Enchanted

Feet agile. Long steps to the carnival tent. Step up on the magic carpet. Get away.

Strong hands. Callused palms. Shuffling a deck of cards. I can only choose one.

Brown hair. Specks of fairy dust I showered on you.

Full lips. Uttering spells and charms.

Entrapping, mystifying. Strange unknown languages, yet so familiar.

Mismatched eyes. One green, one grey.Carefully watching everyone. Carefully watching me.

But you are a trickster. I am your audience. Sometimes I feel like your show is only for me. Other times, I am just another in a crowd of people captivated by your tricks.

I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.
Because your words are lies. Illusions. For some reason I don’t mind.

With the click of your fingers, you disappear. Evanescence.

Were you even there to begin with?

Jealous

Yes I am jealous.
Absolutely green with envy.
Jealous of the Sun and the Moon,
Their forever love story.
Jealous of how it seems like Time stops for them.
The Sun and the Moon
Frozen in space
Coexisting since forever.
They can’t touch
But they can see each other all the time.
I am absolutely green with envy.

Yes I am jealous.
So much, it rips my heart apart.
Jealous of the guitar and its strings,
Their musical, melodious love song.
Jealous of how they always stay together.
The guitar and its strings
Making music, making love
Incomplete without each other.
They can’t touch
But they can see each other all the time.
I am so jealous, it rips my heart apart.

Yes I am jealous.
Its killing me everyday.
Jealous of the moth and the flame,
Their enigmatic attraction.
Jealous of the undeniable pull.
The moth and the flame
The moth wanting the warmth
The flame wanting the company.
They can’t touch
But they can see each other all the time.
I am dying everyday.

Yes I am jealous.
Oh so jealous. So much.
Of the grey clouds and green leaves
Of the waves and the palm trees
Of poets and poems.
They can’t touch
But they can see each other all the time.
You and I dont even have that.

-Sripurna.

I would love to hear your opinions. 🙂

Before & After

Before I met you

I used to write

Poems that rhymed.

 

I used to walk

With my shoulders hunched

Before I saw you enter a room.

 

Before that day

I only used to stay up late

To get lost in the world of fiction.

 

I was least interested

In any form of social networking

Before I had your name and number.

 

I only listened to pop

Ignored the classics

Before I heard you.

 

These days, I listen to classics

Eagles and Floyd,

Because you love them.

 

I change my statuses

On social networking sites

More than often, to catch your eye.

 

I lay awake at night

Waiting for your texts,

And chatting with you the days I’m lucky.

 

These days, I walk with tall

Not with the same swagger as you,

But near.

 

But most importantly,

After I met you

My poems lost their rhyme.

 

-Sripurna.

Happy World Poetry Day, especially to all my muses who will never read my poems, but are the reason I write.

Uhhh, some help, please? :3

So I’m sitting infront of my computer with 15 minutes in my hand, wondering what the hell to post after 2 months of no proper post. And I have no clue what to write. Its like my mind is blank.

I could try completing my 50 day (ha!) challenge.

I could post an awesome quote.

I could write a book review.

I could post a poem.

Or a pic of Ian Somerhalder.

But somehow, nothing seems enough. Does that explain how restless I’ve become? I don’t know why. Maybe its because I’m insanely busy these days, or maybe simply because my concentration level has gone down to zero, but whatever the reason- I have become crazy restless. I NEED to do something new.

So people, any advice, please??

*sheepish look*

Scars

Every time I post a poem, its like freeing a piece of myself, I can’t put that feeling into appropriate words. But again, I’m never sure if it is good enough because I never really think about it too much before or after writing it. It takes me a complete day to convince myself to post a particular poem! So please, pardon my mistakes here..

Oh, and people who know me in real life, if you read this poem, NEVER mention it infront of me. Just read it and forget it. No questions. This poem might not mean what you think it means.

SCARS

A 15-year-old girl

A life spent in books

A dreamer without hope

Not proud of her looks.

 

A 16-year-old boy

Twist-and-turn of fate

A lot of wasted time

An apology too late.

 

A couple of people

With unfulfilled dreams

Sky-high expectations

Not as easy as it seems.

 

An apparent friend

Back-stabbing betrayer

Green-eyed jealousy

Fruitless over a player.

 

Scars unnoticed

Pain gives hope

That feelings still exist

No other way to cope.

 

In Vain

For people who have read my poems before: I wrote this more than a year back, in a melancholy and dramatic mood. Pardon me if the poem sounds dumb. I’m… just insanely insecure about this.

For people who are reading my poems for the first time: Don’t judge me on this. Check out some other poems before that. ;-P

Flashback, but I can’t find

the day I first met you

You were there in the background

But really, I had no clue

 

That one day , you would be

all I’m going to search for

I can see you, but can’t find you

You’re not who you were before.

 

Those dark eyes, that innocence

Its still seems the same

But it isn’t, not even close

So my love goes all in vain.

 

In this life, I won’t find

That same boy I knew

He’s been gone awhile now

No hint, no adieu.

 

Some day, in some other life

We’ll meet again

And that day, I’m sure

My love won’t go in vain.