The Poetry Marathon

The wind blows my hair away
But it’s neither cool nor soothing
It burns like those flames
Which engulf my whole being.
A shaky breath, hands full of dirt
No amount of water could clean
Not even the mightiest earthquakes
Could shake a resolve so deep.
I look up through the sweat and tears
With a final smile and start running
Reaching out my hand to get hold
Of the passion I could always feel.
Telling myself to give my all
Here at the starting line of my dreams.

“We are poets. Our poems will be our legacy.”

I heard this in a show I was watching recently and this is what came to my mind as I read through all the introductions and test posts here. Yes… I do try to read as many as I can because this is part of the experience. So many different people, so many different stories, different reasons to write…. But this difference is what unites us.. These poems unite us. All of us. We, the poets. And it makes me happy… To say the least.

But the weird thing is… Though I read all these posts and can relate to them, feel so many emotions… I can never comment. Rather I can never find any words. Something to say…which feels really strange because that’s what I am here for… To say something, to write.

Hope I can find my words in time for the marathon. Maybe I’ll just read a few more posts… We never know in what form can inspiration knock at our doors.

Is it weird that I am more exicted for this year’s marathon than I ever was for my birthday as a kid?

As the night falls and darkness descends
The moon rises to it’s full glory
Lighting up the dark lake
Beautiful in it’s presence
And the world within

Away from the light
Under the shade of the canopy
Resting her head upon a tree
Her panic stricken beautiful eyes
Wander around to see, any hint of shadows

There is none and she is calm
Moving out into the light
She makes her way to the lake
Her silver gown cascading after her
Her hair ruffled by the wind.

Suddenly the silence of the night
Is shattered by the galloping of horses
And in one swift movement
She is swept off her feet
And carried into the night

Her beautiful eyes now full of fear
As she raises them to the face of the stranger
He sees the scared look and stops
Smiling sheepishly, he apologises to her
Says he couldn’t help surprising her.

For a moment, her face is expressionless
Then it breaks into a smile
As she looks into the eyes of her lover
And forgives his mischievious endeavor
As they ride towards the lake under the moonlight together.

I see the moving cities..
Flying vehicles
Running people
They seem to have a destination
I don’t.

I see the busy city roads
And streets , And lanes
Even at midnight and after
They seem to be going
I don’t.

I don’t run
I wander, at leisure
For I have no destination
Just a journey
I do.

Books!
Oh the wonderful companion for all ages!
They can be your guide…
A friend indeed
Or even a holder of your secrets….
You cry with them
You laugh with them
And sometimes get lost in wonder of life…thinking…holding them…staring right ahead…into fascinating nothingness!

Books!
They tell you tales of lands unknown
Of times not yet here
On journeys through the space
They take you soaring…gliding
Flying…above and far far ahead!
Though being ever so silent
They speak the loudest
Since they speak directly to our hearts
And unlock the deepest unexplored parts of our imagination…

Books! There is nothing like them!

Butterflies fly all way to the home
With wings riding winds of freedom
They falter, halt and move again
They know their journey is not long.

With wings riding winds of freedom
They glide effortlessly though
They know their journey is not long
They keep going on their own.

They glide effortlessly though
The consistency needs some effort
They keep going on their own
Butterflies fly all way to the home.

I used to dance, you know
Though it was more like
Prancing around…all day long
But it made me happy.

That day, when it all happened
It felt like dreaming
Floating over the sky
And when I woke up..

How did I feel?
Nothing..really
It was just a void
Nothing more, nothing less.

I cried…when I was alone
So no one could see me
I was strong, you see
Atleast I tried…then cried again.

I used to dance, you know
It made me happy like nothing did
Then they took away my legs..
But couldn’t take my dance away from me.

I am happy that i found him.A life where he doesn’t exist? Can’t even imagine.It’s just that i wish,only if i could see him one last time,say goodbye….it would have been a lot better death than this.

A broken heart
Hurts much less than
A broken spirit.

I see rivers of gravy…with rafts of chips
Trees of french fries with variety of dips
Mountains of pizzas and burger valleys
And flowers blooming of colourful jellies
Houses of noodles and people of cake
Boats of candies in a chocolate lake
Which lead to the forests of ice cream
Before I wake up from my delicious dream.