Shooting from the heart- Ten Intricate One Liners

My first attempt at writing one liners.  I always liked poems for the brevity of expressions.  One liners challenge the poet to say what’s in his mind in as few words as possible but still be meaningful to the readers.  Hope my readers will find these meaningful.

 

Poison

Trapped by your charm, drank poison.

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Silver Bullet

Your heart hides my silver bullet.

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Pain

Pain of separation ravaged my heart.

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Prisoner

Imprisoned by your charm, I’m blind.

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Hurry

Hurry, the bell tolls, why dither?

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Temptress

Temptress, your arrow pierced my heart.

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Tears

May deserts bloom from your tears.

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Nectar

Your kiss turned hemlock to nectar.

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Mellifluous

Your mellifluous voice soothed my journey.

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My Life

Hidden in your smile, my life.

The Key to Memories – set of haiku

once adolescent 

romantic exuberance

ah, spring in the air

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words overflow, joy

love, pure and unbound, to share

luxuries of youth

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chest of memories

keys thrown, lost, bleeding heart weeps

passion takes roots, waits

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summer follows spring

harsh life, a dormant passion

hardy roots grow strong

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superfluous keys

memories of youth bygone

the tree grows stronger

 

Am I wrong to love my muse?

This poem started as a comment to this question posed by one of the most talented poet (thelonelyauthorblog ) I have  the good fortune to interact with.  Thank you Drew. The title of the poem and the first line is the question and the poem was my spontaneous response. I was not thinking of posting it as a stand alone poem till today morning when Drew asked me if I have posted this.  Hence posted without edit. 

Am I wrong to love my muse?”
If yes
Then may be
God was wrong
To let love flow
Because it’s beyond
Us mortals
Not to fall
In love
And suffer
The pain
That opens
The floodgate
Of passion
And every drop
That bleeds
Adorns the pages
And the clouds
Carry the silent cries
To my muse

O thou pure of heart

No sin was committed
In the garden of Eden
What was pure
And natural
Was forever cursed
Banished from the garden
Carrying the blame of lust
O thou pure of heart
How thee lusted
In thy heart
For the forbidden fruit
And blamed the serpent
Letting God go scott free
One who created all
Must have created
Love and passion
And lust
The day
Darkness of our hearts
Clouded the sunshine
Of our minds
World became a
Dreary place to live
In our fear blemished life
We all have pains
that we carry unseen
Passing time
Fading memories
Lessen heartaches not
Blessed are those
With life a clean slate
Unburdened by the curse
They carry their secrets to
Their graves

Scattered Snippets

I wrote a Hindi poem couple of days back and shared with my friends, many of them whose mother tongue is Hindi.  As none of them came after me with an ax, I dared to translate it to English and post today.  I am also attaching the original Hindi poem here. I am sure some of my readers, whose mother tongue is Hindi, may find fault with my Hindi.  My apologies.

Scattered Snippets

O’ love, cruel oppressor mine,
Ask me not
Where leads my path.
Home, I left for you
Heaven or hell
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