Shore

I am lost,

In the wilderness of thoughts.

I searched for a shore,

While swimming through,

the ocean of thoughts.

To settle down in a hideout,

To build the ship of a life time,

And then, to embark on a journey,

For conquering an ultimate horizon

I found a shore,

But it’s too far away!

The currents dragged me away,

My unrelenting efforts took me a bit farther,

Only to be lashed out further back.

Every setback augured me,

To fight back and not to give up.

Every forward movement,

Thundered an excitement inside my heart

Giving some energy to fight on,

In tandem with rising expectation.

Are my expectations too much?

I wondered!

But realistically where am I?

Neither drowning in the ocean,

Nor reaching the shore.

Floating like a wooden block,

With only tides as final source of hope.

However, tides are getting ruder now,

Resisting all my efforts to move forward

Shore is smiling,

Yet yelling,

It is screaming at me

You are an intruder,

Hence, you aren’t welcome!

The beautiful shore is enticing,

But, it’s harder for me

To reach anywhere near it.

I wish the wind cease to flow,

So that tides secedes from my path.

But what shall I do?

To convince the shore,

That I am not an intruder!

When there is no welcome,

The shore will be inhospitable,

To really weave the dreams,

Or, for strengthening my aims.

May be the ocean can do a favor for me!

It can submerse the shore,

To encroach the inlands,

Then I can reach that forbidden land

With the power of tides

Otherwise, it can get away

Leaving behind more area for the shore

Sparing me rooted to the ground

Then I can walk with ease towards my destiny

It’s harder for me to conceive the fact,

That shore is so near, yet so far.

It’s not a lost battle yet,

Time and tide will change,

I will somehow,

Make it to the shore, soon!

I wrote this poem couple of years back. I've entered this poem in  pleasantly-disturbed-thursdays-vol-7 blog carnival. Please visit to read others writings. Image courtesy the colonnadeinn .

What it takes

A smile is what it takes,

To cheer up the spirits.

A laugh is what it takes,

To forget the bad issues.

A rose is what it takes,

To express the feelings.

A hand is what it takes,

To hold another hand,

And, to walk away.

A dream is what it takes,

To embark on a journey,

For achieving something.

A tear is what it takes,

To shed the pain in heart.

A sorry is what it takes,

To solve a bitter fight.

Patience is what it takes,

To receive something special.

Love is what it takes,

To bring two hearts together.

Trust is what it takes,

To bond those hearts forever.




I enjoyed writing this poem a lot. 

Stand

                          

Stand up to cheer all the fighting losers

To acknowledge their ever silly brave hearts

And then show your funny support

Nimbly to their over egoistic effort

Dust their pride by showering boos from gallery 

Acrostic Limerick on 'STAND'. Prompt # 8 in acrostic only blog carnival. Visit the site for more acrostic poetry.Image courtesy : alterebro .

Prayer

Platform of untiring faith

Relished through selfless devotion

Allays fear of disorientation and failure

Yearning for unbounded support

Erases clouds of ego and anger

Renews affirmation in god 

Prompt # 11 in  acrosticonly blog carnival.Please visit for reading other entries. 

Nuisance

Noisy by nature

Under bad influence

Intrudes lives deliberately

Seeking all enraged attention

Arrogantly disrupts the harmony

Notching feathers of stained pride

Collecting heaps of delirious abuses

Elates at mustering the glorious ruins 

Prompt # 3 in Acrostic Only blog carnival. Please visit to check the other entries. Thanks. J

Infamous Gene Limerick

An infamous author named Gene

was more cared about exciting his readers

He wrote obscene to thrill

Those who are romantic

It isn’t a crime to to be an erotic writer.

Well, i am fascinated by the style of limericks. This is my first attempt to crack this format. My source of inspiration is mad kane humor blog . 

Addicts

They talks about an n-dimensional world

They lives inside a cage of blissful illusion

They claim about achieving elusive peace

Inhaling their miraculous puffs of smoke

Or injecting soul twisting venom on veins

That they consider as the heavenly solution

To jump down from the cliff of life’s troubles

To fly away from the tip of depressing failures

They seek the den of exquisite darkness to hide

As it looks impervious through their clouded eyes

They build secret kingdoms of enchanting silence

Then scouts for preys to strengthen their dynasty

Sells the bait of a world unknown to the hapless

The clone of a mythical heaven rooted on earth

Those who fall for this lust will remain as victim

Until someone, sprinkle the refining rays of hope

To rescue them from the clutches of this fatal evil

I am late. However, I wrote this poem to participate in three word Wednesday blog carnival . I simply loved this concept. The three words for this edition are bait, jump, & victim. Visit to check other entries. Thanks J

Hill

History lies beneath its height

Inching higher towards the sky

Lonely heart amidst the plains

Lets trees and rocks to flourish

Hinders the sight on the other side with a sigH

Invokes the romance amongst hearts with it's sabI

Lures the living souls towards something naturaL

Lost in the greed of humans for growing verticaL 

This is another experiment. I wonder if it came through! ‘Sabi’ has relation with the word beauty. That is all I know about it. I checked many words to fill in the word ending with‘I’. I thank Wordbyletter  for getting me that word. Check out for any type of words in this site. 


This poem is for participating in pleasantly-disturbed-thursdays blog carnival. Please visit and see other entries. Thanks :)

Hope from heaven

Look at the stars,

They are shining with grace,

Look at the moon,

He is smiling with romance

Even the late night breeze has touch of love

Trying to evoke the spirit of peace in hearts

To heal the tears

From the cheeks of sad souls

When the frozen hearts get the warmth

Of blessing from heaven

The tears starts flying upwards

With the smile from the heart onboard

Wait for that moment

It will come for sure

Images courtesy : journalism.cuny ,   iasos.

Football

Flair weaved with ever dancing legs

Over the green meadows they play

Orchestrated by thoughtful coaches

Tackling down to stop the threats

Battling hard to go past defenders

At any cost to score a dazzling goal

Long shots drilled from distance thrills

Lusty saves breaks hearts at once

I was fascinated by a poet who wrote a poem on PRAYER. I just wanted to write on my passion,football.

Be Selfish

Be selfish, 

As no one understand your honesty.

You may be living in world of dreams,

With happiness and unhappiness,

Surrounded by friends and relatives,

You may be feeling so comfortable with that.

Just turn back and analyze,

What did you get, when it mattered?

Who among them came for your rescue,

when you were down with difficulty?

You will see the bleak picture!

You are alone when you are in trouble,

You love them all always,

Never want to hurt anyone,

Yet could hear some one saying,

 You cheated me!

You always had plans for others,

To give the best offers and benefits,

But, many don’t have the patience,

to reap the benefits.

Yet complains !

They listen to someone else’s jealous taunts,

Mislead,misguided and disoriented

 They comes after you with poisonous words,

To hurt you for your honesty,

by targeting your fragile emotions .

They will realize the mistake someday.

But, you change yourself ,

Be selfish,

Then you won’t be handling others issues!

Hence, there won’t be any hues from others.

Be selfish,

Get on with your life,

Sail it towards peaceand prosperity,

As sometimes you realize late,

That you didn’t reach anywhere,

After running after many things for others,

By then you will be alone,

Healing the wounds of regrets and despair!

Be selfish,

Those who touched the sky,

They did it with selfish dedication.

You are the only reliable support,

For yourself at any time.

You save yourself, before saving others!

There are some people who forget their lives by living for others. But they end up struggling with out any support in return. There are some-others, who get all the wrath despite doing everything possible for others. 

Poet

It takes just seconds!

To get a spark,

An inspiration,

An excitement,

And some beautiful thoughts.

It takes some minutes,

To write those thoughts,

With worthwhile words.

Its beauty is revealed,

When some one reads,

And goes through the emotions,

That the poet went through,

It becomes splendid!

 Various meanings are derived,

When many people read it.

As with the time,

The value of those words

keeps improving.

Some moments of creativity,

That gives others,

A reason to think,

A reason to realize,

A reason to analyze,

A reason to get inspired,

Isn’t it a nice reason for a poet to write?

It may not yield money

But it wields the satisfaction

That lasts forever!

A poem dedicated to all poets in this world.

Fishy

Suspicion looms over

When lots of interests shown

Without any words of intent 

Well this is my experimental foray into Haiku platform.

Tweet Poem

Thirsty Inner soul

Calling for some relief

Give it a heaven to relax

Take it away from

The hell of distress thoughts

Book a paradise for vacation

Steal a yellow jersey to cheer

The triumphs of successful naps

Create diamond mirages for

Illusionary rainfall from the sky

Lend a panic button from Facebook

Fix it in your heart to fix anxiety

If it’s still not funny enough

And bored like audience of

Tear jerking soap operas on TV

Keep re-tweeting some lame jokes

This is one of the poems that i tweeted. 

Cheer up

Dance to the beats of evening rain

Sing in tandem with the rhythm of inner soul

Tap the hands and spread the cheer

Drain out all the negative vibes into the sky

As you dance, watch out for new steps

Buy all the claps for brimming smilie in return

See the swirling moves of coffee vapors in mid air

See how the wind makes them dance to its tune

Watching from the sidelines will make you realize

That the jokers of life have to prank hard

To extract the bubbles of joyous laughter

I am late,but i wanna participate in pleasantly-disturbed-thursdays-vol-5. 

1. And

Dragons and dinosaurs, a dig at the past

Zombies and robots, a vision into the future

War and peace, a couple with affinity

Floods and draughts, a couple that never meets

Body and shadow, a multi-dimensional illusion

Crime and detective, a telepathic chase

Painting and painter,  a colorful romance 

This is my experimental foray into seven line poetry.