Deep in the woodsas I climbed up the stairsa gentle zephyr whispered in my earsdoes it feel difficult ?I nodded with a sighlooking up at the blue skythe green canopy then swayed acrossas if hinting at somethingmy heart seeked for answers and so, I stepped on some more stairsthe foggy mist then played tricks &…
Category: Poetry
Catch me if you can
‘Catch me if you can’ she said with a smirk as the glances judged her as the world questioned her as strangers mocked her; her heart remains in a casket with layers of scars hiding her buried desires she wears an armour shielding her gentle softness; may be one dayshe doesn’t have to be strongshe…
Book in his hands
A Book in his handswith pages between his fingers a bed side lampand a soft linen dancing on his brawny & bare torso a sight to behold;was it the book? or was it the caressing of the pages?or was it just him, a rare sight of a well read man? But I envied the book…
April is here
April… you are here& the sky looks like a wallpaper vibrant with spring colours bright, summery ,sparkling with cerulean hues; with a book in my hand, I sit on the verandah the music from the gramophoneadds up to the melancholy vibesthere is an emptiness, seated deep withinI do not know whyis it shallowness in conversations…
Love Story of Fire & Ice
Image created with AI I am the ball of fire,declared the SunThe Source of energy of all the living beings,The symbol of life, the harbinger of good vibes.The ceaseless fusion in my chestRadiates the eternal shine, eneveitableFor the possibility of life itself.I am the truth that rises every morning,Inspiring millions to make the most of…
I wish…
You beside me& I leaning on to yousharing stories of our scarsof our past hurtsin quietudeamong the serenelush bushesweaving talesof our futurefilled with laughter& moments of joywhere we upholdour promisesto honour our bond,I wished you had dreamt just like meI wished , I was enough for youI wished you didn’thave to hide behind liesI wished,…
Secret Magic
Smiling in the corner, a beautiful flower, blooms like magic. NB- This form of poetry is called Haiku. The haiku is a Japanese poetic form that consists of three lines, with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third. Love, Chinmayee This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2024
Love Birds
I looked up into the clouds today waiting to find a rainbow but alas I could find none I then saw them fly across one after the other like poetry in motion happily lost in each other they did a little dance in circles , sometimes fast sometimes slow drawing patterns in the air unaware…
The Little Sparrow
I saw a tiny little home, entangled, cozy bed of straws, up above, hidden behind those olive leaves; made with care, the couple took turns, protecting the future inside those eggshells, up above, their world, behind those olive leaves; shades of brown amidst black patches, the beautiful little sparrow chirping, making sweets noises, up above,…
