Poem73.Happy To Call It A Dream

Happy To Call It A Dream

Walking, walking,

dreamily , calmly,

just going,

aimlessly.

 

Deserted area,

nearby calm sea,

wind blowing,

just walking.

Speeding cycle,

suddenly she saw,

at a distance,

and wished to call.

Thunder sudden;

made her turn,

what she saw,

made her churn.

The sea was rising,

eating the land,

eagerly coming,

to take her hand.

Wanted to shout,

no voice came out,

death, the thought,

strike her just.

Suffocation
lack of air

Struggling

Deep blackness.

Sudden shaking ,

heard him ask

"what happened"

realized, not dead.

Touch by hands of death,

shook me inside out,

Spared out this time;

so, happy to call it a dream.

Remembering the beautiful words of  Robert Frost

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. "

Entering for Magpietales "Mag 91"  where we have to write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured as your inspiration.

Poem72.The Truths

The Truths

Sitting in my grave
yet won't recognize
one shovel mud per day
or one per one minute.

The rates only differs
the task is the same
you dance be happy
cry or hate you do.

Whatever or whichever
however you have to
ought to will do
fill , your grave.

You hate or love the thought
the fact remains the same
each sec takes you more
complete towards your goal.

You negate ,say not the case
but one day you have to leave
all the whims, and fancies
which you call yours.

Birth death, the truths
mankind like to avoid.
Birth you can control
death, can you stop???

Poem 71. Precious

Precious

Hunger to mingle

laugh with  ease

increase increase

difficult to control.

To be among people

watch ,argue,feel

get angry, be sad

wishing for all that.

Lives in comfort

being mentally a pauper

By world, should be happy

but not at all.

If comforts bring happiness

why does it play as a mirage

just being in front of me

not attainable..

What is precious, dear tell me,

happiness or comforts?

Poem 70.Fire of Dreams

Fire of Dreams

Conflicts between what am

what wanted to be

always  back in mind.

At times it reaches that point

where you burn yourself

with inferiority

but sits idle

feeling helpless 
day dreaming 

just allowing self

to get ruined in the fire of dreams.

Is it fair to yourself?

Why and why can't I find the courage

from the fire to leap forward

reach the goal or atleast try?

Dreams should give you power

to aim, shoot and reach your goal.

Or you will be like a volcano

always ready to erupt........

Poem69.Oh GOD....You are great...

In my last poem I have prayed to dear God to run antivirus on me....He instantly answered to my request and was hospitalised and done a full scan on me.....Just today came out clean....Oh GOD....You are great......

Really God has made me clean,clean my mind eyes ears everything...

Now I can hear the world in its true beauty. Hear the music..see all of you and more over be happy to be alive ...................

Had prayed to god

for cleaning with antivirus

never thought will grace soon

just the next day morn.

Then ,

 lying down in the hospital bed

closing eyes and watching

I can see dear words

with wonderful dresses

floating towards me.

They danced before me

called me to wake up

made me sure write.

Compelled, took a book

a pen  was ready,then

they went behind a curtain.

Now if lie down, sure

will start calling again.........