november

vapors in my breath

winter crawls across the skin

ah! november bliss
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5-7-5

P.S: hi

Prompt: Home

september morning

mist on old window panes

winter comes home

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Written for: Haiku Horizons

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P.S: I haven't followed the common 5-7-5 structure.. just.. like.. that! ^.^

Words

Let's collect words. Let's collect words of mesmerism and passion. Of how a soft rush of wind plays with a tuft of hair coming out of the woolen cap. Of being tucked away from the world's madness for a while, closely in the arms of the mother. Of the moment cold feet gently kisses the warm grass beneath. Of holding tight a hot cup of tea with cold, slender fingers. Of taking in the intoxicating smell of books, stories and snippets, old and new. Of enjoying breath vapors on a chilly winter day. Of basking in the sunshine and watching your pet keep its head on your lap. Of the first few driblets of water that touch the parched palate. Of the insignificant laughter and echoes that follow you in the depth of the night. Of being a daisy while everyone else is just a rose! Of leaving blissful imprints in others' lives. Of those few moments of peace when you saunter slowly down the street, sublimely soaked in the rain. Of talking about epiphanies of our lives with people who belong to us, only us. Of the overwhelming aftermath of making sweet love and sinking in his chest to hear the deep pulsating sound. Of feeling beautiful even though you see a scarred face, smiling back innocently in the mirror.

Of unbeknownst miseries that may lie ahead and also, of the cloudless yet surreal present that has been unwrapped for you to give life another chance.

So shall we, love?

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Sneaking Around the Corner, Winter?

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Light

shivers

of winter

crawling up in

a slender motion,

as I snuggle deeper

along tired creases of

ivory sheet. A new day breaks,

brimming with morning blues, hazy dreams.

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ACs have stopped being a necessity, fans are just perfect..no goosebumps nothing, morning showers now give nth chills and shivers, having water straight out of the fridge has stopped being the easiest thing and yes, the mood of festivities and celebrations is spreading happiness everywhere.

Wow..I smell winters, finally! :)

About the poem:

This is a reverse nonet.

A regular Nonet is a nine line poem which has nine syllables in the first line, eight in the second, seven in the third...and ends with one syllable in the ninth line.

My first nonet was published here.

P.S: Did you notice a new page on Mirage? No? Scroll up a little..that's it...there: Published Work

Yuhooooooooooo! xD

I Am The Melange. And I Shall Forever Be.

The embers of dying fire have allured me, always. The sparkling and the glinting look of those little pieces of coal that displays an affective rage are an absolute charm to look at. They are not surreptitious. To be clearer, they are not covert. They fly around resembling a kind of reminder of the radiance they once caressed, the radiance that has now sadly, caved in. I like it. And this song on my current playlist, Blue velvet by Bobby Vinton, it is pretty good. The name Bobby sounds gay. But the song has some pleasant essence. Or it is ineffable, may be. Period.

Anyway, I don't really want to blabber about the unimportant stuff. What is important is the realization of a few little things. It is 2012, you see. There has to be a beginning of new chapters. I do not know whether it is the weather outside (it is raining and the earth is all scented) that has made me drown in weird thoughts or the music which is on my playlist. But I am at peace.

And the peace has abounded me. So I won’t tell you that there are rocks along the way. And that the thorny path might compel you to retreat. I will tell you that water flows majestically through that stoned path. It seeps through those rocks and gives a smirk as it walks past them.

I won’t tell you that the scorching heat might burn your feet. Rather I will turn your head towards the shades that are ready to hold you close to the bosom.

I am not the one who will make you forget the reality just for the heck of it and let you fly high. Instead I will mirror the truth and keep you too firm to fall.

And yes, I won’t let you develop a taste of this mad world’s sour side. I will be the requisite impediment. I will be the mirage.

Because a mirage doesn’t always lead you into nowhere. It makes your journey easy by implanting a seed of hope within and making you trail the toughest of the tough. Even if the seed is ruptured, you can look back and realize that the distance has already been covered. And THAT shall be the fruit. And that is how I shall be.

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Is It Bad To Gamble?

For once,

Converse with that dicey turn of your life.

You scared? Don't be. It won’t eat you up darling.

For once,

Open the windows which you turned your back to.

Feel how the winter air feels.

The one that makes a chill run down your spine. Enjoy it!

For once,

Don’t save the blessings,

Untie them. And multiply.

For once,

Face the real you.

You are ugly yet beautiful.

For once,

Just gamble.

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