Falling In Love

A pretty smile from her teenage 

That stayed in my heart secretly 

As we grew into close friends 

Spending hours sharing little things 

Like happiness, incidents and secrets 

I realised she looked up to me faithfully

I felt a spark in my heart about her 

Her smile over the years became prettier

My mind couldn't stop thinking about her 

Her way of telling things first to me with 

So much excitement made me feel good 

Conversations with her became special 

Butterflies flew in my tummy whenever 

I heard her voice rumbling her things

I used to wait for her monthly call eagerly 

Sneaking away from her college or home

The calls became frequent over the time 

I couldn't tell her that I fell in love with her 

As her best friend,I couldn't let her down

I wrote many poetries about her secretly 

She let me flirt with her on valentines day 

I felt an intense bond thriving between us

Without uttering anything about love 

She became romantic and we became 

Mad lovers separated by the time zones 

She showered me with so much affection

Her husky voice became my morning light 

I shared my poetries about her, she liked 

I saw a life with her closer to a beach 

She invited me to her city to move ahead 

This poem is based on prompt "Describe what it was like to fall in love".

A Recurring Nightmare

 

Days after my father's demise 

I started seeing him in my dreams

It brought some relief to my heart

But it turned into a nightmare soon

I ran around to find an ambulance

And taking him to the hospital 

Only to be told that he was brought dead

I saw it again in my native place 

I had to run all the way to a junction 

To get a mini-ambulance 

To take my dad to a hospital

Again I Was told that he was brought dead

I started losing sleep 

I was living in a loop of a recurring nightmare 

That took me to the night where 

I struggled to get a vehicle on time

To take my dad to the hospital 

Where I was told, it was five minutes too late

I've seen the motionless body of my dad 

My mind felt guilty for being irresponsible

Not acting briskly enough to save my dad 

For nearly four months 

I kept seeing the nightmare and kept waking up 

In the middle of the nights 

I felt it was real and I was trying my best 

But every time I failed 

Until I tried a meditation 

Suggested by a friend 

I started getting good sleep 

And I stopped seeing that nightmare 

A Nightmare

A leaky dilapidated temple                                                                                                                                         

With mystic flowered deities                                                                                                                                                

Worshipped by an old priest                                                                                                                                         

Amidst the debris of past sins                                                                                                                                              

While the magic in the rain                                                                                                                                            

Showered precious stones                                                                                                                                         

Poisonous snakes came to                                                                                                                                                        

Be the guardians of the stones                                                                                                                                       

The talking sidewalks of Aragona                                                                                                                                       

Whispered about the treasure in the temple,                                                                                                                                     

But they were scared of the snakes, A greedy                                                                                                                                           

evil man rubbed ash offering from a demon,                                                                                                                                           

That offers powers to scare away the snakes,                                                                                                                                           

He entered the temple with a spear                                                                                                                                             

That emitted fire and he threw ash at snakes,                                                                                                                                           

They snarled away towards a creek,                                                                                                                                             

To quench their burns, He began collecting the stones,                                                                                                                                              

And they became mere coals, catching fire,                                                                                                                                                

He became a flame to dream a wake of death,                                                                                                                                              

He woke up in the creek drenched at dawn                                                                                                                                                

He didn't see any snake, He went to the temple                                                                                                                                                

and saw the priest worshipping                                                                                                                                

There was no sign of fire or precious stones

The poem based on word prompts #InstantEternal #turningthephrase #atreyasverse #wordsoupdaily

#moonmystic #vssdaily #ConverStory#WIPWordSearch #FlexVSS. Image from shutter stock.

One More Yesterday

I wish one more yesterday 

If I could, with you 

To walk along the Marina beach

Where I wished to propose you 

Holding your hands like lovers 

Without any undisturbed winds 

To hear your husky voice calling me

darling and sharing your thoughts 

I wish to see your colourful smile 

For one more time to seal it in my heart 

And walk away towards the grim sunset

Without saying goodbyes and any tears 

I want to purge the memories with you 

In the poems, I wrote for you years ago 

I know that you have read each of them 

I'll light a lamp with ounces of  whiskey 

Like a dark love burning bright at its end 

A poem based on word prompts #moonmystic #atreyasverse #ConverStory and  #ThePush. The image taken from Unsplash. Thank You :)

A Lost Infant

 A lost infant 

A lost bundle of dreams

Weaved during ten months 

Inside the mother's womb

About a lifetime of raising a child 

From the first scan of the movement

To the first  kick on the belly 

Listening to the sweet little things 

With an ear on the belly 

The selection of a sweet name

The shopping for welcoming baby

The decoration of the room and cradle 

A long wait for seeing the face

A long wait for seeing the smile 

A long wait to hear the first words

A long wait to see the first walk 

A long wait to play with the god's gift 

It's a short-lived joy

As the child left this world 

Too early 

It's a pain hard to heal

The tears of the bereaved  mother

The broken heart of a silent father 

 Consoling each other in silence 

Words can't console their loss 

As the image of their breathless infant

Haunt them as nightmares in 

Sleepless nights and hopeless days 

With all their hopes for a lifetime

Buried inside a small casket 

In the graveyard of sorrows 

With wishes for a cradle in heaven

This poem is written in solidarity with my friends who lost their children too early. Some inside the womb itself.