I’m on the verge of quitting once again and of course the reasons are anew this time and I still couldn’t let go of my ripples..
If any one is interested in helping me get through another phase of mundane posts, or just feeling generous to write at Ripples, or anyone for any other reason willing to do so, feel free to drop a mail of the post you would like to publish here at aadhirai@live.co.uk
Already published posts are also welcome. Just send across the link of the same.
In general,
we all crave for attention..
We want to be
noticed,
accepted,
appreciated,
acknowledged
and moreover exist.
Even the humblest of humans
crave for existence.
But is there a possibility of
existing without that craving?
Is there a possibility of
shunning the acknowledgement?
When you all keep wondering,
Here I am..
For me,
the limelight becomes beams of fire..
the announcements become streams of tears..
passing hands is the worst nightmare..
noticing is tightening the noose..
I exist in non-existence..
I thrive in the deep darkness..
I live and die without a trace..
For traces are a disgrace to me..
Despite, my need to hide to shine,
I do exist in each and every heart..
In the folds, even veins cant reach..
In the holds of creepy claws that screech,
In the voice of silence..
Waiting to unleash..
Yet, not available for lease..
You do see me day in and day out..
For I do reside in you too..
For few, I am a shame..
For few, I am the fame..
I, your secret, is just a game,
For the beauty of me,
is just in the name..
When emotions collide
Inside the head,
For it’s controversies
With the heart,
Neither acts properly
Nor let other senses act so..
Few fights resolve
Within moments and
Without a trace..
Few fights stumble
Without repenting for days
Spoiling those days..
There are other few fights,
For decades, without a trace
To the outsider and yet unending..
While few fights
Pave the way to betterment,
Few are just temporary setbacks..
Few fights spill out
In broad daylight as
Confusion or Resolution..
But those who capture
Them into tangible form
Are called creative &
At times as writers!
Here is my first attempt at Magnetic Poetry. This is like scrabble, just with words instead of alphabets.. So kindly excuse if that doesn’t even make any sense at all..
This was quite interesting for me and if you are willing to try this, Here is a detailed and lucid explanation of how it works by Mr. Douglas (Elusive Trope) – https://elusivetrope.com/magnetic-poetry-saturday-challenge/
He also hosts a challenge every Saturday and there are many more interesting and much better entries than mine.
Whether participating or not, click those links and have fun.. 🙂 And I hope there are few more poetry around.. 🙂
I’ve my mobile handy..
I’ve my network coverage..
I’ve got a lasting battery..
I’ve got sufficient balance..
I’ve not lost my mobile..
I’ve not changed my number..
I’ve not been locked out of my account..
I’ve not lost my backup contact list..
Yet, I keep wondering how, why and when..
How it happened to me?
Why it happened to me?
When did I lose my contacts?
Is it while busily running behind,
The wild goose called passion?
Is it while stealthily being buried,
Under the pretense of being busy?
Is it while missing the calls,
And not returning after becoming free too?
Is it while ignoring the nudges and pushes
Of instinct to wish the dear friend on birthday?
Is it while having the phone in hand,
While it rings and listening to the tune
And neither hitting answer nor reject
And not even the text of customary, I’ll call you back?
Is it while knowing pretty well that
Your friend is hiding and not caring to pull them out?
Is it while knowing pretty well that
No one is gonna pull me out and ignoring to push myself?
I’ve my mobile handy..
I’ve my network coverage..
I’ve got a lasting battery..
I’ve got sufficient balance..
I’ve not lost my mobile..
I’ve not changed my number..
I’ve not been locked out of my account..
I’ve not lost my backup contact list..
Yet, I keep wondering how, why and when..
How it happened to me?
Why it happened to me?
When did I lose my contacts?
Mr. Vinayak at Zero Creativity is the one behind the lens for this beautiful photograph as well as the one behind the process of coming up with these Photetry (Please don’t bother searching it yet.. I just came up with it by merging Photo and Poetry). He posts a simple and beautiful photograph as a prompt for six line verses. Then he adds those verses over his photograph and makes a flipbook!
Thanks for getting us published so easily and in a beautiful way! 🙂
Check out his previous published books and the other entries for this photograph here > https://zerocreativity0.wordpress.com/2016/07/21/lightning-photography/
எழுதிவிட்டேன்
உனக்கான என்
காதல் கவிதைகளை..
மூண்டது
உள்ளே
சிறு யுத்தம்..
நேரில் சொல்லவோ
தூதில் சொல்லவோ
என்ற குழப்பத்தில்..
வெட்கம் முந்தி
தூது சொல்ல
ஆணையிட்டது..
மீண்டும்
மூண்டது
ஒரு போர்..
தூது சொல்ல
அன்னப்பட்சி தேடவோ
அலைப்பேசி தேடவோ என..
விரைந்து செல்ல
அலைப் பேசி என
மனம் மதிக்கு சொல்ல..
மடிந்தே விட்டதாக
எண்ணிய அறிவு
மையலின் மடி நீங்கி
அன்னப்பட்சிகளால் மட்டுமே
தூது சொல்ல முடியுமென
இடித்துறைத்தது ..
மையலின் பிடியில்
சிக்கிய மனது
போருக்குப் புறப்பட..
அலைப் பேசி இணைப்பு
கனவுலகிலும் உண்டோ என
கொக்கரித்தது அறிவு..
என் க’ன’வனுக்கு
அவசரமாக
தூது செல்ல
கடனாகவது
கிடைக்குமா
அன்னப்பட்சி??
He’s not you,
For he could not
Make me blush,
With a single stare;
Make me giggle,
With sweet nothings;
Make me wiggle,
With a single touch..
He’s not you,
For he would not
Make me feel,
Unloved and used;
Make me crouch,
In fear of next blow;
Make me afraid,
For the walk out moment..
He’s not you,
For he might not
Make me yearn
For little more TLC;
Make me wait
Forever to propose;
Make me live
My life without love..
He’s not you,
For he would
Show, tell and express
Love in all ways;
Hold, hug and kiss,
To melt away my misery;
Pickup, patch and keep so
My heart forever..
Yes, he’s not you..
But he’s mine..
This is again inspired by Karthik’s Post, She’s Not You! .. Check my previous add-on post here!
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