The Reality of an Appearance

You appear true

What would I know though,

In having such feelings,

Such overwhelming passion over you

I would then, naturally assume the best in you

Disregarding that you could be dark and a menace to society

A writhing wretch of destruction,

I would not think twice to be with you

To have a future with you

Yet though, there’s something else I see

Something else that I feel that beckons me to you

A sensation telling me that you are not dark and a menace

Or am I being tricked?

For the Trifecta Weekly Challenge http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/

this week, "appear" as having an outwardly aspect or seeming to be was used.

Pepsi!

Aye my life,
In a world wrought with strife
How do I begin to confess
Of my great distress,
Over Coca Cola versus Pepsi, in a world full of carbon
Which fizzes more?

For the Trifextra Writing Challenge this weekend, a 33 word confession had to be composed!

On Graduating

Underneath this winding loop of life is a new paradigm of hope
That after a long battle with gaining knowledge,
I have finally reached its infinite end,
As I taste its sweet honey!

Old or New is the question for you!

New or Old, what is that key
To Becoming me?

A dinosaur in the rough
Me living fashionably can be tough

Black is slimming, and with its trimming
I could be winning this inning for the night

What about for tomorrow night though?

--Inspired by Trifecta's writing challenge, the definition of "dinosaur" we had to use was one that is impractically large, out of date, or obsolete. 

Event

Sixteen,
With her license
She is off!

Exploring sights,
Soaring to new heights
Never tired from this newfound freedom
She rides like the wind!

Until one day when she rides no more
An accident almost claiming her life
Unfolds before her in a hospital bed
Where she is motionless.

"What are you going to tell your Mom" asks the nurse
"I'm not"
With her quick response to this ever fast event, she waits
Until the Day of Judgement
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For the Scriptic  prompt exchange this week, Jester Queen at http://jesterqueen.com gave me: "What are you going to tell your Mom?"/ "I'm not." 

I had given kgwaite at http://writinginthemarginsburstingattheseams.blogspot.com/ this prompt: Cradle of Civilization

Waiting

A man,
Young as he is talented
Curls up on his leather couch, waiting
Impatient for the phone to ring, he sits

What has his life come to,
A life of talent and creativity
His fears and his hopes
Here, in his living room?

He is still waiting for his casting call moments later
Did they like him, was he to their standards?
Will he get the job?

Questions, Questions!
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For the Scriptic.org prompt exchange this week, FKC at http://originallyyou.blogspot.com gave me this prompt: He curled up on his new leather couch and waited impatiently for the phone to ring.
I gave Wendryn at http://www.wendryn.com this prompt: Out of the ground, a flower emerges!

Good Weather

A sunny day

Has come today

 

 

Out with the old and in with the new

Is nature's everlasting cue

For a short time such as this

Who would want to miss

The bird songs with the raindrops?

 

 

Good weather is a time for rejuvenation and for laughter

With tears only after,

For when the joy, flowers, and green are gone

Deserted is one's lawn

For a blanket of white cannot hide

The green that has died.

For the Trifecta Writing Challenge this week, the definition of "New" as "Having been in a relationship or condition but a short time" was used.

Love

It wasn't the first time
I felt alone.

Months, even years went by
With only thoughts of you
You were more than a dream come true,
I will love you forever!

For the Trifextra Writing Challenge this weekend, we had to respond with 33 words to anything beginning with "It wasn't the first time".

Greatness

I am the One Spirit
That Stands,
Among this decay
Of our civilization,
Once so bright,
Once so promising.

Laden with gold,
Fresh meat
Bursting with trade
With our neighbors to the North and South
We, who were gifted with astronomy
Too being the keepers of time,
Had not foreseen our own time
Slipping away as we lived our days, and worked our lands.

We had not seen that our own beliefs could destroy us,
With the amount of sacrifice done at the Great Temple
Being so mighty, we had to engage in conflict with everyone
That also led to being wiped from existence.

Except, that our ways and language survived
To fall under recent academic investigation,
Our legacy lives on,
With the good and bad of our culture
We have carried on to the present day!

For the Trifecta Writing Challenge this week, the definition of "Decay" as "falling into ruin" was used.

Sunshine

With the warm sunshine
I am among green
What made winter go?

For this Trifextra Writing Challenge, we were assigned to write a poem in three lines, three stanzas, or a poem of 33 words.

Airport Bliss

For the Trifecta Writing Challenge this week, we had to respond with a 33-333 word prompt to the following image.

I go and land

Upon another's sand

I begin to moan

Wow, the Airport Security has grown!

Where are my suitcases and where's my visa?

To see the Leaning Tower of Pisa?

Ay, the suitcases are here,

My passport though seems not to appear!

Without digging my own pit,

I can find it,

To find my passport, I must need my mind,

Oh, this will surely be the find!

It is nowhere to be found, and I now got pulled over

For something too good to not be true

What will I do?

For something so small

Who do I call?

Has it only been me, or the person behind me too?

A ha, the visa has been found!

No worries, nothing to see here

With the security near

My clothes, suitcases, and bags a mess

With me being in a great state of distress!

With all the clothes and the gifts

Who did I miss?

Of the many family members to see,

Was I a good busy bee?

Addio, I am finally off

To not see the Leaning Tower of Pisa

Of which I needed my visa

To somewhere better I will travel

Walking along the gravel

Of the park near the sea

Will be the place where I will be happy as can be!

Springtime

From the heavens

Raindrops fall to the earth

As it weeps water into the ground

Awakening the soil, shaking the nutrients anew

So that life blossoms

Within the earth, and on land.

A lone flower has risen,

From one of the raindrops, it is seen across fields

Of endless flowers.

Yet, somehow

This flower weeps purity and perfection

Attracting distant bees as they come.

Pollinating other flowers,

These bees first come to the source

Of this weeping raindrop!
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For week nine Trifecta Writing Challenge used the third definition of the word "Weep" which is to exude a fluid slowly

Star

In the sky

A star sparkles

Forcing a bird to fly

Seen amidst the heavy clouds

Shining like a diamond, the bird glitters with the light

Of the star

Traveling

Across the horizon, across the vast sky

Of dreams, of hope

Landing where no one will land

One day

Power

I am power

Coming from the unknown

I shone

Through hardship and grief

Not knowing who or what I was

I dug out of that grave with my name

Engraved on the headstone

Of bitter fruit

You can’t break nor shake me

Not me or that power surge I was made out to be

Like lightning like fire

Life is all that I desire

To shine to radiate

To not be a minute late

In sending out energy

In sending out vibes

To even make people get inflicted with hives

I am power

Bursting through the seams

Of that cloth bound by the thread

Of time,

With rhythm and rhyme

Hope

Hope is man’s greatest resource, and without it we are lost. To hope is to have faith and belonging in a cause. 

In my life, time and again, I have hoped and have dreamed.  I know that God in one or many forms is great and is able to hear us from below.  It is just the time that makes us question God’s benevolence while hoping.  To wait is nerve wracking, with our faith then becoming less and less, and then us eventually losing our hopes.

God’s ultimate plan for us humans is to have hope though, and the biggest way God has showed hope is through time.  With each passing of the minute hand, a surprise is waiting for us, and through time, we are led to many surprises.  Time in the end is our biggest surprise!

Fire

 

Burning

From a single flame

Red rises

Until it reaches its maximum height

It forms, it contours

A shape

Emerges

Engulfed by heat, it rises

A burning passion

A sensation

Grips the earth

Forces from above

Drawn by the heat

Shapes this creation

Love

That from which has no explanation

It penetrates

Two individuals, One like the sun and one the moon,

This mystique, this charm

Forming

Heartbeats.

School

Seeing fellow peers

Catching up on big and small news

Hovering near a classroom

Organizing my notes for an upcoming class

Orchestrating people towards the right direction for a walking tour

Lulls me into the swing of life!

Flight

 

It was true, I hadn’t known you

Nor wanted to be

A person carrying a heavy fee

On my countenance, on myself

You came out of the blue though

Erasing all lost hope,

I became strong

I became confident

Knowing that you were right there with me,

I started to fly

Sure, there were times that my wings were stoned

So that I was knocked out of the sky

Crashing and bumping against the trees to the ground

Wings outstretched, face to the ground

You were there for those times though

Lifting me with your positive energy

I regained the strength to fly again

Having you by my side

We both were lifted into the air

Circling and hovering over hills,

Scraping the surfaces of the glassy blue waters

We flew to new heights

Never looking back on our sadness and miseries.

Three Seasons

Winter is…

Bleak,

Cold,

Depressing

I am,

Promising,

Warm,

Happy

With these two emotions, the autumn leaves fall off the tree.

Lonely Rose

A lonely rose waits at the edge of the water

Its stem to the vast blue, it waits to take root beneath the surface

Or to Float away
To some other land of hope.

Gloria Maxima

Silence is the loudness

The raging beat that amplifies my soul

Bringing me to my knees

In prayer

In solitude

The bells ring

In the nearby chapels

As angels raise me to my feet

Leading me indoors,

I am

Suddenly loud

Looking Glass

Rain falls as I sit near my window

With a looming cloudy day, I see no beginning

To this tainted state I am in

Just fear and loneliness

In the distance, I am watched

By a thousand eyes

I am lost

In a world of no meaning

No joy

No hope

I struggle to find solace

Here, within these barren walls

Beacon

With a quiver amongst the leaves

A baby bird prepares for flight

Not knowing where it will end up

He starts to fly

Over mountains and among oceans

This baby bird finds its wings

Playfully circling around the clouds, it doesn’t meddle with the sun

Like wax, the bird’s wings are delicate

Not wanting its life to end early, the bird flies

With one fell swoop, the bird lands

Across the glossy silvery surface of water, it catches fish

Its feet latched firmly onto the fish,

It flies to a nearby branch to feast.

With this routine of food and rest set, the bird journeys far

Until it lands on top of a lighthouse,

A beacon for wanderers and travelers alike,

As it rests and waits.

Berkshire Hills

The Rolling Hills

Of paradise

Is where I live

The sounds of birds,

That could be black, red, orange, yellow, and blue

Warms my spirit as they feed on our bird feeder

Trees that now have green leaves in the summer

Have orange, yellow, and green leaves in the fall

Having no leaves in winter,

The burst of green leaves again rejuvenates our souls in the spring

The air,

Vast and always smelling fresh

Hydrates this green land,

The birds, the grass, and the trees

Shaping the place I call home

Holiday

I journey

To the Center of the Earth,

There,

I find the crystal blue waters

Of Man…

Brushing against the emerald green shore

The sensuous feeling

Captures my soul as

Above, the seagulls call

My Name, my existence

I Journey

To the Center of the Earth

Strength from Hope

 

Dedicated to those we know with cancer, may all of our loved ones find peace.

Life

Once filled

With hope

With dreams.

Memories once at a door,

Now in the wind

Traveling among

Hills, over mountains.

Lives

Outside of hospital doors

Outside of laboratories

Waiting to hear of that illness

That takes millions, waiting

Whether to smile or frown

Waiting to celebrate another birthday

That we are invited to

Strength sees to it

That no one loses

That there’s a purpose

To everything, no one is left out

Without a chance, without a battle

Sunshine

The earth is alive
With music, with life
The world is painted anew

From the stinging effects of terrorism
We combated, with cradling more terrorism
The hatred between brethren
Has now been to construct a barrier between US and Mexico

The difference between right and wrong
Is, having a gun permit, but having that same gun within a child’s reach

The world is watching, as the market economy plunges to the bottom
As the money, either being spent or being saved to be spent, is being spent by the lobbyists

I shudder at society
Not knowing whether future generations will be safe
The moon shines over the land, making it morning
With a crack of red, the sun paints the sky anew

The Exorcist

Sounds of Silence

Ring in the New Year

Ring away the heartache

Ring away the strife

There is a hole in the wall, with blood signaling the fist that made it.

Interpreting Humanity Through Haikus!

The Opening hand

Feels the warmth of the sun’s rays

Oh, to taste freedom!

Happiness is within

Obtaining a blissful moment

Hark, a Festival comes!

Sleep strains someone’s soul

Luring through its lullabies

Good Night and Good Luck!

An illusion of love

Comes from a simple dreaming state

I paint with Dawn’s Colors!

Eden’s Garden

Life is an apple

With its outer red exterior, it stirs

A triumph, a sorrow

Wriggles around, within this red…

A worm lives!

The apple’s core is inside this red fruit

Holding the seeds for future apples,

The seeds are secure, for their future growth and development.

Now tunneling out of the apple, the worm has now left a nice circular hole,

The seeds succumbing to the great wind,

As man is great

As man is evil

Only an apple a day can keep the doctor away!

Faerie Dust

A finger is over my mouth,
Two palms are over my eyes!

I skip on over to the happy forest
Babbling with green, the sunlight plays upon the glossy green of a leaf
The colors of the earth alive,
I am suddenly caught in the arms of my playmate
Picking me up and twirling me around
I am enveloped into this moment
A jovial bliss, I am finally on the ground
And suddenly, I cannot talk
I cannot see
I ask what is going on.

The queen approaches, her light footsteps felt by all
A shimmer of light transcends these palms over my eyes
Of gold, of silver, I am suddenly surrounded
Not by one, but by many
Finally able to open my eyes, I find the forest transformed
Into light, into happiness
Flowers spring up, birds sing, trees dance
As my playmate is a faerie
As his mother, the queen of all faeries embraces me
Making me a faerie princess,

I find that dreams
Do come true!

Sensual

A burning passion

Shapes my spirit

Setting my throat on fire,

I feel liquid contour and bend from within me

Forming an outline to my heart,

The place where my life is sustained

I feel the earth shake around me

Trembling, I touch your face

Silent Minds Give Way to Loud Hearts

You are silent

With those wide set eyes, you move me

How did it happen,

That my heart is loud, but my mind is silent

Your legs move, you run past me

And yet it turns out that in reality you are only walking

How did the silence of the atmosphere around us turn SO silent all of a sudden?

As if we are trapped in a moment that can never leave us,

Where is the loudness that consumes an ordinary day?

Traffic moving and people hastily crossing the streets…

The Babbling of languages in giving everyday directions…

The news that comes on CNN…

China has won 17 gold medals, 5 silver medals, and 5 bronze medals at the 2008 Summer Olympics!

4 Chambers of the Mind

Thump…Thump

The heart beats

Memories echo

Within the walls of the room

They seem,

To utter a single most theme

A silence, An insanity

The Smiling Box

She touched the small box in her pocket and smiled. It was what she wanted for a long time, as she always made a point of passing the "Nature and Outdoor recreation" store, thoughts of this fluttering in her playroom always consumed her mind. Spring time, a time for remembering one's own longing and a loved one's sacrifice, was the holiday in which she finally received the Box of Wonder. She untied the pastoral green and pink ribbon box, and seeing this Gift of God inside this square wooden box filled her with delight!

She, a young girl of ten, had to live life to the fullest. Her playroom at home was a small container that had stuffed animals, Barbie Dolls, and counting blocks from her past childhood years. She had a wide range of Barbie Dolls, from a doll who was a lifeguard to a Barbie who was a dentist. Dogs and cats were her favorite animals, so she had a wide array of tigers to beagles in her storage bin. Besides her playroom which didn't have a window to let in light, her whole house was dark, for they lived in a metropolis. Each day she was found to be indoors, for she had no other desire to explore the vast city she lived in. The neighboring kids were impossible to befriend, as they threw numerous amounts of eggs at her as she was walking on the sidewalk and even at her window when she was in the car with her parents. She therefore stayed inside all day and either studied her school materials, read for pleasure, or played with her toys. She was at least advanced for her age academically, even reading a novel on her own—an ability that no other child her age could do. The counting blocks, once used to aid her in everyday counting, was now hindering her ability to remain young forever.

Like the beautiful sight of a rainbow that comes after a rainfall, so to did a Ulysses Butterfly fly out from the wooden box and fly into the blue sky one spring morning. Morning was approaching quickly, and somehow this morning was different from other mornings. Light was permeating itself through every crack of the house, shining on the stuffed cats and dogs. It was light that suddenly made her little boxed playroom into a jungle, and everything in it so alive and exotic. As soon as the light filtered in, a Barbie well equipped to go exploring was found springing out from beneath the play bin, anxiously awaiting this budding adventure!

Joy, or the little girl who was sad, ran from surveying her room after breakfast, and into the day. She was, after all, chasing after her runaway gift!

Back to School

I go back to school today

Textbooks, papers, and pens are packed

In that big thing we call a backpack,

As it anxiously waits to break our backs

Or to go on a piggy back ride.

The hill is steep,

The bus rolls down,

We go to school

Bullies wait,

The health office opens

Jack sees Jill

Jill breaks up with Jack

The soap opera of life bangs its fist from inside a locker

Hopes set

The heart pounding

As Tommy becomes the class president

A mixture has exploded within the lab in chemistry class.

The principal makes his announcement on the intercom

Jill is pregnant

With Jack's baby, they end their relationship

As Jack then comes out of the closet, broadcasting that he is gay

The bus, dependant on gasoline, has stopped moving

For it has run out, the bus driver's pockets having been empty from the night before

As he spent that money on lottery tickets

The chemistry experiment,

As it was laid out in steps on the internet,

Was to build an atomic bomb—

By those same bullies, for their senior prank

The bomb squad comes

The light is at the end of the tunnel

Bliss

I went on vacation

To some remote island,

The sea gulls call

As the waves tumble on the shore

Filling its white sand of past memories

Toronto Travels

O Canada!

How I find you so pretty

From New York, I marveled at your “1000 Islands”,

As the beauty blinded me on top of a sky deck

I saw you border with the red apple

The customs, in the middle of all the nostalgia

Was waiting for all passports from incoming visitors

Into your realm

Time's Property

I need You, with you

You need me, with me

We are “vacation”.

The hour glass is gone

The vessel that holds

Time has floated from shore

Breathtaking landscape

Surrounds us with Love

As we journey here

Minutemen Mirth

The summer breeze finds me

As the sun also shines on my face

The rain concludes the joy!

Bright flowers are here

As the bee pollinates them

One by one, they bloom!

The ocean breeze rolls

Onto the land filled with sand

Filling its shells with salt.

Lasting Forever

The trees fill with leaves

In winter, the leaves lose leaves

An establishment!

Attracting Opposites

Celebrate!

I am humanity

I establish peace

While I make war

Hooray!

MOTHER

As she cradles her newborn

This life that has waited nine months to breathe the outside air

She reminiscences her girlhood years, remembering her girlhood filled with dreams and hopes

Enveloped into the time it took to deliver, Mother now seeks a happy life for this child-- struggling

With the maintenance of his foundation, his home, and his belongings—Mother as a mortal filled with happiness and sorrow—battles for child.

She strives for perfection, imitating the sacrifice her own mother had done for her. Relinquishing stamina and sleep, Mother will narrate her child’s history.

जय हिंद

Rolling along the bright shore of Bombay

The waters of the Arabian Sea calls me

There have I spent my time

Amidst the monsoon rains

Caught up in the heat of the day

I collect rocks and pebbles

During Bombay’s continued summer

Walking along the vicinity of a park

I see people exercising...

Practicing Karate, walking, and playing sports

I was playing a sport once as a child here

Running fast with a smile on my face, I

Savor those times.

As I dream of returning to Bombay, India

The Paradise of the world