drifting slowly - moonverse

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