I scatter myself..

I scatter myself to gather again,
Trying to seek the pieces lost in the way.
In quest for a new abode, a new plain,
I scatter myself to gather again.

To resurrect the moments discord has slain,
In order to let the harmony, finally, stay.
I scatter myself to gather again,
Trying to seek the pieces lost in the way.



P.S. :- This is an attempt at Triolete form of poetry where in the rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB. 

Written for United Poet's Vice Versa#10 challenge.

Search for Peace

Miles and miles I ran, 
fought the joy, braved the grief,
in search of that elusive peace.

Hundreds temple I hunted,
Heaps of knowledge received,
Still I am far away from that elusive peace.

So hard I tried, 
but there was no reprieve.
I was still beguiled by the elusive peace.

Defeated, I sat under a tree,
Closed my eyes and felt the breeze.
Finally there he was, that elusive peace.

Standing and waiting patiently,
hoping my inner turmoil will cease,
and I will embrace him inside me, that ever living peace.

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Treachery of age

There I was, playing with dolls,carefree
Sneakily the age crept, mercilessly
Stealing away my wish for toys and castles,
Giving me the dreams of love to dazzle.

There I was, dreaming of my prince charming, happily
Sneakily the age crept, treacherously
Embezzling away my faith in romance,
Burdening me with worries of finance.

There I was, hoarding my money, securily
Sneakily the age crept, hopelessly
Wasting away my every work for cash,
Leaving me behind with every known ache.

So there I was, mistreated by age, cruelly.
Deceived by the time, brutally.
Plundered of my dreams and hopes to adorn,
Left with the forgotten paradise and rattling bones.

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In the name of peace

I hear the rapport of the gun somewhere and wince,
In the name of peace how many lives will sink?


There a gun goes, there a bomb,
People are killed with a huge aplomb.
I hear the voice of traversing chopper and wonder
In the name of peace, how many lives will go asunder.


Children cry, adults pray, but all a waste
After all there can be no innocent in this terrorist state.
I see the vultures scouting the sky,
In the name of peace how many more houses will they destroy.


But I know my pleas of mercy will not go far,
There are casualties in every war.
But still every minute, I try to entreat
to establish peace in the name of peace. 

Who am I to you?

Who am I to you?

A friend or just a acquaintance.

A hope or just a moment of decadence?

What am I to you?

A beacon or the fire to extinguish?

A necessity or an illusion to relinquish?

Hours with you,

I am yet to deduce,

Am I a muse or a habit to amuse?