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???

Poem65.A 'Coma' In Life.

A 'Coma' In  Life.

Looking out through eyes,
hearing all with ears,
smelling with the nose
skin the touching sense..

Why and why they stop
really stop their step
when happens the 'death'
phenomena of earth.

implanted if immediate
why do they resume
transplantation we call
but rebirth so magical.

The "I"  when out peeping
through lenses natural
that feeling of seeing
just happens to the mortal..

This body, a rented home
changing on its own
when "I" think of transfer
'the end' ,we do loud yell .

Death ,not a full stop
just, a 'coma' in  life.
Wonder, when fullstop
how and what that  be..

Thanks for honouring me  with the Perfect poet award for Thursday Poet's Rally week 44...
I am nominating  Olivia for the same next week.
Thank you Jingle and all out there who  works for jingle poetry....
Also all the people who read my blog and leave comments---dears you are my motivation to go ahead...
Thanks to all of you...................

Poem13. Invitation

Invitation

Anotherone is waiting for you..?

Love,connects yourself with other;

realises was suffocation,

only adjustment,

just modesty.

Hurts, to the inner core,

breaks my heart,

the confidence,

my  pride.

Tremble without base

as a bubble ,

without direction,

ready to burst .

 To be with your love,who gets irritated,

with your dressing,

your character,

mere sight of you.

Death,people fear from the mere name

Do I fear it?

No,I wait for,

No,No Invite.

This one  was written 2 months back,but thought will fit for the prompt at Magpietales.

At  Magpie tales-We have to write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured as your inspiration.