How far will we go?


Sometimes I do not know,
My ink says to me
Are you talking to others or
Trying to get the message across to me.
Am I a translator of your thoughts into words
Or an mediator of your soul
Are the life bearings a lesson in my name
Or just a nameless ode
Is it being with you a reason to share
Or a mere corner to pour out your pain
Never mind, the ink tells me,
You have many things untold
As long as I am linked to you
The spirit of writings will continue to flow.

Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life

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Finding Me

In school, we were told to find an interest or hobby
and pursue it, live it, love it.
talents are inborn they say, but some inkling or passion
can shine or mould your desires.
I wondered what it could be; singing, dancing, music
all that I liked and enjoyed immensely.
Like the  skits, elocution, singing, dance competitions at school
gave a platform for many of my friends to know their hidden talents.
I admired the smiles on their faces, their happiness
that made them rejoice and content to love what they did.
But, the feeling of that true yearning wasn’t there in me,
that I could call it my deep interest.
So, that thought bothered me at first and then I let it go
and forgot about it.
I spent my leisures  in reading novels, music , preparing small handicrafts
and fun with friends.
We have all  read  and heard this many times that each one is bestowed with a special gift,
a gift -could be anything that is within us which we need to find and realize.
In college, that small nudge followed me sometimes,
to tap that unknown sphere probably known  to  my inner self.
Only that I didnt know where it was or whether I would ever find it!
Once, during a lecture  we had to write jingles,a prompt one I wrote,
but that kept playing on my mind that I scribbled some more when I reached home.
It was a blessing for my Maám loved it and asked me to  write new ones 
where I shared that I usually wrote small rhymes for birthdays cards for friends or loved ones,
a simple tribute to them since younger days.
But, she was  impressed and coaxed me to shape that interest and  start a blog.
So, I started one, this beautiful space that is most special
bringing in memories of the times I had this writing habit, but never pursued it before.
Today, when I wear that humble feather of being a Poet,
I am grateful to my Maám and content to finally find me:)
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Finale

A strange feeling
to end my woes
The unruly pain
from my head to toes
With a blot
A finale from my ink!

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NAPOWRIMO – Napowrimo Nights

Tis was the season of napowrimo nights
That kept me awake divulging on the bed of my thoughts
Prompts that surprised my tiny mind to leave its space
And escape to a creative shore.
Tis was the season of napowrimo nights,
when my ink strangely wished to whisper its thoughts only at that time
The mornings were spent absorbing the night effect
And the afternoons in soul searching the new.
Tis was the season of napowrimo nights
When the pen became the voice of my heart
It sang and recited new verses aloud
To its lovely audience, the stars and the moon.
Tis was the season of Napowrimo nights
That nudged the poet in me to tickle the sleepy ideas awake
Tranquility laid its perfect setting to breakfree
Bringing in bliss of showtime for this poet to pen each page.

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NAPOWRIMO – Mine

Random thoughts became a reason
Real happenings found their mention
Imagination lead its way ahead
Dreams turned alive from its bed
Nature got acknowledged for its worth
Tributes were dedicated to angels above in heaven and on earth
Feelings were untold, but conveyed through words
Simple messages were emphasized and referred
Nothing meant powerful more than the melting of the heart
The journey of life was encapsulated in short verses or parts
“My love” carved a niche in for times to come
melancholic moments were addressed and so were the happy experiences of fun
All these memories I hold onto in this poetic shrine
Says the ink- these are yours and so are mine!!!

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