my native

Country which is
Known for its colour
The name of which
Brings smile on
The face of others
The small place
In world known
For its rich culture
For its own rituals
& tradition
Yes that's my native
India that's where I come from
But the world is my home
& will always be..

my native - poetry

You ask me where
Is my native ,,,
You ask me
Which part of earth
I lived .
I am a traveller
Soaking in beauty
Of the world
To say I belong
To one part of
The world no
That's not right
Each day I am
Being born
Each day
Fading in words
Each day breathing
My soul in words
Each day living
As if its last
My home is in
Words & once
You make home
There how can
You belong to one place ,.

poetry - home

To write when
Its all blank
To scatter when
I'm breaking apart
To make home
Amidst memory
I will always be
Picking pen.

happiness - micropoetry

And when she stopped
Searching happiness
Elsewhere she realised
Happiness was always
There in her heart ...

Painting and poetry copyright @notyet100

poets life - micropoetry

What is reality
Of poets life
You will never know
As they burn in
Their pain daily
To write poetry ...

choked words - poem

Sometimes words
Are choked somewhere
You want to write
But can't because of pain
To remove cloak
Of memories you stab
Yourself again and again ...

You don't worry
About now or beyond
You are lost somewhere
Maybe under stars
In a rusted dream
Stuck somewhere
In your cluttered heart..

You keep chasing
Elusive destiny which
You can never reach
Wrapped in memory
Writing each moment
In poetry ...

Hiding our hollowness
In words
Converting sadness inside
Into verse
Which gleams forever
We live chasing happiness
In small things ...

But to leave it to
Chance
To hide our pain
In cluttered heart
To live without
Purity of truth
Is like dieing daily ...

For some maybe
They are just words
But not for poets
Its a way for them
To breathe again
Through verse ...

In pursuit of
Happiness
In search of
Our lost soul
To find meaning
Of life we pick
Our pen and write
Our heart out...

We know what
Is the reality
Still to drench
In memory again
And to fight with
Our hollowness
Or just to live again
We write ..

There's no end to this
When you are a poet
Your life becomes poetry
Everyday you kept writing
But never going back to
Read your old poetry...

Because we know
If we turn the pages
We will be filled with sadness
So we don't look back
Knowing we will be
Engulfed with pain...

melody of star - poetry

He loved her
For her flawed passion
The mischievous manor
In which she would
Make him feel loved

He knew she was a star
He could see from afar
But never hold
Just like silence needs storm '
He would calm the
Chaos in her heart
With his love

They would listen '
To melody of star
Every night and watch
The moon illuminating
Calm Sea with its light ..

She would write
Her raw emotion
In verse which
He would read daily
Just for one thing
To know how she
Was coping

They were
Abandoned soul
Met to find their
Other half but they
Knew they were like
Star who could
Never share the same
Sky above ...

just be mine - micropoetry

I don't promise you
a beautiful life
But yes slowly
As you understand
Me maybe you will
start loving me for
Now will you just
Be mine ....

Image and poem copyright @notyet100

memories always - micropoetry

She looked out
As her tears
Flooded her eyes
Yet again
Scattering on the pages
Just for one thing
Memories
Always ..

Image and poem copyright @ notyet100

melody of stars - micropoetry

 I don't watch
Sky to listen
Melody of stars
Or search
Shooting stars
I gaze at it to
See moon as I know
You do the same always...

like the silence - poetry

Like the silence
Needs storm..
Like the sky
Need stars ...
Just like that I
Need you always ..
To hold me when
I am breaking down...
By
notyet100

silent prayer for myself - a poem

My prayer
For everyday
To live life in a
Beautiful way
To love myself
And listen to my
Heart ...

To keep looking
For Stolen discovery
About myself
& trying to find
My lost soul everyday

To hear melodies
In minor chord
And convert them
Into verse

To remove jealousy
From air and hatred
From depth of memory
And let it go forever ...

To heal my pain
However deep it
Is through words ...

thank you note

Thanks for loving me
As I am friends
For accepting my
Jagged edges which
Sometimes bleed verse..
Thanks for listening
Me through my words
And reading me through
My broken verse and making
Me feel I belong to your world...
By
notyet100

handwritten verse for my son

 

The way You care

For me suddenly

I feel You have

Grown up ..

I seldom write

About you

But In my empty space

You always there....

Son thanks for

Being there always

Life is beautiful

Because of

Your presence...

 

broken wings - a poem

broken wing - a poem

This is not
A story
Of you or me
But of everyone
On life's journey ..

We are born to live
But sometimes we
Feel suffocated
As if theres no freedom
And our wings have been cut ...

We try to fly
With broken wings
And bruised heart
By trying to cross
Barbed wire and
Getting more hurt
In the process..

How deep is the
Pain don't ask
We try to seek
Happiness through pain
Try to shine on
With tears gleaming
In our eyes as we
Know theres no end...

We try to find
Refuge by writing
Our insane thoughts
And thinking this
Will bring us happiness
But this is just a support
To carry on with a smile forever ...

Hundred of way
To  find happiness
But some days not
Even one works
We feel lost fighting
Our own crippling fear ...

But maybe this is
Also  a way to teach
Us things we will never know'
To tell us divine light
Exists in us and we
Alone can make
A new way for us..

Poem and image copyright2015 notyet100


 

that feeling - a poem

that feeling - a poem

That feeling
When you are
Lost at words
But want to
Say something
You keep struggling
In your heart
But don't know
How to say it all

That verse
Which is in
Your heart
But you can't
Write in words
That wish which
You want to
Fulfil but can't as
Its not in your hand...

That longing
Which burns
Your heart
But thought of
Which brings
Smile to your face
That star which you
Love but is too afar ...

That dream
Which follows you
Every night
That shadow
Which is always
With you but
However hard you
Try you can't catch it...

That ache which
Has turned you
Into a poet
And making You
Fill pages every night
That changing light
Which engulfs you
With pain always ...

That moon which
Sneers at you still
You wait for it everyday
That rain which burns
You Still you wait to
Get drenched ...

That standing alone
And gazing at sky
As if it will answer
Your questions
That colour of
Your mind going
Black and white
With memory...

That ebullience
Which you fake
Everyday to hide
Pain in your heart
Those tears which
Keep smudging
The words in
Your verse ...

That smoke of
Memory in front
Of your eyes always
But You love being
Engulfed with it
That music which
Speaks your story ...

That unknown
Comfort in writing
Poetry
That spanning of
Wheel from morning
To night knowing
You wont get anything ..

That empty hour
When You do
Nothing except
Tearing pages
One by one
That going against
The tide coming
Back empty hand ...

That flutter of heart
In anticipation  of
Someone knowing
That they wont come
That talking to stars
As If they know
What's going in
Our hollow heart

That going to bed
Thinking everything
Will be fine next day
But the next day
Burning in the same pain
And hiding it again ...

That labyrinth of
Thoughts creating
Havoc in your heart
That happiness of
Few minutes but
Bringing smile
On your face for hours ...

That wait for
Dream dealer
To go to moon
That disconsolate
Feeling among
Your own
That urge to keep
Writing till pain
Disappears ...

That jumbled space
In you mind filled
With precious memories
Those lone night
When you sit and
Fight pain by
Converting them
Into verse...












 

weeping trees - moonverse

Weeping trees - moonverse

she would collect
Rain from weeping
Trees to add some
Some magic in her poetry
Moon would sprinkle
moondust to make
Her verse gleam forever

By
notyet100
 

moondust on pages - moonverse

Moondust on pages - Moonverse

Moon would
Read her recycled
Words every night
And she would know
This when she would
Find moondust
Scattered on the
Pages in her book
Of verse ....

By
notyet100

poestess life - poetry moonverse

Poetess Life - Verse

Life was same for her
Only difference
Before she used to read
And now she was being read
Everyday a new page
From her life with moonverse

By
notyet100

 

thats how you become poet - a poem

Maybe that's how
You become a poet
But no regrets ...

Its like dieing
And living everyday
Its like splurging of
Emotions suddenly
Or being engulfed
By a wave of pain ...

Feeling flutter in
Your cornered heart
Finding beauty in
Sunset
Searching star in
Midnight stained sky
Making moon your
muse forever ,,,

Getting lost in
Raindrops
Being in awe of
Dewdrops
Hearing murmur of
Words always
Misbehaving heart
Creating chaos
Because of untamed
Raw emotion ...

But you are
Never alone when
You are a poet
You are always``
Surrounded by
Myriad of things and
Feel belong somewhere else

You don't know
Where you belong
You are lost always
In chemical insanity
Of pen and words
Losing your identity
Or finding your new self...




 

her first poetry - apoem

Everything was
Waste for her
All she needed
Was herself
The day she found
Her happiness within
That day she wrote
Her first poetry...

She let it out all
Her pain her joy
As words
And yes
She felt liberated....

By writing she
Got the ultimate
Taste of life
Her cornered heart
Felt alive again
And she could hear
Music of raindrops again...

She could hear
Music as her pen
Scrawled across
Her insane thoughts
On blank page
She felt light & happy
Misbehaving with pen
And paper...

Words were her
Cunning companion
Telling it all yet
Hiding in verse too
She knew this is
Just prelude to be
Followed by many poems..

Recklessly abandoning
Her thoughts
Igniting her heart
Every night
She would write
In candle night
Talking to stars
Waiting for moon...

She got her lost '
Reality back through words
She could connect to
Her soul more
She started living more
And felt more beautiful...

Words were here
Home now
Her auditory
And that's what
She needed to live
Her life now and
To stay happy ...

Her words were
Taste of time for her
Which would heal '\
Her everyday
She would write
For herself
To drive her
Sorrow away





 

moonverse - moon's spell a poem

Moons Spell

She was a girl
In love with her life
One night she saw
Moon hiding behind
The clouds ...

Captivated she
Opened the window
And saw moon
Looking back at her ....

It was past midnight
And looked as if ink
Was spilled in the sky
stars were gleaming more
As if asking her questions
About life ...

Enchanted she took
Her paint and painted
Moon but still she could
Feel flutter in her heart
Maybe it was something else...

She took a pen and paper
To stop the misbehaviour
Of her heart
And wrote a few lines
On moon ...

Sigh she didn't knew
Moon had cast a spell
On her and since then
She has been writing
moonverse everynght...

Her cornered heart
Starts fluttering
Her colour of mind
She feels like
 Using in her words
Her raw emotions
Starts taking hold
Of her
Unless she weaves it
All in poetry ....

painting done by me oil pastel
 

my first poetry - a poem

I don't know
 how it started
Words blended first
Or it was my heart
Which cried

I just know this
That to heal my self
I took comfort in
Pen & paper
So I could feel light ...

It was always with me
My friend indeed
Whenever I needed it
Soaking my tears &
Hearing me out
Through words

But now the relationship
Is different
Now poetry has become
My life companion
I find solace in words
And don't need anything else.

Maybe that's how
Poets life is but
I am not a poet
I am just someone
Who loves to play
With words and
Write it out in verse.

So this is how it
Started a bit of my story
That's how I entered
World of poetry....

 

the kind of - a poem

The kind of silence
When you can hear
Your heartbeat and
The other person sigh ...

The kind of loneliness
When you are with
Others but still miss someone ...

The kind of poetry
Which tears you apart
But you still write...

The kind of smile
Which you have
Tried to hide the
Pain in your eyes ....

The kind of connection
When your thoughts are
Felt by the other other person
However far they are ..

The kind of happiness
Which makes You glad
even if its for few minutes ...

The kind of longing
In your heart
Which gets quenched
By the rainfall ...

The kind of fire
Which burns in your heart
Making you feel the
Dormant rush of pain
Which comes out as verse ....

The kind of pain
Which holds you together
even when inside
You are breaking apart...

The kind of verse
Not yet written
But echoing In your
Chaotic mind...

The kind of wait
Which is endless
Still we keep waiting
With dried eyes...

The kind of deep void
Which you feel
In your heart but
Can do nothing
Except faking happiness...

That kind f distance
Which cant be crossed
But it hardly matters
As still we can hear
Sigh from afar ...

The kind of words
Which make you bleed
But still can't stop
From weaving poetry ..

The kind of dream
Which makes you pleased
But when You wake Up
You realise it was '
Just a dream ....

painting done by me oil pastel

poetry and a poets life

We write
To breathe
To live
To bleed
To vent
But still we die daily ...
We share
Our pain
Our joy
Our thoughts
Our life
But still
The ache is there....

We weave verse about
Rain
Flowers
Dewdrops
Moon & stars
Just to keep ourselves sane ....

we expose our soul
Our heart bleeds
Words are weaved
Into verse & our
scar is revealed ....

Our elusive quality
Is revealed in words
Slowly we know
Ourselves much better
We start listening to
Our soul through
Words we write ...

We keep writing
We keep ripping
Our heart apart
In search of the
Golden metaphor
Lost somewhere in words ...

Some time our
Dormant rush
Of pain is revealed
In verse sometime
Bound fury for
Something bothering us ...

Bound by words
Tangled in shadow
Of memory we use
Our mind as a
Blank canvas &
Keep weaving poetry ....

Call it memory curse
Or painful presence
Of someone in
Our life we write
& write till we die....

theres no end
To this once
You have started writing
Our life becomes
Poetry & daily we keep
Sharing page of life
From it....

So be anything
But a poet
Its a difficult
Life to lead
You can't keep
It all inside & if
You say it all
Everyone knows
Your pain ..

absorb me. - a poem

Absorb me
Rain drops
Make me
Part of you
So I can be anywhere
And not be restricted
 to one place ....
Fade me words
In the verse
I have written
So I can live there
That's where I feel
I belong
Scatter me wind
Break me into
Pieces so I can
Be one with
Universe from
Where I have come
Stars take me to
Moon and leave
Me there so I can
Stay there forever
And weave poetry ....
By
notyet100

why I write - a poem

why I write - a poem



since past few months
I wrote a lot
And maybe by doing
That exposed a lot
Some stories from
My past ...
Some memories
Which I cherish in
My heart ..
My pain hidden in
Word...
My longing for
Moon & star,,, and
By writing my heart
Out I got to know
What I am made up of .,,,
Now I am so much in
Love with words
That its difficult to
Stay apart from them,,,
Maybe some soul connection
From past but I realised
Quiet late,,,
I never knew that
Rainfall would make me
Insane ,,,
I would be lost in moon
And star always ,,
Just looking at amethyst
Sky I would feel like
Writing a Story ...
It feels now I belong there
And by mistake I am
Human being ...
So yes it makes me happy
But it painful too
Its not easy to write all
The way I do
But now writing has
Become dairy of life
Will continue to do
Till I am living ...
By
notyt100
30/7/15


 

words help me breathe - a poem

In my satin eyes
I have many dreams
If you look closely
You will Be lost
In the cerulean depth
Of the eyeballs but
Still wont be able
To decipher what all
Is hidden there ....
Had forgotten to live
My eyes had forgotten
To see dream
Then with awakening
I realised
That life is passing by
And since then I haven't
Stopped
Its been a roller coaster
Ride for my exiled  heart
If you read slowly my verse
You will find hidden meaning there
Few dark angels in my life
Taught me lot all the while
Breaking me open to say it all
Whenever I would reach
Melting point and wouldn't tolerate
So yes I am living a new life
Words help me breathe and in
Words I want to die
Within I am free to
Say it all words give me
Wings to cross thousand miles,..

within I am free - a poem

I am wandering soul
But I am bounded by
Many things,...
My exiled heart beats
But is controlled
By other beings
Tender yearning
Of my heart
I take out by writing
Tame the uncontrollable
Desire by scrawling it
Across as musing
Crossing line between
Pain and; joy
I am living my life
Not defeated by way of
Life I have wanderlust
In my eyes
Like building block
I play with the words daily
Stacking them together
By weaving poetry
So yes though my
Life is chaotic
Within I am free
From everything
I have my own
Serene space in my
Heart which brings me
Peace and keeps me going...

scrawling across memories - a poem

to live
This kind of life
Where I fight daily
Battle through words
Writing my pain out
No this was not my
Choice but when
Writing heals my scars
Makes me love my flaws
No I don't want to stop
Crossing lines between
Fiction & reality
I weave my words
Sometimes straight
From heart other
Time to take the
Pain out....
Waking the forgotten
Memories
Marvelling at the time
Gone
Crossing 1000 miles
To reach peoples heart
Tame uncontrollable
Tender yearning of heart
With no return to my
Normal life I write on
Scrawling across pages
Memories closet to my heartv,...

When a girl Is born - a poem

When a girl is born

Its like a new dawn

As she opens her êyes

It looks like a Sky .

She looks preety in pink 

And with toothless Grin

She is angel from above

Who makes us aglow.

But as she grows

She is not told

Thats its not her Life 

She is bonded for Life .

So while she laugh

With glint in her êyes

Little she Knows 

That the Spark gonna Die .

For some twenty years 

She lives without fear 

And then one day 

Her freedom is taken away.

They say to make her complète

To live her Life in peace 

Its better for her 

To be with some one else.

So with new Dreams in her êyes

Leaving her parents behind

She smiles for the new start 

With joy in her heart .

But alas she doesnt Know 

That she is limiting her flow 

The one who was boundless

Is now confinéd to shore .

She is told she was princess

But now she is queen 

But the irony is not this 

Its something else within.

Her Life is not her Anymore

Her laughter is not heard

When she smiles its for other

For her its Just tears.

Her Words are not understood 

Her cries is  not heard 

Her Time is not her Anymore 

She withers be cause of fear.

Still she lives 

Keeps her sanity in peace 

By doing such things 

Which make her pleased.

She knows if she is happy 

Then only she can live 

Or She is dead 

With a beating heart indeed.

So when  she sees a little girl 

Thus she whispers in her ears

Live your Life my girl

For this Life is for others.

No one told me this 

But i am telling you this 

Fly when you can

As soon u Will have broken wings.

So when the girl smiles 

With glint in her êyes 

Woman too smiles

With tears in her êyes 

And thus she continues

To tread Life Journey 

To smile for others 

And to cry deep within 

To Find her Own happiness

To fight for her Own will 

Loving Herself Just like others

And finding peace within .

Thats the story of a woman 

In Many part of this world 

I know We All have différent perspective 

Just Shared with you What felt .

By 

Notyet100

28/4/15

poem for you Advay on your 8th birthday

What should I write 

When i see you smile 

Unraveling Life mystéries

With all your might .

Its difficult to pen in Words 

What I See and observe 

But yes this is true 

Lifes beautiful because of you.

Love it When you choose 

My favorite macaron

And lové it Even more

That you Know the flavor too.

Or the way you Tell the jôkes

Smiling before you start 

And Then Waiting for me too

To Laugh Just like you.

I love the way you giggle  

When We read the strips together 

Of Calvin nd hobbes

ANd of some time snoopy too.

When We out for walk 

Together or apart

I Know you Will Turn

To Check whether I am there or not.

Or when you take pics
& ask me how it is
Whether Its Nice or not
& will I paint with it too

Of the excitement
In your eyes when you
See me cooking
On your own coming & helping

My Life is a beautiful book
& you a new page which
I turn everyday çant wait
To find more tomorrow
& everyday .

I Know soon this to shall pass

Just like your Kinder years

But I want it to be slow 

So that I can go with flow

Life would have Been 

dull without you

And I thank god

For giving gem like you 

So now I hope you are pleased

That I have compléted this 

ANd now u wont say 

That I dont write verse for you .

So Happy birthday Advay 

This year you turn eight

Wish you lots of happiness 

Thats all I Want to say ....

who are we - a poem

Wrote this poem few months back this one is again on my favourite subject - woman

Who are we
Are we born to live
With bated breath
Or we wait to die
With each passing day
Just fluttering by.
Who are we
Are we allowed to complete
Our cherished dreams
Or we wait to see
Them being shattered
In front of our eyes.
Who are we
Are we human
Just like others
Or just some aide
To help others
In this journey called life.
Who are we
Are we some flower
Meant to be loved
Or just some thorn
Which though prick others
Is not cut.
Who are we
Are we the dewdrops
Up from the sky
Or just some tears
Welled up somewhere
Brimming our eyes.
Who are we
The answer to this
Is still a mystery
The day I find out
wil sure be
Happy & grim.
By
Notyet100
(wrote few months back)

seasons - a poem

Sometime I feel would the world 

Be the same if theres No season 

It would mean living with Just 

One émotion which is not sane .

 

Season teachs us the value of colours

How life becomes bleak during winters 

And We search for réason to stay 

at home which becomes our  treasure Trove .

 

How pleasent it is during rain 

When We can smell the earth 

from where We came and can 

listen to the sweet Melody 

Of rain.

 

Fall teaches us We all Have to go

We are transient Just like 

leaves on the floor .

 

Summer means Life can be 

Bright how ever dark it is 

There will be light .

 

Spring means a new picture 

How ever bad it is 

We can start again filling our Life with 

New colour and  vigour .

Sometimes theres stormy horizon

 when We are Ravens prêy for No réason 

Still with courage and  préservance 

We bring life Back on track.

 

So all seasons are equal 

We need them all 

Thats the message to all 

Angelic hearts reading this verse .

By 

Notyet100

9/4/15

A Story - Poem

Wrote this poem for an event last year ,edited it today to suit the prompts sharing with you all for the poetry month.

The day you are away I am sad
The day you there I am glad
So is my story my own story
Or its your own story.
The day you frown I am mad
The day you smile I am elated
Still my love I am eager to write
My story with your own story
The day you scream I am distressed
The day you plead I am helpless
So still I am trembling
To write or not our story
The day you read I was scared
The day you tore I wept
Still I am trying to rewrite
Our own true story .
The day when we met
The day we ran
Away from others
To create our own story.
No reason to share this
Still I gather my energy
So that can silence
The wailing cavern inside me
This one is story of disaster
With specks of love
The only consolation
though dark embrace
I still love it.
To love you was my choice
I can still feel the warmth
But I have been ravens pray
I know this in my heart.
By
notyet100
7/4/15

we are mere specks - a poem

This poem I wrote few years back as its poetry month this whole month thought of sharing few of my old poems which I have never shared with anyone .This one is first poem from the collection .

We are mere specks
In this ocean called life
Still we strive
To survive.
We don't know
When we will dissolve
Still we keep
So many issues unsolved.
We were born to die
To live this life
Still we live
With bated breath.
We have our friends
Whom we met
Still we weep
With tears unseen.
We are meant to be sink
In the deep sea beneath
Still we float
Choked up with worries.
We are bound to fly
Up In the sky
Still we limp
With our legs beneath.
We smile sometimes
Of the bygone time
Still we plead
To relive .
We made mistakes
Just for the sake
Still we make
But now we are awake.
We said some words
Without knowing the worth
Still we think
Of those unknown deed.
We will be gone one day
Up and away
Still we live
To live like this.
But when I am gone one day
Like a whiff of wind up and away
Still I think
Will I be ever missed.
By my friends & foe
By my fellows
Will I be forgived
And be truly missed.
When you read this one day
What will you say
Still I think
With a deep grief.
By
notyet100
(wrote few yrs back)

For few day - a poem

For few days I was lost 

Amidst butterfly & wild flowers 

Where I couldn't hear myself 

Just the waves hitting the rocks .

Where there were no buildings

Just the hills and the sea 

Where we were not limited

By seeing time & managing things .

Where I could here the seagulls 

Fluttering and screeching above sea

Where the azure ness of the sky blended with the sea 

& gave me glimpse of infinity.

To see such a place 

Was always a dream 

& after coming back from

There

I feel as I had a therapy .

As there I was just me 

Not running around but at peace 

Now I know how it feels

To be in heaven

As that place was heaven for me .

Would have written many 

Verses 

But didn't dare to do that 

As had promised myself 

That this moment is just for myself 

Not for wandering to places 

Not for musing things 

The moment was for now

& I am glad I lived it . 

By 

Notyet100

4/4/15