Puncture #Daily Prompt #Season 2#Attempt 93
Tattered heart
Puncture feelings
Confused mind
Don’t know if to hold
Or release
Torturing myself
Being stuck here
Taking help of tools
Like meditation
To fix this puncture
Let’s see how far
And how fast
Can I reach
Towards my healed repaired self!
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Taper#Daily Prompt #Season 2#Attempt 92
Life tapers
Towards end
Leaving behind
All it gathered
Or believed
It’s mine
Narrowing and reaching
To self again
As candle
Melts with heat
Of its own flame
Again to be wax
Till He reframes it
To give some other shape
Once again…
To start it again
Burn and melt
Giving away
Light, heat and hope
Till it taper with rising flame
Once again!
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Volume#Daily Prompt#Season 2#Attempt 91
Is volume of my love
Too less to be felt
By you?
Is volume of my soul
Not audible enough
To be hear by universe?
Is volume of my words
Not enough to be able to flow
Towards you?
How many more drops
Of my bleeding heart I need
To fill the dot of your heart?
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Revelation#Daily Prompt #Season 2#Attempt 89
It is one of those days
When burried emotions
Are rushing back to surface
Dying for the Revelation
Once again I will face them
Once again I will taste them
Getting high with their rawness
Flowing some out of eyes
Then filling the remains in a bottle
I would burry down somewhere
Deep very deep…Then
After getting somber
Returning back to life of normal
(That’s what they call it)
I will sing, laugh and live
But will try not to feel that
That I burried deep within…
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Tender#Daily Prompt #Season 2#Attempt 88
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I choose fire over ice
Pain over smiles
I burnt my own heart
And wrote poetry
From its ashes
Tender verses
Share my burden
Makes me feel light
These are stars of night
Twinkling in my sky
These tender star birds
Fly freely and roam everywhere
When my moon meets the sun
In my own mysterious universe
As a poet I can make
Anything possible
With my tender feelings
Carving tender magical words!
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