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 see people - poetry

I see people
Wearing drape
Of religion
And saying
Their god is great
But maybe they
Have forgotten
The difference
Between human
And god ,,
To identify human
You don't need a tag
You just need
 A pure  heart
Which doesn't
Judge others
Based on
Caste creed or race
I see people
But without heart
By
notyet100
poetforpeace

( I give permission for this to be published )

a kind of calm - poetry

the way things were by Aatish Taster this book changed me a lot
A must read if you are a writer or poet and love to dream
Sharing few lines inspired from the above lines

A kind of calm
That kind of serenity
Achieved when we have
Peace in our life
When we know
Our purpose and
Fully feel alive
So still that can
hear our own heartbeat
And Voice of our own soul
Once you are a poet
Each moment beautiful ..

Wrote many which I will be sharing slowly this is one of them ...

stars ready to - moonverse

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 ...

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

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

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


 

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

 

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....

 

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