All alone sitting on the edge of my bed My hands covering my face A moment when I silently pray to be invisible Moment when I feel like crying…
Not many, but yes there are few such moments Appearing in front of me as ghosts of the past Memories well hidden far away from the sound mind Still sometimes I see them come And conquer my thoughts, Memories I long to cast away Nibble my mind all day… Slowly the toughness gives way And tears flow unbounded Reflection of a soul badly wounded…
I cry, I cry to myself In the sole solace of my own palms I know one thing for sure, No one ever would be able to trespass And my ugly secret would be buried in the lines of my palms. The secret of the moments When I feel like crying. I wipe my tears and shed my fears For the moment has finally walked away All wet and painful, it is gone.
Author of fiction books titled 'My Life story' and 'Is This Love & Autumn - The Last Leaf' and novel 'Resemblance - The Journey of a Doppelganger' I enjoy writing short stories on Relationships. I have attempted writing form poems like Haiku, Tanka, Cinquain, Acrostics etc but I most enjoy writing Prose poems where I get to express myself without the limitations of number of words or rhyming. Most of my writings depict human feelings and emotions, which I try to bring out onto the page and into the minds of the reader. I believe that essence of writing lies in not only entertaining the reader, but speaking to them through words. My style of writing makes it easier for the readers to visualize the story unfolding around them. I am of the opinion that being good at writing a story is not about the story being unpredictable, it is about the way you narrate the predictable story and still keep the reader interested.I blog at Straight From The Heart (http://www.artihonrao.net). I am an administrator and web-designer at Writer's Ezine (http://www.writersezine.com).My Profile page: http://www.artihonrao.in
Sometimes, I just want to fly away and sit by a coast dotted with tiny creeks and gaze at the pebbles sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the stream while drenching my feet in water as pure as an infant.
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we
Again I wake in this wretched place Where the devil glares with grimaced face Reading my heart, stripping it bare Savoring the scent of the secrets there I’m slipping and sliding, the ice too thin Carefully creeping, lest I fall
Truth you seek, Character you weave The beauty you perceive, with the eyes austerely. Respect you earn, sacrifice and yearn Leaders you breed, Monarch unveiled. Mother, sister, lover or daughter The legacy you leave of your charismatic nature and affection
The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The