Tuesday, December 25, 2012

My first self published book of poetry is out !!


My first self published book of poetry is available on kindle :



Please read and review !!!

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Awaiting the review / comments :)

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Monday, December 17, 2012

Lost Love


she lost love to her insecurities
to low self esteem,to baseless fears
she tapped to hard,a love so glassy
she lost love to her insecurities
the tragic conversations,a bit too many
he listened,but maybe she did not hear.
she lost love to her insecurities
to low self esteem,to baseless fears.



==

Written for OSI , Sunday Whirl



Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Oh divine one !


I look for signs and words alike
anything that would bring me calm
in such chaos and troubled times
I look for signs and words alike
that would make sense in heart of mine
that heal the wounds and the scars,
I look for signs and words alike
anything that would bring me calm.


After ages I tried a poetry form. and this is my favorite : Triolet.

( Linked to Alphabe Thursday)

On same lines , i wrote :


Am searching again
for the peace within my soul
the light that once shone.

==


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Monday, December 10, 2012

Images and words






some images you come across,
and can not think of
new words,
or lines,
'cause
some one wrote
better dreams
that seem to sweep
across your mind
and the images
come alive.



As soon as I saw the image prompt for this week , I was reminded of a poem by Ibeingme. It took me a while but I did dig it out for you. ( Linked to his  name )

==
Written for Magpie tales 
Also linked to Open Link night @ dVerse Poetics

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Wedding : joys and pain

Mother and daughter
looking ahead , looking away
a wedding awaits

a wedding awaits
sweet pain of separation
dreams of new life.

family tree spreads
new branches, new memories
love and moments flow



Prompted for Haiku my heart , Haiku heights , OSI

Image source

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Colors



I love winters. I love colors. So finally I get to wear socks :D
I bought 4 pairs last week - each a different color.
Here's the first one I wore :









Was checking Luke Parker 's blog and read these lovely six-word stories.
He further re-directed me to Jamie's post about the same. Two posts and multiple six word stories later , I was tempted enough to try few -

Bright colors. blinding lights. fluid Illusions.

**
battle scars. resentment rises. peace buried.
 
Fake parts, plastc smiles - beauty harvest.

Paintings on her wall imagined loneliness.

**

her hair color - matched his personality.


Ok, I should stop :D
Do try a few and let me know !



Monday, December 3, 2012

The eye



The "eye of dead" was not to be dug out.The evil spirits laughed as soon as it saw light. He thought it would resurrect his dead lover when the eye levelled and stopped. He sat for weeks next to the preserved body.He died waiting. The eye took another soul.

==

 Written for Magpie Tales , G-Man's friday flash55 , Easy Street Prompts
Photo Credits : Magpie tales

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Winter winds

Withering wind blows -
storm from your memories
flashes of your touch

==
Written for Carpe Diem , Haiku Heights

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Indian Summer

the lazy bones yearn,
late summers refuse to move
winter knocks on door.


( An Indian summer is a heat wave that occurs in the autumn. It refers to a period of considerably above-normal temperatures, accompanied by dry and hazy conditions, usually after there has been a killing frost. )

==

Written for Carpe diem , OSI , Haiku Friday

Friday, November 30, 2012

Announcement for a writing prompt !


December is the mark of year end. 11 months gone. Sorrows, joys, smiles, tears, pain, success – you lived it all. Before these 11 months, you lived a lot many similar months.
Tell us about the special months. The challenge is to write about each month – all 12 of them in 12 different posts – either of this year, or of the past, or the future month you are awaiting for some reason – any thing, any form. The challenge lasts through out the month of December – Dec 1,2012 6:00 AM IST to Dec 31,2012 11:00 PM IST.
Hope to see you writing and sharing your memories and dreams with me.
This is the third year that I am hosting this prompt (on my old wordpress blog)
And again, I hope to make mew friends , be a part of some old friend's memories and joys and know a little more of myself too. Come and share different aspects of each month - any form , any theme !! let it be the music that inspired you , or the new dish you learned .. Write !

Link your entries on the new page that I will start on dec 1.

For any doubts or queries , email me at : nimuegal(at)gmail(dot)com

Some questions from Last year :
12 posts for 12 months okay?
yes ! but I will not mind if the posts are less in number untill you mention all 12 months any how ..

Could be fiction/ non fiction?yes ! any genre / form :)

I publish the posts on my own blog and send you the link?
exactly !! leave the link in comment section :) i will add them to main post on new page

And I have to write the posts over the month of December?
true .. the posts should all be done by 31st dec 2011


you can check the last years entries at this page
Here is the wrap up post from 2010 !
Posts from 2011 are here

The new page and the enteries will be linked to page on ladynimue.wordpress.com

:)

aaj fir paani barsa

 
 

आज फिर पानी बरसा,
सूखी  माटी पी गयी हर बूँद 
और इसी जमीन पर मैं खड़ी 
ढूँढती अपनी हँसी ,
तितलियों सी उडती थी 
आज तेरे हाथों में मसली गयी 
तारों सी झिलमिल करती थी 
आज अंधेरों में दबी है कहीं।
मैं नहीं, ना  मेरा वजूद ,
तू सही, तू ही हर जगह मौजूद ,
मेरी बात नहीं, तेरा साथ नहीं,
ये घर अब घर न रहा ,
ईंट - रेत  का मकान ही सही।
सपने नहीं,उम्मीदें दम तोड़ चुकी,
ज़िन्दगी नहीं, ज़िन्दगी नयी ?
इस सवाल से घिरी आज मैं खड़ी 
आज फिर पानी बरसा,
सूखी माती पी गयी हर बूँद,
आंसूं से खुद को सीनचती 
तेरी परछाई में खुद को  रही ढून्ढ।

--

प्रेम सहित , Ibeingme  को भेँट .


Image source


Thursday, November 29, 2012

Purple bloom


tiny fingers clench,
purple blooms,prodding the pine
faint smiles fill the air

==

Inspired by Carpe diem Special#9
also linked to 3WW , Haiku my Heart


Image Source

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Winters


full moon tonight
she waits for him to return
end of her winters;

nearby a beaver
gathers food , fur and hopes
for cozy winters;

seasons come and go
some creatures nest,some let go
varied reactions.


==

Written for Carpe diem , OSI  , Open Link night @ dVerse Poets
and

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Monday, November 26, 2012

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Birch

silver shower of love,
passions paint the colors of night
Birch hides the lovers.


--

Linked to -

Carpe diem



Image source




Friday, November 23, 2012

Thanks




Tea leaves boil -
high above the mountain
ascetic smiles;

new day beckons
kept in wraps by prayers
silent blessing.

==

The haiku set is inspired by Carpe Diem.
The Acrostic is written for dVerse : Form All
Also linked to Haiku My Heart and Haiku Friday


==

Image Source ( all rights belong to the linked site)

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Beach


envision the peace,
waves in motion,sand in feet,
hold the dream,hold me.

--

For Carpe Diem , 3WW

Also for :
  Join the fun!

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Mother-Daughter-Mother


the daughter turns -
she nurses a life within;
circle continues.



This haiku is for Carpe Diem.

Inspired by this thought , I penned the following lines in my native language. translation below that.


कल तक मेरी बाहों में
सिमट जाती थी जो,
आज उसकी बाहों में
इक नन्ही कलि पले ,
बिटिया कह जिसको
पुकारा उम्र भर
आज उसकी बिटिया से
ये आँगन चेह्के।


she, who filled
my arms with her smiles,
stands today
with her arms filled like wise;
who claimed her place
in my life since birth,
has shared it now
with her own flesh and blood.


This poem is for the wonderful poets I meet each week @ Open Link night .


Monday, November 19, 2012

Marriage

A bed of roses
they together walked upon
healing scars from past.





healing scars of past
they sow seeds of love and care -
tree of happy life.


==


Friday, November 16, 2012

To "jade"

possibilities;
colors as many as feelings,
yet,I "jade" you.

<3

Linked to Carpe Diem  , Theme Thursday


*Jade ring (or translated to "Yuhuan" in Chinese) is a symbol of eternal and everlasting love.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Painted Sea


The deep blue stretch
painted to implicate a storm -
yet a cause for peace.

--
Linked to 3WW , Carpe Diem haiku prompt

Thursday, November 8, 2012

A poor Dinner


"Did you tell mom that we should have dinner like poor people?" my son asked my mom.
She looked amused. She never thought we would remember such things.
"Yes, I did. that's to give less work to tummy."
"Is soup poor ?"
"no child, we have it 'cause it is richest in vegetables."


--
Inspired from Theme Thursday .
also for G-Man 's fridayflash55

Monday, November 5, 2012

Habits : A way of life



I call it a habit,its not.

this tumultuous urge
to answer and question
before your question
and after few replies,
this wrath of words
that bite you
and me alike;

Its a key to moods,
to get irritated at rotten moments,
to enable joys at your mere mention,
to feel upbeat to have you with me,
and to put to death anything that bothers you.

I call it a habit,its not.
Its just me.
As I am for you.


Prompted @ Sunday Whirl

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Below is an almost similar feelings expressed in hindi.
(dedicated to my love)


aadatein ...

saanson se bhi tez
sunai padti hain,
shabdon se pehle
hi bun jaati hain,
ek jawaab ,
kuch sawaal,
jis se na tum bachte ho,
na hi main khud.

bas aadat hai,
jhallane ki har us baat par
jo khatakti hai mujhko,
sanwaarne ki har wo din
jo tere naam se shuru ho,
aur paane ki har wo khushi
jo teri aadat ban gayi ho,

aadatein,
teri,
tere pyaar ki,
meri,
mere ajeeb izhaar ki ...

aadatein,
main un se hoon,
vo mujhse hain.

:)




Wednesday, October 31, 2012

He - she - Love



जो मिले नहि कभी राहों में
आज मिलते हैं इक दूजे की बाहों में
सपनों का जिनको शौक ना  था
आज कहते हैं खुदा से , सच हो हर  दुआ  ..

(This is specially for Ibeingme )

Translation:

they never crossed
each other's path
yet today they stay
in each other's heart;
they never dared
to cherish a dream
yet whisper prayers
to make love happen still.

And now to the 3WW poem :


He illustrates love
not with red roses
that she might falsely like;
but with sallow leaves
handpicked from the way
she likes to be green.







Tuesday, October 30, 2012

And So it began ..





She fell in love ,
one tweet at a time,
He fell in love
one meet at a time;
They are in love
one kiss at a time.


--

Prompted @ the Mag
also linked to this week's Open Link night

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Love , A story & About it


It was here that she realized she was in love with him.
It was mostly empty during the week; unless you count the the green grassy plots and fresh flowers keeping an eye on her.
He had looked handsome that day in the coffin.
The cemetery became her home since.

Written for Theme Thursday & for G-Man's Friday flash 55



Last week I wrote this as a comment on some one's blog and I think it was misinterpreted as me mocking the author. I find that amusing 'cause my thought process was all intent to explain loneliness of a human. We all need some one to talk to / write to . Just to let our stories be heard. to be known for the words and thoughts. And when you have no one to share those words with , it gets really haunting and lonely place to be.

Ye kaunsi kahani hai ki yaha likh bhi main raha hoon,Aur padhane wala bhi koi aur nahi hai..

(Translation :)


What is this story
I script,
and I alone would read it.



What did you understand for the lines ?
Let me know your views.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Black Coffee


It was the same cafe,
or so she thought;
the smiling face at the counter,
guiding everyone about
every cup billed for,
recommending just the right one,
scoring more smiles
from the kind old coffee lovers,
a nod from the new ones,
and an occasional "thank you".
It was all the same
or so she thought
till he read her thoughts,
knew how she sheltered
her pain within the coffee
and sipped on,
ignoring the black coffee
she so hated,
but upgraded her taste still.


Written for The Sunday Whirl , OSI , Sunday Scribblings
Linked to Open Link night - the one place that never ceases to inspire me :D

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Peace at a price

Why we need
to know voilence,
to be rattled;
before we seek
the calmness ?

--

Inspired by Musical Poetry Prompt , 3ww

Monday, October 15, 2012

Dear Sister

Long time ago,
I sang few lines,
praises of you
and your love
that fills my time;
I wonder if you
remember this
or let those thoughts
behind some where
as you moved on;
so today I thoguht
to try once more,
to appeal to you
with my ways
of dealing words.
will you like
to hear of clothes
the fabrics and colors,
the random mix and match
some lovely, some odd?
Or would you prefer
to hear of the stuff
full of glitter and gloss,
part real,part not
some precious,some lost.
Or maybe you can
finally cherish
the spaces this poem charts,
the smiles that shine free
even as we stand world apart.

--
Prompted @ OSI , sunday Scribblings , OctPoWriMo

Friday, October 5, 2012

I sleep well (for me)

"You just dont get it",
he throws the words at me,
and I cant stop laughing.
"I can not sleep in patches",
is all I have to say,
I can not also sleep,
knowing I have to write,
or when my fav show is on tv
or I suddenly remember
a book I left unread last night.
There are many hours,
that I know I should sleep,
and a few more when I could,
but I give it up for reasons,
I can not make any sense
or convince him any day
I too sleep well.

--

My second poem for OctPoWriMo ( so much for tryign to write 20 poems atleast this month :P )

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

will I last ?

will I last all days ?
Its something
I stopped asking
a long time back;
time now lacerate
the passion to pen,
ripe ideas tempt me but
I do not comprehend;
I simply say to myself,
make it fun,
make this count;
read and write,
with dignity and pride;
make friends as you walk
spread words while you last.


This is the first thing that popped in ym head as I chanced upon Octpowrimo challenge . No way I can write 31 poems but I can sure try my best.

Also linked to 3WW

Monday, October 1, 2012

Absence

He has been absent
for long;
the doorknob gone cold,
the mats heavy and dull
awaiting his footsteps
that led more to her
than to the house in all.
she has been waiting
so long;
the recipie books torn,
the stoves left to gather dust,
awaiting him in next chair,
her gaze fixed
on stale food,his empty chair.
In an old cemetry he lies,
wondering how long
she could hold on to hopes,
In the adjacent grave she lies
wondering how long
he would take to be home.
The food,the home,
the warmth, the love,
all lost.long ago.


Prompted @ OSI , Magpie Tales

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Deserving lovers

She wished to be together
given any chance,
and yet
there she was,
he was some place else;
she wished to hold him forever
entice him with words
or actions
whatever that might work,
yet he was somplace else;
she understood today
she could have followed him
and yet
here she is
savoring the love of one,
who deserves her,here and now.

Prompted @ 3WW

Monday, September 24, 2012

Sensible Art & Verse

Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle



"A for airplane
B for bums
C for colors
D for duck"
so goes the little rhyme
from the kid trapped in me
his giggles echo in my heart,
and the day sooms to smile free.

Please forgive me for this verse. I don't know why I thought this way as soon as I noticed the airplane.

And now a haiku :

"a sensible art"
he said,showcasing this work,
"perhaps to the blind"


--
Linked to Magpie Tales and September Heights

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Born again ?

Its just perception
if ideas come,get realized -
born to you or whom?

Thursday, September 20, 2012

firefly

wish to be the light -
firefly on window to dreams
where you and I meet


Prompted @ September Height , Musical Prompt poetry prompt.

And then please do check this wonderful song -


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Me , the Island-ed

Nestled in your arms,
my heart seeks absolute peace
solitude falls in place


Prompted @ 3WW & September Height

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Starved



constant starvation -
her love for words kept aside,
she feeds his silence.

Prompted @ September Height , OSI

Saturday, September 15, 2012

If only ..





if only people were
taxed for creation of dreams;
more for violation


Prompted @ September Height

Friday, September 14, 2012

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Conversation with her


troubled heart or not
half the truth but lies never told
my mother hears me best



Prompted @ Theme Thursday (conversation) , September heights (day 11 - divine)

Monday, September 10, 2012

Old photos

memories echo
between old photos found
smiles within the tears

--

Prompted @ OSI (echo) , September Heights (day 10 - pepper)

Friday, September 7, 2012

My muse






a leap here and there
across reality, she stretched
her dusk colored wings

a dark shadow today
she slept over the mist clouds;
rains tomorrow.

yesterday she flew
light speed of thoughts at me
undressing words free.

shapeless,senseless
you my love, my life,my love
wonderful mess.



Written for September Height (day 7 ) , Dverse Poetics

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Elemental



her easy banter,
defies the duty of birth;
elemental to life



Written for 3WW & September heights (day 5)

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Autumn






on the edge of life
she looks back at music played
the smile of spring




Prompted @ September Heights (day 5)
Inspired from the following music prompt given by Elizebth at Musical Notes Poetry prompt :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2N_tmH6y7ng


(Image source)

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Monday, September 3, 2012

Loneliness




indexed in her sigh
color of loneliness,
he paints her blank words