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ms reluctance Jun 2013

Down by the river,
A sapling under the rock.
Spring is here at last.

Form of poetry: Haiku
ms reluctance Jun 2013
Today will be different,
the proverbial U-turn.
Today the people you love
will love you back.
Today you will know serendipity.
All ladders, no snakes;
No dips, only crests.
The dreams you nursed
will finally come true.
Today your smile will be real,
not just a façade.

Yes, today will be different.
And if it isn’t,
Tomorrow will be.
Definitely…
Maybe.
ms reluctance Apr 2013
Love

Ecstatic, Passionate

Dreaming, Hoping, Burning

Desire,   Fire,   Ice,   Devastation

Plotting, Raging, Consuming

Vicious, Despicable

Hate
Form of Poetry: Diamante
ms reluctance Apr 2013
Dawn: I slipped away, started walking…
I walked alone for a thousand days -
I wandered through crowded cities,
Trudged through untrodden ways.

Now every road looks the same to me,
The allure of the unknown has faded.
Every day I lose myself a little more,
Always a cynic, I feel even more jaded.

It’s been so long I don’t even remember
What I was looking for when I set out
Leaving everything, everyone behind
With no scruples, no shadow of doubt.

Now I crave for things long forgotten;
I long for the times when secretly I knew
That no matter how far I drifted,
I would always find my way back to you.

Only you’ve gone someplace I can’t follow;
Not yet. Someday soon  although.
For now, I’m ready to come home and face
Your memories from a million moons ago.
ms reluctance Mar 2013
There was once a little boy, who liked a little girl

and one fine day, by the beach, he found a little pearl.

Thinking of his sweetheart, he picked it up & took it home

and he polished it all day, throughout the night until it shone.



The very next day he put it in a velvet box;

went out whistling, thinking of her golden locks.

He kept thinking of how her eyes would gleam;

how the pretty pearl would make her beam.



He found her swinging on a mighty big swing,

How his heart fluttered when he heard her sing.

The wind catching her hair and tossing it all about;

he thought she was an angel without a doubt.



He clutched the velvet box and took a step forward

then stopped because suddenly he felt like a coward.

What if she spurned his advances & didn’t accept his gift?

Or worse, she thought him funny and had a laughing fit?



His mind in turmoil, his little heart pounding away,

He thought about fleeing 'coz he didn’t know what to say.

Glued to the spot, his prospects sure seemed grim

when suddenly, she turned and looked straight at him.



With no apparent escape he smiled at her tentatively

and like a miracle, she grinned back, the sight so lovely.

Encouraged, he walked up to her and held up his gift;

She reached for it shyly and his spirits started to lift.



As she slowly opened it with a smile upon her lips,

he watched her, fascinated, his heart doing the flips.

When she beheld the shiny pearl, her eyes opened wide;

her obvious pleasure in turn, had him feel overjoyed.



She looked up, her brown eyes warm and sparkling,

cocked her pretty head to the side and kept on looking.

Then after what seemed like ages she finally said,

“It’s really beautiful. Thanks, you are very sweet, Ted.”



Amazed that she knew his name, he said happily,

“It is not more beautiful than you dear Emily!”

She smiled, then laughed good-naturedly at this,

then came closer and gave him a sweet kiss.



His happy heart about to burst, he held her hand;

his love conquest a success, he felt so grand.

He had found his playmate, his first love ever,

his friend, his sweetheart, his life’s pearl forever.
ms reluctance Feb 2013
I ripped out my heart
and blew it out in a kiss
to him one rainy day.

He kept it for a while
then tossed it away
into the stormy sea.

If only I knew how to swim
I would have gone looking
into the ocean for it.

So to keep me from dying,
they had to stitch me up
with a heart of stone instead.

And that is why
now they call me
the girl with a heavy heart.
ms reluctance Feb 2013
Down by the river,
A sapling under the rock.
Spring is here at last
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