Anticipation

Every moment away from you

My heart fills with anticipation

The moment when I shall embrace

And gather you in my arms

At day’s end, your tired face

Melts my heart with apprehension

Hiding concern, greet with a smile

And hope my love will wipe out

Your tension

Look at the Mirror

Fear looking at the mirror
The lies, the deceptions
Stories that were told

She did not come to steal my heart

‘Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?’—W.B. Yeats

The doe eyed beauty looked up and my heart melt

She walked daintily as if not to leave any mark, full of grace

Nature endowed her with all the beauty, she looked resplendent

A graceful curvaceous body  adorned by a beautiful face

My heart aching to reach out to her but I was afraid

She stole my heart as I looked at her hazel eyes

A red rose from the garden an appropriate gift, I surmised

Thanks I was not expecting but her acceptance  be my prize

Called out to her softly, asked her to wait

My heart beating, gently I went to pluck a rose

Surprised she darted changing her gait

As I saw my devastated garden, my heart froze

Did not wait for my rose, she did not come to steal my heart

After her voracious appetite, my rose garden will need a fresh start

©Pranab2017

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This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Sixteen

 

 

WRITESPIRATION #116 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 20 – It stared at me…

Turned my face away
Ran as far as I could
Hid behind veils
I could not lift
Changed my identity
Shunned everyone
Tried to make a new life
Away from all I had
Left behind society
I could not fathom
But could not hide
From myself
Truth, It stared at me

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http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/05/17/writespiration-116-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-20/

Unrecognized Reflection

Reflection in the mirror
Unrecognized
Those long years
Face looking back
Unknown
Masking heart’s desire
Simple pleasures of life
Unfulfilled

Life Grants Me a Wish

If life ever grants me a wish

Ask and you shall get

Without any precondition

One and only one wish

Grant me a life to

share and share well

A life that I can

Live to the fullest

Without leaving a footprint

And when the time comes

To leave

The satisfaction

Of beholding a smile

On every face

Surrounding me

Face

Face

If
Face is the mirror
Of the mind,
That mirror has become
Opaque long ago.
It does not reflect anymore
Under layers of cosmetics.
Promises of eternal youth,
Botox,
Once expressive
Now does not show
Any emotions. 
Maybe it’s for the better
To hide the pain

Carried deep inside.

Pain of the extended hand,

Slapped away several time.
Face
Does not communicate
What’s in mind.
Deep beneath the layers
Of aged skin
And make up,
Hidden by a fixed smile,
Face has failed
Long ago
To mirror the
Pain in my mind.