Inspired by Solitude

Squalls of wrecked emotions and tears fight within for calm; no fear - to stop the storm of solitude; sojourn in abode of peace. Wandering through rough cold path, no more depression and wrath. Mind - - nude; finding abode of peace. In response to photo challenge#168 at MLMM and Quadrille#34 at dVerse poets pub

PC:  Paul Whitener (1911-1959) Big Bluff of Humpback Mountain, 1955, Oil A voice echoes from the depth of this art, “his” wishful perseverance to marvel a craft. In its silence is hidden a message so worth, colourful extravaganza is not for earth - effortless, subtle and unblemished beauty, hues of green’s enough to make it pretty. In response to Margaret's challenge at IGWRT, titled " Artistic interpretations with Margaret - Small town inspiration... " 

PC: google images The mystical vast universe beholds certainty of enigmatic life and beyond. Unfolds the tale of cosmic supremacy woven together to manifest destiny. Aether for shelter, water for living, fire for power and air for being. Strength and harmony bestowed by land Humans on it, composed of grains of sand. Undoubtedly then, when the sparkle’s gone, He’s returned to the sand all alone. PC: google images In response to " Midweek Motif- A grain of sand ", hosted by Sumana Roy.

Picture from MPR News on outsider art. I am the inside outsider Indebted to - birth and life - - For the rent free costly survival here and life extension year after year. For the consistent untruly hopes from dears and false myths to keep away fears. I am the inside outsider Blind, deaf and dumb– I see deceit others and I wear but life is the brightest lie, one can only - stare. Ocean of lies I say and hear but life is the widest lie, one can only - bear. I am the inside outsider I am not of this land, water and air, Do not know -  I belong -  where? I found my temporary accommodation here, A life with some satisfaction, more scare, Dawning on me, my existence is - -   but mere! In response to " Outsider art" by Karin gustafson at Imaginary garden with real toads .

PC: Mi Young Lee …and when the cassette began to rewind - I looked at what I earned and lost on my way. The reel showed a vibrant mosaic of colours; a patch of happy as well as bad times. No turns, no ups, nor downs but straight, I assessed the path of my emotional life. All the grouch seems useless now, time had been kind and always on my side. With every dark patch it offered a light zone, And all through with love and support of the own… In response to Susie's "Bits of imagination" at IGWRT .

To the one I have been waiting for, Find my love - - still young and enamoured, read through this li’l note and give me your word. It’s been a score that you’ve managed alone, You’d live for them, but now they’re grown. They’ll choose their ways ‘n will be gone, solitude - - is what you will own – or maybe you’ll shuttle like a birdie over net, so why not hold my hands instead? -  let’s build our new nest! Continuing the wait… Linking this to the post card poem prompt at dVerse poets pub .

PC: www.cuded.com She is -  today -   a still log- tethered to savour, eyelids treasure – those tears, from severed memories, of the penny gush ‘bout this lavish city.  The girl she knew - insignificant, grovelling at feet; now measures her worth, with her visitor’s count. The night is sore somewhere here; beholds tears from rotten carcass - Early scavengers undressed and caressed, she now mourns her breathing death. Her reflection denies a dream the iris still holds; Past had it – a nightmare; her altered, ruined reverie, She refuses to close her eyes, but to hide dew from the last fun-filled ruthless night, where glossy lips seduced and the heart within cursed few. For mindlovemisery menagerie's wordle#150 and poem sketch at IGWRT: Words used (penny gush, lavish, girl, iris, mutable (here, altered), grovel, insignificant, count, reflection)

For Sanaa's prompt night on "Through the eyes of my friend" PC: http://wallpaper-gallery.net/wallpapers/cool-cartoon-wallpapers.html When life threw me in deep darkness, whose depth and girth I could not see, wished I had a li’l way out, where hopeful light appeared to me. Few torches then approached closer, Skeptical - “my desire granted”? Oh, I be in no doubts .. life has never been so kind, In the pairs of eyes that came by, Saw my worth, to which I was blind To the gloom, they were not just light, Friends in the dark, they were light of life …

PC: www.emaze.com Minutes before I pass down, unveiling my identity, My bearer, I wish to say-be prepared to have their pity. I fathom your despair; for I am not the first, there were also two ‘n three! I understand-- for your people, it’s blissful-“he”, discontent-“she”! In this moment of agony your heart cries out and I can see, It’s not this pain, but you weep trepidation; loud prayers that I be “he”. Hard will it be- some abuses, few sympathies; but happiness will flee, Will you still hold me safe, “Mother, will you protect me?” You know you’re lucky, who bloom each time, while few others make desperate plea, If your people are so cruel, I wish in some other womb I could be! The fateful is yet to come-no more in you; it’ll be you and me, If head goes out I will see the ones, who sting you like bee, If firm feet down, I go out; I’ll be safe till knee --- You be brave, let me out, let’s begin with blood and sea, Look around Mother; find a face –t...

This is the voice of the needy, the destitute, the commoners, the subordinates against the powerful, the rich and the superiors. The voice of each struggling soul to the people who hurt them and make them suffer. Now is the time - if you do not respond to the authority, you will be taken for granted! Allow not the rule over you if you are right. Let not others affect you in a way that you become helpless - speak back, retaliate, fight and bring out their true colours!! Be a rebel! You are the reason for my cries today You have the power, so I have to obey Your tantrums are making me strong, no doubt But you will soon face the crowd’s shouts Your sadist mind has the pleasure You enjoy seeing me in pressure You are a hypocrite and I shall reveal your truth And this is not mere rage of the youth You may have this time for your leisure Your reality will be portrayed for sure You will not be spared for your deeds This too shall pass, you too shall bleed ...

This one's specially for the hostess Sanaa, as she celebrates her Birthday week!! The prompt at "A dash of sunny" this week is "Round hour of dawning blush, come blow me a wish- Birthday Special" The roads and gates; and the two-lands fate more are things that keep us far; but when we gaze high; at the vast sky both of us - see the same stars! The flowing wind sees no course -  could have touched past me and come to you! So here my friend, who is miles away I send you wishes that will sway to you through mild, caressing whispers; in the evening sky, lit by the winking stars - When you feel a special touch, that’s my friend, all the luck, the love and warmth I have sent -  With the nature’s messengers

Carol Law Conklin's Batik Work The dark hills set a perfect contrast -  for the sun to rise and rays be cast. Trees wake up in envy of hills - for sun caresses it before the green frills. Wind carries silence of dawn, flowing blue hums a country song. Slowly the sky steal colors of sun, lends it to river like they are just one! Naughty water tickles grasses on its way, that fall a drenched sleep as they shy away. Elements of nature have started the day, Let’s too wake up and join to say – Happy to have received yet another one, Forces be with us to have good deeds done! My submission for   Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Carol Law Conklin Batik Artist   at Imaginary garden with real toads     Margaret wants us to write an original poem or greatly re-vise an old poem for this prompt tagging the wonderful work of Carol Law Conklin, a batik artist. Her beautiful art pieces have been sh...

PC: http://coukie24.unblog.fr/ Blindfold me and take me along to a beautiful garden and sing me a song... Hold my hands and shower your charm Take me to the wooden bridge where the breeze is calm - And when the magical bond is labelled with a word, I wish not water, nor flowers nor air; none have it heard. When you unfold blind and my eyes meet yours, I wish to have the glow gorgeous than theirs- Eyes shinier than marigold, jasmine, iris Much brighter than lillies and coreopsis! The pink cheeks like timid allium and poppy The lush of red from zinnia and peony! The anthurium glaze on my smiling lips, You be the bee for the nectar sips. A garden of love you nurtured for eons, The long wait no less hurting than thorns, I promise to stay with you by the vows, Let no prickles; only beautiful rose J

picture found on pinterest If eschatology were to be believed, Life were to end by now, certainly ; but here; I live and so do you, something says we’ve eons to spend. Restlessness steals peace of solitude, drenched in memories; good and odd; pushing the seams of wrapped , lost thoughts; like turning pages of an old read book. Adversities that bedraggled bonds, sudden flash of a well-kept secret, debris of broken hearts from deceived love; conducts that awarded unfair epithets - tears flow down of joy and sorrow, as glimpses from this movie are caught, I wish some edits could be made, only if some time could be borrowed! The air of grief then slowly hummed, the songs of happiness we sang then; reminding that the bad whiles spent, are indeed that keeps other times content. For Wordle#127 at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie and tuesday platform at Imaginary garden with real toads

This week at Imaginary garden with real toads, poets frame queries in "Fashion me a poem", using not more than 100 words, in the style of Emily Dickinson's 'Answer July' Here's one on the dilemma on which is the best phase of life - past, present or future:  PC: www.google.co.in Answer tomorrow -  What do you hold - Where lies my smile - Which way to memory? Sighed tomorrow - Are you bold - Can you laugh every while - Yester is remembrance already! I am gone - said yesterday - What did I teach - Where is the dream - Do you wish to deem - What is it today? Frowns today – Is past the leisure I had – Is future good or bad – How many more of me(s) to add? Exclaimed – life explained – Beautiful was yester – Upcoming not to pester – Today a daily fad! Live everyday – taught experience PC: www.google.co.in

It was the last rains..as it poured down wetting the leaves, the raindrops find this beautiful young leaf among others.. but it's time to say goodbye! :(  The leaf waits eagerly to meet her beloved when cycle of season brings him back, this time she is just not as young! ;) PC: http://darin69.deviantart.com/art/Leaf-Eye-108509732 last mystical rain fondly pecking the young leaves romance slowly buds clouds descend mountain silent valley with hush leaves air carries monk s’ chants like the pale river waits to glow with summer breeze she yearned for his kiss when its snow , she’s grown, hear the sparrows’ sing love songs she gazes at blue sky The task was to use the highlighted words, without breaking the order, each in a line and writing haiku (s). 

PC:  http://cliparts.co/clipart Life is a stage; for a skit un-scripted, Actors, forced to play their part, Of all the roles, there’s one lead; and that is - the protagonist Heart. The show- a finished portrait of thought- that the Mind beautifully paints, Masked story with streaks of emotions; some applauded glories & few pains. Responses steer this tale of perception; to be in distress or to be at peace The puppet Heart dances to Mind’s conviction; complying till rhythm of life cease. # For Sanaa's Prompt nights [35] at "a dash of Sunny" #Brevity 

PC: google In a leap I plant foot on the moon and in a fall see ocean bed,  such is the nature of thoughts; no topic, constant. The clouds, I feel thunder within me, numb eyes losing its spark, Drops pour down, form puddle of thoughts; cold I turn, feelings lost. By the window side, sit a restless me, resting head on the wall, Deeper goes sun, vanishing out; darker it turns, offers reasons to sob. I try to be content, no grief touching my soul; failed are the attempts when shallow breath strikes me more. Orange, red, pink, violet; more colors that fill life but to the lovely hues at this hour, I pay a fake smile; Emotions paint my thoughts; what I recall is some scars, few colorful lies; Lie- isn’t Life one? Or the existence here, a colourless truth,   The shades of gloom and tints of joy, how much is true, what is false?- No answer I get any day and still gaze in the zero sphere, The moon lights up and stars blink in, I am shaken for a while, The...

Photo credit: Shutterstock /  Antonio Guile From a dream that I do not recall, I woke up one day finding way to the bath, but passing out half way. No liking for food, yet rats always in there, upset digestion and sleeping everywhere! The steths and white coats confirmed, reason for discomfort, Oh li'l one! You were growing in me! After years of effort! I felt so sad for cursing the days; with bad tummy and the moods worse; But I realized there you are; and that gave more motives to care! I spoke to you, and made your dad too, and as days passed, there were others, not just us two. You turned and twisted, I could make that out, You did hurt me at start; I even would shout! You took me by surprise, each day when you grew, The movements inside, an experience so new! I took it as the beginning of a new phase of life, the best feeling, leave past being daughter, friend and wife. We had been waiting to have you for years, my heart cr...