Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from 2014

Her secret diary

In crowd place, there is always a chance of getting things misplaced. This is how Pradeesh now standing with unknown diary in his hand. The pink color of the diary obviously says that it might fall from some girl's possession. As a good citizen, now he is responsible to return the diary whoever it might belongs to. But to add bubbles to his curious adrenalin the personal memorandum was left empty. He turns to last page with a quick prayer it should not be like Tom Riddle’s diary as one comes in Harry Potter’s movie. It was written in blue ink and some stains are visible. And he thought that probably she would have cried while writing, well it’s not she is writing an exam of zero-knowledge subject like him. :P

Slowly her secrets revealed:

Its evening time, the graduation day is about going to over, and there he is standing as casual as ever and doing all possible show-offs in front of girls. And he attends the call after tiresome of hearing his ringtone 16th time.

Am: Hey, why are y…

Dreamy Doll

The dreamy doll always, walking in moon light, her head prides upright. Never talks to others, none she bothers. But, with passing hours, her dazzling elegancy , turns into thinner delicacy.
When I awoke in morning, on the floor tracing the dusty sprinkles. I fixed the wooden doll's hollow.
Linked with:Poetry Jam-Dream.
P.S: Dream personified as Sherlock Holmes. :D

Sailing to moon

Hey Moon, How you are perfect round? Sailing at high bound.
World shines in your dim light, Beauty at turn-around sight.
Dipped in silver white, Is there snow-down all nite? 

Linked to: MTB

Night Flight

In midnight fall, darkly clouds roll,  a voice yells, casting spells, "Accio" Sitting on besom broom dashboard, Flying around world with free passport.

Pict captcha @ Photobucket
Linking with Poetry Pantry#224..

Its ma fantacy!

Art fascinates,  My hand sketches, The straights and curvy,  with bright colors hovering. making myself to bind in it.
" Don't drool at my perfect six pack" :P


 Sun painting the nature beautifully.
My path is free from fear with you in leading.


Beauty lies in innocence too :) 
I linked this post to It's ma thing, with the theme to write something about a big thing was at some point during your life.I chosen art, i just love it... but now i was in no touch to it,..

A friend to remember :)

Her memories, still freshly laid, slowly untied.
Walking Reverse, She was always a friend of reach, who treasured with love and care, Spilled unsaid secrets between, Toyed ourselves to fun-ride, She tricked me to bunk classes, gone to laughing-heights, lighted pranks where we go. Became careless feathers.
Then third person gave unwelcome entry, egoism struck. we parted into two.
That ever loved trustee, went away long ago. But left a lesson to trust only within.

This poem linked to OLN @ dVerse Poet.

A grain of scribbles

My last page,
Never missed playing flames,
with sweet friends names.
In middle of boring classes,
all fancy doodles flashes.

At Last minute exam time,
becoming express train,
Filling answers in scribbles, But to teacher, it resumes like riddles.
Posting for toad link, Sunday mini challenge In other words. To write a new poem under the title by  completing the gaps under the chosen titles .

1. The ____ Incident of the ____ in the ____-Time
2. A ____ of Wheat
3. A Grain of ____
 P.S: Is not you last page scribbler ? ;)

Masked Zombie

Just like another day, walking on my way. Under dry hot sun, no room for fun.
On second thought, Am nearing to strange face,  packed in grumpy mask.
On passing by, Heard-deadly tales start to linger But anxiety adrenalin tries to hinder.
on curious turn, The masking disguise disappears. all turns to zombie in my vision, just like in fiction.
Running for my dearly life, There stands my only savior, Immediately I become tree-huger!
With one shrug, They transfiguring into zombie creeps, They are not trees.
Nothing going on well, Sure, now i found way to hell.
On loud thud, Fall off from bed, blaming my zombie dreams.

Promoted for toad link entitled under Out of standard- the Z word imagined by 
Thanks to her, with this theme i was able to recollected my once read zombie stories at wattpad, and pic was already in my stock(taken from scary fb covers).

P.s: Turn around, i could see one zombie hovering behind you. :P

If I were mountain

Be my colours