yours (a zejel)

My written words are now sweeter.
My sword sharper, my soul softer.
Your love made me better, braver.

Aboard the Himalayan air,
you trekked slowly near my heart’s chair,
braving love’s daunting, unmapped lair.
I felt your presence crawl nearer.

With tongue with none but honesty,
you brought not roses, sugary,
instead rhododendrons, spicy.
I smelled your soul’s songs closer.

With your hands, beside the road fire,
I heard my heart’s plea of desire,
“in my soon home you’ll be the sire.”
I’m now yours alone, forever.

03.26.2018
©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Shubhodeep Roy

In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018.
Z is for Zejel.
Zéjel is a romantic Spanish form with Arabic influence related to the Qasida and adopted by the Spanish troubadours of 15th century.
Zéjel are:
  1. syllabic, most often written in 8 syllable lines.
  2. stanzaic, opening with a mono-rhymed triplet followed by any number of quatrains.
  3. rhymed, the rhyme of the opening mudanza establishes a linking rhyme with the end line of the succeeding quatrains. Rhyme scheme, aaa bbba ddda etc

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f r o z e n f i r e

Himalayan mountains whisper
their almost zero degree
breeze,

the choral of crickets
sings their nightly
lullaby,

the rare blue blood moon
leaks its silent yet
shining beams,

under layers of thick fabric,
behind the speechless,
wooden door,

we set the frozen world
on fire.

03.13.2018
©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

In response to dVerse Quadrille #52 Let’s Fire it Up
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W i n t e r G r e y

Dressed in winter grey, the fading evening slowly makes way for the still sleepy, Himalayan sun. Rising to kiss the sneaking peaks of Mt. Kanchenjunga and Mt. Kabru, the first morning rays gently open my eyelids to show the gem beside me.

He wears a thick jacket, buried under our comforting, shared blanket. His arms wrapped on mine. His heartbeat with his rhythmic breaths create my early love song. My heart, listens, sighs, smiles.

Two frozen peaks wait
outside the grey-painted room,
he wears summer’s warmth.

02.20.2018
©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

In response to dVerse The beauty and the misery of grey – Haibun Monday
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Flower and the Bee (Part 2)

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sharing the second part of my duet with the bestie, Shubhodeep Roy. 🙂 i am the flower and he is the bee. the part 1 is here.

my bee, that kiss was sweeter than honey,
brimming with love, i’d choose it ceaselessly.
but after you let go, I saw the look in your eyes,
gazing at another pretty blue bathing in sunrise.

the wind remains warm, but I am freezing inside,
as you fly towards your next flower bride.
i have no choice but to let you go freely,
because I, however beautiful, will never be your only.

angry on me is my favorite flower,
she doesn’t know, how hungry i’m at this hour.
for survival, i might fly to another blue,
but for love, i will always come back to only you.

the queen bee was angry, for i brought only a little honey,
allow me to go to the flower brides, oh they are so many.
your nectar, though only a little, gives me life,
however you misunderstand me, you’ll be my only wife.

05.26.2017
©2017 Shubhodeep Roy | A Reading Writer.
All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Shubhodeep Roy

Shubhodeep Roy is a new addition to WordPress. 😉 And he tried dVerse Poetics Recently too. 🙂 Check him out here. ❤


In response to dVerse’s Open Link Night # 197!
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Not Forgetful

Her eyes on the slow, old tram coming. Her hands inside the bag, checking the cold office keys, the leather notepad, the tattered coin purse, the thin phone, her essentials. Lucky day, no forgotten items today.

Her ride to the office is about to arrive when a familiar face crossed her peripheral view. He has aged, but his bright smiling eyes remained the same. The way he wraps his arms around his woman stayed the same.

Her finger, the throne of their once wedding ring, aches. Sometimes she wishes to be forgetful, but the essential memories are stubborn. They remain.

Word count: 100
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Yinglan

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 30, 2017. 🙂

Flower and the Bee (Part 1)

let me introduce you, my dear friends, to the amazing man i knew from Instagram. the epic photographer (go check his Instagram), a talented music producer and songwriter (go check his website), a budding amazing writer (yep. i am a fan and he is now on WordPress!), and my far away bestfriend, Shubhodeep Roy. 🙂 below is the lovely duet inspired by his photograph that we’re both delighted to share with you all. 😉

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she was beautiful, a bright blue,
wearing a shiny coat of morning dew.
her sweet nectar was too much to resist,
so I dived into her and kissed.

the wind blew hard, we held on to each other,
she could have swayed and kicked me rather.
her delicate petals didn’t want to be free of me,
because i, however ugly, was her favorite bee.

he was the bubbly painted in yellow
buzzing loudly yet his inside is mellow.
his wings’ flaps are my kind of music,
as he nears i felt like i’m sea sick.

bathe in the warm morning rays, we kissed.
i hope my longing for him was unnoticed.
with him, i wish to have a time-stopping power,
for in warm dry or cold shower, i am his, flower.

05.23.2017
©2017 @Shubhodeeproy | @A Reading Writer.
All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Shubhodeep Roy

how about a warm welcome for my dear friend? 🙂 Check him out here. ❤

NOW AVAILABLE for Pre-Order: Between My Bleeding Lines Kindle Edition

BLEEDING LINES

To celebrate the first month of my baby Between My Bleeding Lines, I am excited to announce that its Kindle Edition will be out on June 10 and is now available for pre-orders here

I understand shipping costs and the book’s cost can be too pricey so here is an ebook which is more pocket-friendly. 😉

Between My Bleeding Lines is a collection of 100 free verse poems about love, loss, and finding yourself in the process.

The art of loving, the pain of losing, and the beauty of healing are shown in the book’s three chapters: For Granted, Forgotten and Forbearer.

Thank you to those who bought their copies already! (ehem, Davy D. :D) If you won’t mind please share a photo with me and if it is not too much to ask please leave a review on Amazon and Goodreads.

Please spread the word! ❤

Thank you!

Forest Orchestra

the sweet tweets of the birds,
the crisp cracks of dried twigs,
the whispered whistles of the wind,
the sounds of the forest orchestra.
oh, surreal and soothing
flora and fauna.

yet they can’t calm me like
how your heartbeats’
thump,
thump,
thump
can.

05.23.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

In response to Sound Off! dVerse Quadrille #33 by Victoria C. Slotto.
I have a sound (adjective) reason for sharing this with you today and ask you now to use the word SOUND in a poem, following the very fun Quadrille form, a poem that soundly (adverb) embraces exactly 44 words, excluding the title. Check out the dictionary. I found a plethora of ways to sound-off. Maybe you will even want to play with assonance, consonance or one of the many ways that sound adds beauty, texture or feeling to a poem.
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BLEEDING LINES

My debut book Between My Bleeding Lines is now available on Amazon and Createspace! Please see the following links:

Thank you! ❤

 

 

Between My Bleeding Lines Now LIVE in Amazon!

BLEEDING LINES

My baby is here! Between My Bleeding Lines is now available in Amazon and Createspace! Please see the following links:

Between My Bleeding Lines is a collection of 100 free verse poems about love, loss, and finding yourself in the process.

The art of loving, the pain of losing, and the beauty of healing are shown in the book’s three chapters: For Granted, Forgotten and Forbearer.