@bluepuppy01@writersbay #blue_123456 #wordc ********************************************** Have you ever tried looking at things differently and they start making alot of sense? The picture, to me, depicts the infinity the girl has been exposed to with the book that she holds. Also, my favourite word is "Infinity"
Multicolored Aura Above the sky But soon left Saying Goodbye Curious many to find The answer, why? Suddenly dusk arrives Turning dead to alive Wandering around often Searching the love Once in love he too Suffered wound To have her in life, Now he just wishes, he could. Lives with the stars and moon Giving him hope Of true love that never dies Because after every dusk too The sun has to rise.
Beyond the horizons somewhere too far away where the Sun sets and the moon rises and in-between those two Life rappels hectically trying to find solace in those mirages of words arranged in formatted shapes mirages , that paint imaginations of the entirety of livingness are they the efforts in vein to find some breeze in all those airs if breathlessness or are they some discovery desperate , to find a ray amidst all the lightlessness
but still we all continue to hold on until the last dawn until the last sunrise a defined time schedule that's undisclosed and unknowable perfectly precise and in-between we try to collect treasures of wealths of worths of successes of failures of desires of attires mirages of poesies and illusions of prose plethoric collections of nears , of dears , and of close is this inspiration for Life is this definition of achievement is this ambiguity or is it the entitlement
but still as they say the show must go on accommodating everything from solitude to attitude as per the sequence prelude , interlude and postlude from glasnost and perestroika right upto brexit every entrant has to see the exit that's destiny and the basic sort one that's born has to depart oh , it's a final call and it's distributed equally to one and all
but still we tend to cling on building plans for our remembrances after we're gone and I'm no excuse my wish though , it's a bit lame its an expectation , to be remembered without any blame though not much for name and fame but for the sporting spiritedness of the game not for my skills to sing and dance but for my firmness for my stance not for my inabilities , to infect or to dope but , for my strongest belief , in hope my wish is not to be remembered for being somebody rare or uncommon I just wish , my memories to be cherished as the imprints , of a human would it be so
Like when someone is gone, the introspection in memoriam Reminds us of different quirks of that person When I am gone, I want you to always remember me From the bits and pieces of memoirs I left in you as a reverie
Remember me as sunshine falling on the barren window sill Penetrating the glass fogged by your memories of mine still Waking you up from your abyssal slumber Dopamine leaping in neurons as a tumbler
Remember me as the patter bouncing on your palms Puddled up with the cheerful raindrops calming your qualms Sprinkling it on your face the way I used to Reminiscing all the moments soaked up in dew
Remember me as the saccharine song of the cuckoo Sitting on the branch outside your window, curtains drew The way I used to bleed your ears singing carelessly Untuned, yet forming an amiable melody
As my soul transcends and I look back at you One last time, I want to see you - Drenched in the happiness of future Quenched with kindness of nature Clenched in holiness of humanity As how I always wanted this world to be
When this eyes saw the first light The only first question asked by- These brain to me was, who am I? Just begin with a very small fight. When time comes to see the last light The only last question asked by- These heart to me was, who was I? When end calls it never wait for an answer.. Just approach fast even leave away a fighter. Before the beginning of the bright darkness.. How can you forget it was that light happiness . But,I guess some questions are itself an answer. Ago, one who bought the most beautiful smile To someone with the first cry, that was I. Ago,one whose tears fall to see even little hurt Of someone with the hard heart, that was I. Ago, one who made many well wishes prayers For someone lying on the bed, that was I. Ago, little one who thought of what I would be By someone who never gets time to answer, that was I. I say, Life is beautiful.. ! If you learn to live.
First of all, thanks a million for making me a co-host in this wonderful challenge. It's a surreal growing experience I had whole day today and probably tomorrow coz of the umpteen entries. @carolyn_challenges mam you are one of the best poets here and one who has always read my works and motivated like a mother and teacher would. You've praised me lot of times and I feel special and guided. Thanks again ❤️. Being a co-host with you was a REAL HONOR.
Secondly, all the fellow poets you all just took my breath away! I learnt SO MUCH from y'all reading all your fantasies
Thirdly, this is my entry for a challenge I admire as much as the one who hosted it!
REMEMBER ME STILL
I don't feel the need to be remembered post my death because finally I'll be free from the bondages of the opinions of others whether they consider me good or bad if they write elegies for me and offer daisies on my grave or if they still take my name.
But if you want to remember me still
Remember me in my smiles As a quiet girl yet not shy To speak her mind.
Remember me in my favourite yellow Hopeful and bright Emotional and showing An intelligent side
Remember me in my poetries I wrote on Butterflies and death On life and hell On love and despair On wreakage and repair
Remember me in my hearty laughter In my friendships and adventures In the places I visited With a spark in my eyes Or the movies I devoured Where love never dies
Remember me in the songs I loved Dream pop and rock Ballad, waltz, drum beats In Beatles oft played on repeats
Remember me in the dreams I had Of seeing the world And writing a book Of falling in love By the glistening brook
If you want to remember me still
Look at your reflection in the mirror Where I look through yours eyes Because my body can leave But this spirit never dies...
On the soil of my heart my love for you bloomed it remained colourfully bright , like trees after rain... But you didn't water it when I told you it crave your presence more than mine unrequited love finally faded like fate has designed only a love reciprocated can stay alive...
On the soil of my eyes my love bloomed for you and this time you loved it too you saw the beauty of love you watered it with yours but beauty is like a water bubble on a rainy day, its all there for a moment, and then transience comes to engulf it forever your love left when beauty faded... only love without eyes can stay alive...
On the soil of my mind my love for you bloomed like a weed in the wild you saw it without eyes you watered it like a child but with time the joy in you walked out , my love could no longer give you anything not smiles , not kisses were enough to keep you beside your love rusted with time... love untouched by time can stay alive...
On the soil of whole of me my love bloomed for you it lasted an eternity still bright its beauty lie not in love itself but in the soil it bloomed in but this time , you never watered it , your love never filled colours to my love I couldn't understand the love that I saw was the one that stayed, and yet it was growing without you... love without anything else but love itself is the one that stays...
Like the inevitable sunset One day, I would be erased From the book of life I might have had cherishing memories Or deeply saddened days But I know there would be something Worth and some reason behind. Might have had so many rise and fall Might have sometimes laughed or cried But I believe there would be deep Sense within and My soul never ever lies. I know what I'm truly longing for Not a name, fame or to be remembered But hidden treasures of happiness To be settled by peace gesture.
My soul would be desiring every flowers To bloom, every spring to blossom For I know my soul would be residing In the garden of nature's blossom. Some might remember me or my Achieved miles But Never ever cry so long and Everyone, just fill with smiles. Always serving as a medico and Would be longing for good health and purpose The deadly disease to be removed forever My soul would ever be craving for the Peace to unveil And just wish for my piece of Poetry to Be remembered.
I would be then lying on the ember and Turn into ashes And my body would perish soon But my soul would fly and flutter like butterflies Would be resting forever in nature's bosom. I would die then but wouldn't ever extinguish Just would be disappearing or hidden Would be beside you in your every fights Spreading sanguine vibes of strength. In the season of summer or spring In the ending memory of my journey Just lay some flowers on my grave Not in grief but in my sheer sweet memories.
luvnotes_challenge_hostA most beautifully penned portrayal of the challenge in this exquisite piece! Very sorry for my late arrival, lots going on lately. Thank you for participating, and I do have a new challenge posted. ✍
Laying on the blanched coverings Of a mattress supported faltingly On a wrecked bedstead of existence, I stare in vain at the once virescent Floral patterns imprinted on the fabric, Now all faded, resembling well-nigh The old letters stored in the cabinet. Blue ink smudged on the white, Creating a paradigm of turquoise rillets Cascading through the paper. I turn to the old photograph, A souvenir caged within A wooden frame sculpted by The hands of some unnamed carver. Portraying the volatility Of all mortal entities at large.
// My mind leafs through the pages Of my unscripted memoir, Each chapter smells of burnt roses, Ignited as a ritual on my demise. I dust off the ashes And watch them flutter away, In the puffs of my moribund breath. //
I wish the world to remember me even then, Not as the last word of their favourite tales, But as the library that preserves all the volumes They couldn't keep for themselves. I wish to be the melody still chiming at your ears After you disengage a phone call with your lover, For your mind may someday abandon The lyrics of your favourite song But never the melody that made your heart flutter The very first time you ever fell in love. I wish the world to remember me still, As a sapphire ring they come across at some store, That reminds them of the azure sky That adorned the happiest day of their life. If not any one thing, I'd still wish to be an artefact you safeguard Within the delicate glass cabinet in your room, That you procured on the pilgrimage you made, With the purpose to mirror the sanctity You would rever for all eternity.
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Hours of Darkness I give
Time to mourn and cry
Whispers that left unheard
Reaching me amplified
Secret love revealed
Damaged love seen
Tears I wipe, laughs I hear
Drinking away their pain
Dancing about in joy
The only light from the moon
And the only light they follow
Watching endless void of stars
Hoping one would fall
And a wish to come true
The dead awakening
Visiting their dear loved ones
Also, frightening the cruel
And I watch, sit back and watch
Till my time is over
Enjoying the little tales running about
For I am the dark, I am the light
For the one living for the nightlife.