What If

What if

What if I can be a little blue,
and merge into the sky?
What if I can be a little yellow,
like a monarch butterfly?
What if I can be a little purple,
and paint a pretty twilight?
What if I can be a little indigo,
and shade a sensual night?
What if I can be a blazing orange,
like the dancing flames of fire?
What if I can be a little scarlet,
burning in a romantic desire?
What if I can be a soothing emerald,
like the Pacific Ocean?
And bathe in the pretty colours
of sentiments and emotion.
Shall I become a rainbow?
Shall I hold horizon’s hand?
Shall I merge into nature
or slip through like the sand?

Shall I dream to dream again?
Let my thoughts drench in the rain?
Untamed and truly free…
anything I now want to be.

© Taruchaya

The Breeze

The Breeze

The evening breeze…
heavy with memories.
Of time that flew…
bonds that grew.
When things fall apart,
we make a new start.
And thus flows time…
in its own rhyme.
Pause but don’t halt.
Try finding less fault.
Life is too short,
to waste in a mere snort
Why not try your might,
To laugh…to live right.
Be like the breeze
caressing memories…!

© Taruchaya

Confined but not Caged

Confined but not caged

The sudden visit of sickness
has thrown Iife out of gear.
Right now engulfed in darkness,
I’m waiting for morning to appear.
Light found its way mysteriously
through the cracks and crevasse.
While I was searching suspiciously…
peeping through the glass.
The sounds outside are familiar –
it’s the usual beginning of the day.
As the sky will become clearer,
time shall tick tock along it’s way.
I’m still too weak, I do agree,
to rejoice my daily doses of bliss.
I’m confined but not caged, you see –
There’s nothing I want to miss!

© Taruchaya

Goodbyes are lies

Goodbyes are lies

Goodbyes are lies we tell ourselves,
to pacify the turmoil in the heart.
We never let go of our memories,
though they bitterly tear us apart.
A wave of hand doesn’t mean letting go,
when eyes hold onto the last image.
Tears that flow inwards floods the soul-
it’s a mess of love, hatred and rage.
If summer breeze sends shivers within,
if cold makes your hands warm.
You know yourself all too well,
you’ve faced the internal storm.
Why do you need to fool yourself around?
You can just be honest and true.
No one will nevertheless know,
what you’ve gone or going through.
The stairs of memories will stay,
standing steadfast in your mind.
You’ll either gather courage to go up,
or rather opt to stay behind.
And when the time comes for you,
to really say your last goodbye.
You’ll just keep looking back,
you’ll smile…though with a sigh.
That’s how it really goes,
through life’s dusk and dawn.
Memories stay- people go away…
Their words keep living on!

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 30
Prompt, write a goodbye poem.

The Cry of the Clouds

The Cry of the Clouds

May weather grumblings of grey cloud,
whining and sighing- complaining aloud.
Filled to the brim they want to escape,
as if they’re held onto by their nape.
And then without any warning sound,
they burst and scatter all around.
The earth gets drenched with their tears
yet lovingly embraces all their fears.
It’s okay to let go of the burden of heart –
It wasn’t yours to keep from the start.
Some things need to pass along the way,
for others to follow on or just to stay.
Cry… dear clouds…let your sorrows flow!
The wretched thoughts really need to go.
The evening will recover it’s past serenity.
because life isn’t an end – it’s an eternity!

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 29
Prompt, write an evening poem.

Spirit of Silence

Spirit of Silence
– Remix for Portrait of Words

My heart’s silent cadence –
darkness introduces to me,
the spirit of silence…
I often hear what I can’t see.
While the city buzzes below,
I stare around from the rooftop.
I feel time silently flow,
I smile a bit, I stroll and stop.
My curious feet are quiet –
my shadow is asking me why.
City lights blinking bright –
a few twinkling stars in the sky.
Smiling at returning birds,
the exhausted sky looks at ease.
I try to draw a portrait of words,
sitting in the warm Spring breeze!

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 28
Prompt, write a remix poem.

Time will come again

Time will come again

I tried capturing a butterfly
through my camera lens.
It simply fluttered by
leaving me in suspense.
I kept trying for a while
then I gave up the chase.
It wasn’t worthwhile
to run all over the place.
As I stood under a tree,
a little bird flew by.
Perhaps it glanced at me.
Perhaps it saw me sigh.
A smile came on my lips,
as the bird stopped to pose.
Happy were my fingertips,
as my muse was so close.
Why chase after happiness,
when it decides with whom to stay.
It is only our foolishness –
why not live to the fullest each day?
Beauty is in everything- all around us,
if you believe your own acumen.
Yet it’s okay if you make a fuss –
time flies by do that it can come again!

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 27
Prompt, write a Believe and/or Don’t Believe poem.

P.S – I’m down with Covid 19, hence this delay. Still I want to complete this challenge…better late than feel sorry later!

The Trapped World

The Trapped World

Tragedy is merely news until it befalls us.
We wake up so late that we miss the bus.
When amplified party music fills our ears,
peril tiptoes near… uncertainty appears.
We get trapped while acting blind.
The demon slowly crawls from behind.
There’s no way to escape this mayhem.
We have to suffer and endure them.
Hope we learn from mistakes past.
No trouble has ever been too big to last.
Clutching unto faith we must fight
and take the measures that are right.
Slowly the web of gloom shall disappear,
as long as we learn to overcome our fear.
All endings pave way to new beginning.
Together we are in it, together we’ll win.

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 26
Prompt, write a _______ world poem.

Thinking over thoughts

Thinking over thoughts

What do you think of
a cloud of thoughts
or a dense clouded thought?
A fleet of passing moments
or a fleeting moment?
A barrage of questions
or when a question barges in?
The silent screams
or the scream of silence?
The shattered dreams
or how the dreams shatter?

The ailment of body can be treated,
but not the fractures in one’s sanity.
The devil ain’t hiding somewhere deep-
we’re either ignorant or we refuse to see.

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 25
Prompt, write a thought poem.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you to judge my choices? 
Why do you give unsolicited advice? 
Let me fall- you can laugh out loud, 
then watch me work hard to rise. 
Just let me be...let me take the risk. 
If I fail, I shall own my mistakes. 
Then you'll see how I gradually learn 
from my pain, regrets and heartbreaks. 
Question mark is a hook with a full stop- 
the questions clasp unto the mind. 
Can't I find my own answers? 
Can't I try to unclasp and unwind? 
© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 24
Prompt, write a question poem.