Poem80.Sail on a leaf..

Sail on a leaf..

Was swimming all alone

with fierce loneliness

tried to look across

saw just water more.

A leaf came to me

as I was drowning blue.

Tired and half lost

no energy to fight.

Got onto ,without thinking

boats were moving

ships were sailing

but, none was stopping.

Unknown leaf owner

acknowledged, a head shake

handed me with another

one of his rows spare.

Shaking the row in water

tried to learn it safer

no punch laugh or jokes

silent,safe but serious.

Anger tension always abode

but ,sails always secure

has on mind that am there

won't take risks anymore.

Gratefulness or love

what should I have

for looking after me

when no body was there.

Poem79.Searching

Searching

Was searching for something
wandering without idea,
what was looking for.

Now, my path more clear ;
from wisdom of passed days
yes,going towards the aim.

Knew the search is for love;
the one,not with gaps
continuous and complete.

Have seen here there just drops.
But, how to quench the thirst
with little drops, I wonder?

Hope the love which I search madly
 will bring a soft smile of peace,
and make me radiate love.

Poem78.At Peace

At Peace

I ,
smiling 
watch me 
and my thoughts....

I ,
so serene,
unruffled, cool.

me,
troubled,
unstable ,impatient.

confused me wish to become I;
but I, seems distant, a mirage...

Will me and I become one
and be at peace FOREVER ? 

 Note:

Here I am talking about the eternal witness I and the small bubble me.......

Poem77.A Dreamer

A Dreamer

Be me
being dear's dear
been on the verge for long
boring very much seemed then
but now simply enjoying the same..

days go
did lost them
due to carelessness
don't want to miss now
daring to do so many things.

Am
what I am
a simple women
doting wife, lover, mother
a dreamer, a dreamer and a dreamer.

Poem76.Great Me

Great Me

 

                                                            Had pictured myself perfect

                                                            in the eye of my  mind

                                                            something goes if wrong

                                                            blame fell, never on me.

                                                            Never was aware the fact

                                                            I'm not what I think

                                                            until I saw the image

                                                            in my dear one's eyes.

                                                            One's friend can be a mirror

                                                            if you choose to see

                                                            but fact is that we don't

                                                            like to see the truth.

                                                            See ourselves beautiful

                                                            try to blame, others,

                                                            the world or whatever,

                                                            but never, the great me.

Written for "The Mag"  where we have to write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured as  inspiration.