Land of Dreams...

A city lined with intricate blue & red mosques,

what a feeling it was, walking on the cobbled sidewalks!

& then there was 56.6 metres of dome height,

complete with the golden hue of the diwali kinds light!

The local band impressing me with "awara hun"

and me trying to pose as pyar hua iqrar hua in the rainy noon!

The boards have weird dotted alphabets for names,

but locals give me all directions & click me for picture frames!

Great bargains at the bazaars,

oh, the smell of sweet baklavas,

There was Starbucks & hot tea in all flavours,

but, the 360 rose wine I want to savour!

Clear skies and snow laced ground..

The blue of water & its soothing sound..

a bus ride on the deep blue sea,

and on the deck there was tea!

A delight to see the trojan horse,

& then I advanced to cotton castles ofcourse..

Splendid were the Suji ka halwa in wafers,

& the free 'foreign' langars!

An ancient roman city with a glorious past..

& I was back to the start..

Sunshine replaced snowy days,

the Palace jewels left me in a daze!

On the plane and here now,

the trip was really wow!

Silence and Tears..

This is the acceptance entry for being awarded the Perfect poet (week40)!! Also, I would like to nominate rajlakshmi for her entry: Song of eternal wait !

This Poem was awarded the Poem of the Week Award here:  
Week 7, Gooseberry Garden!


As she lay her eyes on the sparkling diamond in his hand,

she could hardly believe, it was happening & she would need, for him, a band!

Little did she realise, it wasn't for her,

until he said-" What would she say? Tell me, as if you it were..."

The smile faded, the sparkle in her eyes died..

In the end, it was her who cried.

Forever alone, she felt herself to be..

incapable she'd become to feel the love that everyone else could see..

She said to the empty heart in her sleep,

"how do I 'move on' when in remembrance I weep.."

She'd lived all she wanted to,

there was no purpose, nothing more to do..

She moved to a new city; changed workplaces,

yet everything still carried his traces..

what he would have said, what he'd have done..

The same scent, the same voice in her head; With him everywhere, how far could she run?

She stopped one day, sat by the waves,

thinking of him and what she craves..

It wasn't love, it wasn't him, it wasn't memories, not the promises;

she just wanted his presence like water in the crevices..

that comes and goes, but never stays..

the shore never has any hopes to raise

like the wind that blows

the flake that snows

they come and go,

but, never in parting have any sorrow to show.

To freedom to call and to talk,

to hear little trivia on the long long walk,

to see him everyday & to share ghost stories for hours,

bicker over tea or coffee & whether he's really from Mars!

She's living in a vaccum, with no rescue,

There's only darkness, but maybe with a silver hue!

My entry for:
Poetry Picnic Week 7: Love and Loss
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