Illusion of Truth

This is part of NaPoWriMo - writing 30 poems in 30 days

Day Two:
Prompt: the poem that tells a lie

I knew I was made for him
and he for me,
his glance the very first day
told me so-
there I was with my pretty friend Jenny
and yet, he looked longingly at me.
I was lonely, lost and looking out
for someone,
anyone who would care
to look back at me,
to want me
despite my distracting, distant gaze
into the non-existent forlorn future
so when you looked
I knew it had to be you
so when you finally tied the knot
months later with my pretty friend Jenny
I understood myself
completely
knowing the farcical truth
that I had been living
to live a lie.
I knew then I was made for him
'cos I saw him looking longingly
at the bridesmaid as he kissed the bride!

Stepping Stone....

The next step

could be nowhere

lost amidst the gloomy oblivion

of nestling negativity.

But then,

the next step

could lead somewhere

looming large within

the luscious longings of roaring life!

So,

I take the next step

unmindful of unknown consequences,

unwarranted situations,

happy that I took the step at all!

Sunday Scribblings: THE NEXT STEP

Nearly There!

I nearly reached there!

All on my own

enjoying my self imposed solitude,

wishing for no strange presence

to destroy my self bestowed peace

I sailed along

carrying myself

a one man army

fully immersed

in me, mine, myself.

I nearly reached there!

When I discovered

the sailing solitude

I so longed for

was only loneliness,

the peace prickly pieces of arrogant dust

covering my confused conflicted mind,

what I needed

was another sailing boat,

sea or stream, just sharing life together!

Sunday Scribblings: Prompt: NEARLY

Raw without preservatives....

Like clay,

yet to be moulded,

the rawness of life

echoes back at me

every time

I hurl a preconceived

prejudiced notion.

The mind plays games

if we permit it to -

it is just another raw fruit

waiting to be peeled,

till the seed of life

stares at us in the face

reflecting the true nature

of existence -

Plain raw material without preservatives....

Sunday Scribblings: Prompt - RAW

Lemon Bashing

The lonely lemon lay lost

wondering

about the juice of life

that lay hidden within

yet, untapped

the aroma obvious

yet, unimaginable.

All it needed

was a friendly fork of a fiend

to shake hands,

and pull out the taste of life.

When it did

the effect was fantastic -

with the delicious summer juice

came the fun filled festival of

friendly fervor -

the Indian way,

the Holi* way.

*Holi: The Indian festival of colors that will be celebrated this month.

Magpie Tales55: Picture provided by Magpie

Calmed at last....

When your raging emotions

burned my heart

that solitary cup of chilled coffee

calmed me.

The motionless sea

mirrored my emotions

calmed on the surface

raring to storm within.

When the last call

beckons, the soul

finally calmed,

the warmth of the grave will be haven.

One Single Impression: calmed

Journeying through the Road of Friendship....

Twenty years of friendship -
no small thing.
A journey of little joys
on many a bumpy road
definitely not in an expensive Ford!
Just walks along the beaten path
sometimes hurried to reach a

place,
sometimes at a leisurely pace.
Strolling on a rainbow across

the sky
spreading our wings, ready to fly.

Distance and time just

temporary barriers,

not a hindrant to pursue a friendship
blessed by the Power Above to survive
through the maze called life.

Walking hand in hand
for two decades can take a toll
on any relationship, blood

related or not
but, not this one
as two friends enrich their lives
sharing emotions and reflections,
talking, chatting, arguing and loving.
The little fancies of teenage life
floating on a cloud sometimes,
landing on the ground with a thud at times
maturing jnto an association
that spreads across time
ready to take on the world
with just trust in hand.

I wonder, as each day strengthens our bond,
'Is it some magic wand
that brought us together?'
'Or, some previous incarnation connection?'
I know not,
I only savor our faith in each other
just as you do, I know.
I treasure
the beautiful threads of love
that bind us with tender joy
like a surprise gift wrapped
with a sprinkling of stars
to brighten the road ahead.
God Bless You, Dear Friend!

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