Random prompt 2015 Poetry Marathon Prompt 23   Did i made something wrong commendable act indeed something in the lingering mind   looking beyond the walls of illusions sizing up again and again look in the eyes   shadow of doubts prevailing walking the path…

The lights of passion finding its way to me an effect of my search or a premise to me conscious. How did you come trailing looking for me? when I have been in search of you for years. Where you not listening to my silent prayers…

Inner city blues Success has many clues The answer solves what’s real No matter how you feel   Sing a simple song of life That ends the violence, starvation, and strife That lets factual knowledge now be heard Where wisdom isn’t a foreign word Sing a…

When silence was the only word,  Emotions knew no downpour,  I knew not who I was.    Now, the silence knows its way,  Emotions are building its pace  Led by new wings to fly.    Copyright © Snigdha   

When the moon is full and dark, when the moon is full and dark, will you find me drifting, slowly dancing? will you find me drifting, slowly dancing? Slowly dancing, when drifting, find me the full and dark moon.   No spell can bring this…

The fire of grit in my pulsating veins, the winds of passion with their ebbs and tide, the calmness of pure serenely flowing breath of river, All unite in me to a creation of the earth from the dust, into the birth Naming me, welcoming…

Take me back back in time to the place  I once called my playground. The air tasted of salt and summer. The wind continuously blew as the waves greeted the shoreline. …and it always felt like the waves were playing catch up with me. Almost…

everwing playtime using this time sometime letting pass a time no time wasted weighing option letting some action thinking about it in action flying high to kill monsters with dragons on the side nothing is sinster making it a global wide still amusing the musing…

Here, not here, Mom stares At me but sees and hears ghosts– Her handsome soldier Patient patient Mom Room must be filled with hidden Impatient spirits Cooing and soothing Promising to envelop Her indignity Speaking in tongues she Doesn’t recognize my voice Or my face…

There is a House on Catamaran Where I used to go in the summer Or the winter or the fall depending It was usually my mother’s call When we’d visit the House on Catamaran   It was a beautiful House on Catamaran With a white…