Love is a four letter word, so is pain

Letting go will ease the pain, they say

Only if leaving would have been easy

Value what you have, cherish today

Everything past is history, future fantasy


To my dear readers, I will be out for few weeks on a trip and may not have good internet connections.  So till we meet again, Happy Holidays and here is to wishing you all a very happy New Year 2018 in advance.

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Cursed forever to a life wronged

‘Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna’s children died.’  – W.B. Yeats

Thou shalt bear the fruit of love
Thous shalt bear the fruit of passion
Thou shalt bear the fruit of lust
Thou shalt bear the fruit of the demon
Thou shalt bear the fruit of rape
Thou shalt bear the fruit of incest
Gave her the boon of motherhood
And the strength to bear the pain
Took away her freedom, freedom of choice
One that cursed her forever to a life wronged
Must be the One created by man


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

 

 

Sunset of love

Nothing changed here from yesterday
As he gazed forlornly at the setting sun
Carpet of grass like velvet
Foliage turning crimson red
Catching the color of sunset
It was here that they had their first kiss
The fiery sunset paled
By the fire burning in their hearts
Her lips flaming red
Was it the passion
Or captured color of sunset
Rushing libido unleashed
He returned her every kiss
Little did he realize
Seduction was in her heart
Like the leaves of fall
One moment grandiose
Coloring the forest fiery red
And gone, blown away, dead
Passion subdued, her lips pale
Heart filled with apprehension he inquired
What’s wrong, anything he had done
Nothing my love, nothing is wrong
Sun has set, it’s time to go home
In a flash like the last rays of setting sun
With a swing of her hips, she was gone
With no promise to return
The kiss was for him to keep
Sunset of love
The hurt was deep indeed


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

WRITESPIRATION #121 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 25 – Death Personified

Sacha’s back with another of her #Writespiration prompts!

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

And the prompt this week…

Your story from the point of view of Death personified.

You have lost your hold on me
Once I befriended you
Embraced and welcomed you
With open arms
I am ready, but
Stop these mayhems
What purpose does it serve
Everyone will have to welcome you
One day or the other
When the time comes
Why make it harder
To love you

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Photo : Google

Writerinspiration#121


I have written about death before.  Shortlink to couple of them here: “http://wp.me/p73yZZ-22C” , “http://wp.me/s73yZZ-storm”

SPACE

When all the space asked

Were given

Accused me of indifference 

Now all that I have left to share

Is love

Feeling smothered why yarn for

Own space

Left shattered I orbit

Like the rings of Saturn

Broken,  but a strange attraction 

Keeps me tied

Flames gone out long before

Would gladly be a comet

Returning constantly

While giving all the space

Till the final plunge

Burning like a glowing meteorite

Brings my end 

I’m Happy where I am

I’m where I am
By choice or destiny
Where I could have been
Where I would have been
What does it matter
Now at this moment
Here I am
Wanted or not
I do not care
Will extend my hand
Open my heart
Left behind the
Garbage of the past
Carry the nectar
Of love in my heart
If you accept
As it is
Both of us gain
If not
You wallow in the
Filth of your hatred
I move forward
Spreading gospel of love
I’m happy where I am