solitude - micropoetry

Solitude doesn't mean
Being alone and lost
Solitude means
Opening the door
Of your mind.

@notyet100

when letters bring back words ..

Yet again a book
Full of letters pictures
Like a cracked mirror
And I held it
Tried my best to
Put the pieces together
By
notyet100

Musing which I felt while turning pages of book " letters home " by Sylvia Plath

silent rain and the beauty of it - poetry

silent rain
and the boxed up feelings
slowly spilling on paper..
silent rain
and wildflowers
bloomed yet again..
Silent rain
And my solitude
Speaking again to me
Silent rain
And the cemetery
Still hides secrets
Deep within
By
notyet100

 

 

i write peace - poetry

I write peace
Because that's what
I want..
I weave happiness
Because that's how
I want to see the world
I fight darkness
As I want to
Feel alive ..
I hear it all
Innocents being killed
Children's cry..
I spill tears
I hold my heart
I write a prayer ..
I try to find
Peace lost forever ..
I am
I will be
Forever "poet for peace"
By
notyet100

Update - I give permission for this to be published

stars ready to - moonverse

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...

 

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
 

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...




 

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 ..