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ms reluctance Apr 2014
It is quite strange how
I always run out of these
endless summer days.
NaPoWriMo Day #2
Poetry form : Haiku
ms reluctance Apr 2014
Trembling, wrecked, broken into two,
I stand here, alone, in the rain,
Waiting to be whole again.
I know I need to start anew.
So, at last, I let go of you.
NaPoWriMo Day 1
Poetry form : Quintella
http://madhumitas.wordpress.com/2014/04/01/petrichor/
ms reluctance Jan 2014
Infinite peals of laughter
tickle me out of my despair.
Temporal sweet abandon
of these moments so rare.

Pain that undulates
from the middle to the sides.
Such delicate delights,
the product of boundless minds.

The pristine joy of madness
battles watered down sadness.
Tiny stolen gasps of liquid air;
Life can be a strange affair.

My ennui fades like smoke rings,
crisp sounds of pages turning fill my room.
Trifle things, these gossamer feelings
sweep away vestiges of a drowsy afternoon

Stories spill from these eternal springs;
Free me when I am confined.
I open a book and fly away on paper wings,
leaving all my troubles behind.
ms reluctance Sep 2013
How much time do you intend to spend
holding on to your naive notions of everlasting happiness?
How much love will you turn away
before you are brave enough to risk it all again?

You took a chance once.
It worked for a while
and then it didn’t.
The hours of waiting alone,
listening for footsteps at the door,
footsteps that never came,
they still haunt you.

So you cling to those memories of pain
that you let define the rest of your life.
You wear a cloak of cynicism
over your shrivelled heart.
Protected.
Safe.
Dead.
ms reluctance Jun 2013

Today is the day
to take a break from your life.
Do something pointless.

Form of poetry: haiku
ms reluctance Jun 2013
When the walls come crumbling down
And there is nothing left to hide;
When  my head is overfull with thoughts of you
And there is no room left for pride;
At last – not too late, I hope – I will be able to admit
That when I said I didn’t love you, I lied.
ms reluctance Jun 2013
Once.
Twice.
Three times
and four….

Like clockwork,
every five minutes,
he opens the fridge door.

He knows it is empty
but he’s got the munchies;
he can’t help himself.

Maybe he’s hoping to find
a tasty treat left for him
by a fairy, a pixie or a kind elf.

This seems like a plausible excuse,
the only way to explain
why he keeps peeping into an empty fridge
over and over and over again.
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