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
 

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

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)