Gurl
ThanksGiving - A poem
I am thankful for a little too many things in my life —
Because I am not alone
Because I have a pie in the sky!
Because there is love & honour
Because there are laughs & tears!
Because I snuggle at night
in the warm moonlight sight!
Because my clothes fit a little too tight
Which means I have a healthy appetite!
Because I pay taxes
Which means I am employed!
Because there are every day chores
Which means I have a sweet home!
Because I have an education
Which means I can read the books on the shelves!
Because I have words wanting to breathe
Meaning I write poems all the time!
Because there is always something to be thankful about
Which means you are so alive!
Author’s Note: Just a small gesture of gratitude for all that I am blessed with each day! Thank you for all the readers for the support.
Resentful Escape - Flash Fiction
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Photo by Ricardo IV Tamayo on Unsplash
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His eyes were cold and lifeless, as he stared at the woman from the other side of the glass.
She could hear him scream, — “Don’t leave me, please save me!”
He was trembling with fear when they tied him up to the chair.
With a bleeding heart, she headed out of the back door, to never return. No one will ever know what she had done.
Magic - A poem
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| Photo by Yeshi Kangrang on Unsplash |
It is love,
that makes life divine
It is kindness,
that takes courage
It is dreams,
that no can stop you from having
It is magic,
you won't see if you don’t believe in it
It is me,
I’m no Cinderella
It is not my world, the oyster
I ain’t no pearl
It is me soaring high,
the sky is the only limit I know!
Author's Note: There is magic everywhere, even inside you. Don’t conceal the uniqueness you bring to the world, that is your magic — be bold, be quirky, be creative, be the best version of yourself and you will start seeing a little bit of magic in everything.
Originally published in From the Poet's Heart
Usher of the Fall - A poem
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| Photo by Greg Shield on Unsplash |
As the summer is
drawing up the curtain for
the usher of the Fall,
The colour surrounding is
Amber, gold & brown
The mood evolved is
The mood evolved is
Merry, light & sound
The wind hustling is
The wind hustling is
Drifting through the town
The landscape depicted
fresh from an artistic brush
The picturesque is
The picturesque is
wet as a painters canvas
Loveliest season of the year
Paving way for the winter
gently brushing down the leaves
on the ground & we all call it “Fall of Leaves”!
©Shweta, 2019 All rights reserved!
Originally published in The Cotton Thread
Originally published in The Cotton Thread
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