Sharing a piece
With the moon
Of what I feel for you
My friend’s rays
Reflecting off ink soaked paper
The moon highlighting
Of what it believes to be the best parts
All of it.
My contribution to a collaborative poem by Neha from the blog, ForgottenMeadows
If you liked this piece try checking out my other poem Whispers to the Moon
Letting you in my mind
Tell me what you find.
I’ve had a lot of friends
With their fair share of bends.
Black and white
Colors that rarely meet.
Emotions, at times
Synonymous with peaceful
Of being on the drama filled front-line
Like a soldier gone prone
Intentions, ever clear
Like corporate windows.
Many keep a line of trust
Never to be breached
I respect that.
But guess what
I actually kept two
Until I found you.
Daily Prompt: An extra room has magically been added to your home overnight. The catch: if you add more than three items to it, it disappears. How do you use it?
I’ve always wanted a room filled with absolutely nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I love furniture and all it has to offer, but sometimes, I want to be in an environment that reminds me of absolutely nothing. No pictures, no chairs, no colour patterns, just plain white. A space in which I can lie down on the floor and meditate, provided the room is sound-proof.
The reason for this is quite simple, at times when I’m alone I like to close my eyes and picture myself in certain places. Sometimes I’ll be by a waterfall, sometimes I’ll be in the desert, it provides escapism. However, I never feel fully immersed, because when i’m in my room and I start trying to clear my mind *BAM!* someone slams a door in the next room, or someone screams and hinders my concentration.
This extra room would be perfect, I enter, close the door, and sit (yes, on the floor). I wouldn’t have to worry about noise or any other hindrances. From what I hear, if you concentrate long enough you can tap into the part of your brain that stores your memories, among other things. This magic room, would be the perfect instigator to such an achievement in my point of view.
The portal, to my Mind Palace.
The Daily Post – Breathing Room
You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.
The idea that the weather and people’s moods are connected is quite old. Do you agree? If yes, how does the weather affect your mood?
The rain, it always gives me ideas. The way the sound of raindrops dominates and makes all other sounds seem irrelevant. I believe many would agree with me that they love sleeping to the rain’s lullaby.
Second in line, is overcast. The different shades of grey in the sky always give me peace. I’ve never really been fond of the sun, or summer for that matter. I only like the sun for light, that’s pretty much it. The heat part I can do without; I easily get sweaty palms.
When it starts to snow, am I the only one who feels like celebrating Christmas? Sometimes half-expecting to see a man with a strong fondness for red, on a flying sleigh. I believe the weather changes my mood at times, but not all the time. When it does however, I get a wave of inspiration like no other.
Shattered to be rebuilt again
Pick the fragments of debris
Salvage what remains
But never, leave the pieces
They are who you are
Every end signals a new beginning
If they tell you, “you can’t do it”
It just means there’s one more person
Keep it cool as ice
If finishing the pie is a victory
Don’t settle for a slice.
How have I been? I’m glad you asked
An illusive set of events, chuffed they’re all in the past
Wrist breaking tests plus a daily dosage of assignments
No dent to my passion, the fervor for writing is still in alignment
Believe it or not, I wrote this on the go
I know, my addiction to the ink is starting to show
I can’t tell you how good it is, to be here again
A place where I can take logic and give it a spin
But enough about me, let’s talk about you
Reading your poetry is what I’m dying to do.