It will be three months on 13th April since I started writing daily verse and poems.It started when I read few verse and discovered Heartsoup on twitter, followed by many other poetry prompt hosts and since then theres no looking back I am totally hooked to this new found passion of mine so this is from my heart special ode to you all .Thanks Ashverse,Madverse,Fieryverse,Heartsoup,Hearsmeal,Soulhoot,Wordstew,wordverse,ntitle,Writtenriver,
Versereversal,Asymetrical life,Homoaquarius,Magickwords,mspoetry,microprompt and powerofmywords.
I don't know how to say this
As I am not good
In expressing my feelings
Its just a special thanks
To you all
For doing something
Everyday
Which makes me gay
And takes my sorrow away .
Its like I can talk to my soul
Can understand myself more
Life would have been dull
Without this
So thanks a ton
For pulling me
Towards this .
Just like a butterfly
Is attracted towards
Flowers
I am also restless
Till I have weaved the
The words into verse
For you all.
So a special ode from
My heart
For you all
And how can I forget '
The special gems
Whose verse I read
Everyday
Intimate strangers though
They know who they are.
Thanks for making me
Smile with your
Verse everyday .
by
notyet100
30/3/15
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The Weekly Story Week 11 hosted by Colours Décor.
That's all friends take care and happy blogging.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
poem on woman safety
Old God
Didn't you hear cicadas cry
When she was wounded
& ready to die.
Old god
Spare some thoughts For her
As she is calling
Out your name when hurt .
Old god
Is my yesterday dream shattered
When we would walk freely
Without getting hurt.
Old god
I write this in torchlit night
With a broken pencil in my hand
Hoping for respite.
Old god
I don't want lavish lifestyle
Just a world safe for us
Where we can walk with our head high.
Where we wont be punished
And there wont be any prejudice
thoughts for us
And we live with gleam in our eyes.
By
notyet100
17/3/15
Linking this post to weekly story week 9 hosted by colours décor.
Didn't you hear cicadas cry
When she was wounded
& ready to die.
Old god
Spare some thoughts For her
As she is calling
Out your name when hurt .
Old god
Is my yesterday dream shattered
When we would walk freely
Without getting hurt.
Old god
I write this in torchlit night
With a broken pencil in my hand
Hoping for respite.
Old god
I don't want lavish lifestyle
Just a world safe for us
Where we can walk with our head high.
Where we wont be punished
And there wont be any prejudice
thoughts for us
And we live with gleam in our eyes.
By
notyet100
17/3/15
Linking this post to weekly story week 9 hosted by colours décor.
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Sunday, March 8, 2015
Cascade of Saaphire - a poem
We were cascade of sapphire once
But now we are battered & bruised
But that wont kill the competitive spirit in us
Because we are born to rule .
We do have unseen emotions in us
Which gets awakened by wolverine like you
So leave us in our territory
Or the hell would be on loose.
You can never bind us
By your rule & books.
Set us free & then you will see
Though lost we will be happy.
I know all this will seem
Like polished lie to you
But that's what truth is
Which is not seen by you.
By
notyet100
8/3/15
Linking this post to the weekly story week 8 hosted by Colours Décor.
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Saturday, March 7, 2015
on being a woman - a poem
Its my perspective
Which doesn't matches
With you
But that's a small thing
I know.
Living together
Would have been easy
If only men could understand
What we think .
We are caught in time
& should go with flow
Healed or wounded
Would have to reach the shore.
Mismatched fragments
That's what we are
Joined together
But broken apart.
So in hushed moan
I say this
You can never understand us
That's what truth is
By
notyet100
6/3/15
Linking this post to the weekly story week 8 hosted by colours décor.
Friday, March 6, 2015
India's Daughter - a poem
Indias daughter you are preety
But hide your beauty
thats what inévitable warning is
Because it's not safe to be out
There are werewolfs walking a round.
Indias daughter do not study
Its like joining mismatched fragments
which çant be fixed
Because when you go out to work
There's no guarantee that you come back un wounded.
Indias daughter do not enjoy life
Sit at home and see life passing by
If you go out you not steady
That's what in hushed moan say many.
Indias daughter dont love any
You May have to pay passion price to Many
If you love you May be Killed
Passion of yesterday will be just dream.
Indias daughter do not marry
You can be killed for dowry
People say marraige is to make you safe
But instead it's like a death trap .
Indias daughter do not have kids
You will be blamed if it's a girl child
So just sit back and enjoy life
Instead of inviting trouble all the while .
Indias daughter help me and pray this instead
That in next birth you are somewhere else in peace
So that you can live your life
And be glad that you are Alive.
By
Notyet100
6/3/15
Linking this post to the Weekly Story Week 8 hosted by Colours Décor.
By
Notyet100
6/3/15
Linking this post to the Weekly Story Week 8 hosted by Colours Décor.
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