Alone.

When words fall

on the ground.

They have been tossed,

shaken and stirred.

A swirl of ice freezes emotions,

a dip of thoughts lemon crushed.

They get up and walk to the

door.

A tad stumbling, not very sure.

The destination is unknown.

A walk down the lonely road.

Alone once again.

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tejaswiniaura

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So I whiled away  time,

it was worth so many nickels, dimes

if I sat counting them, it would never end.

I walked into one room and the next,

looked up the ceiling, went to take some rest.

Scoured the marble floor for face patterns

to look at, and behold, found

some grinning, some evil,

some with faces strange,

some others, clouds topped with meringue.

Peered into the laptop, squinting aside,

for too much screen time,

does not work for your eyes.

So there was I, whiling away time.

the clouds rumbled some mumble jumble,

it went dark, for I was whisked away to

space in an apparent race,

to beat time at it’s own game.

Floating in a vacuum, in a black hole,

as comfy as can be,

I won’t be home anytime you see!!

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tejaswiniaura

Any thoughts ?

Picture credit :- Photography mad.

Chatter

 

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Chatter on the radio

endless stream of illogical words,

A song, a screech

Piercing sounds of nails on a blackboard

Humming, a drum drumming

Pitter patter sounds of water or ghost feet?

dreams, nightmares a sweet treat

jangled nerves, little city sleep

boarded up houses, stairs creaking

chairs pushed by unseen hands

The chatter inane insane

A mad hatter, a cheshire cat,

smiling at all that

The radio,

now, sings a lullaby come along.

The walls close in slilently.

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tejaswiniaura

picture credit :- Pixabay

The Waters…

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In the Waters of Writing,

flow tides of enamoured desires.

Love, arrow stricken bleeds

casting a reddish hue onto

churning waves, frothy white

despair dipped, depths red inked

lashing out in a frenzy.

These are unsaid words.

swords unsheathed with life.

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tejaswiniaura

Oshun:- West African goddess of sweet waters,beauty,love and artistry.

Picture credit Pinterest

Artist:-Annelie ( As mentioned in the image)

Unfold…

Unfold into another reality, seen and unseen….

New post up….a sudden thought and this poem was written…. Inspiration comes from the unlikeliest of places!!🌻🌹🤠

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Love Denied

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These words are in the way

scattered, inane

climbing the steps of abysses.

I have wept

crawled on all fours

trying to know more.

Why do I fall so deep within

the cages of those glorious eyes?

Swept into oceans of emotions.

Gasping in fitful breaths of

leftover love,

You throw my way.

Couldn’t care less, could you?

I give way….I go away.


 

tejaswiniaura