Dualism of deception, fraud for eyes, but magic for the mind. Lost in the trick is sense of realization. What you see is what you believe, the rest is truth left unseen. About National Poetry Writing Month : #NaPoWriMo is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 25] “Utopia”
There is a strange euphoria in utopia; a perfect world we hope for, a dream that we own. But reality is flawed, we have to accept it like a mother accepts her son's mischief . unfair, unjust , unequal, rich and poor. There is wealth without health, friends but no family, good, bad and ugly. …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 24] “Hello Stranger”
Stranger- a friend , moment away from a hello. an unfamiliar face with a familiar interest. Perhaps both read the same author, dance to same music. But suspicion is a long distance to cover . You wish he would be the first, to come up and say hi ; but the rules of distrust act …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 22] “Champaran 1917”
The Champaran Satyagraha of 1917 was the first satyagraha movement launched by Mahatma Gandhi against the Britishers during the Indian Independence Movement. It was a farmer's uprising against the tinkathia system of indigo cultivation that took place in Champaran district of Bihar, India. Champaran was dyed in indigo. Three of every twenty land planted …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 21] “Clouds”
Every cloud, a story. A flock of white sheeps grazing on the blue sky. or a goddess's furry coat. or the white mist over a blue river. Every cloud, a child's fantasy A dreamer's blank canvas. About National Poetry Writing Month : #NaPoWriMo is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 19] “Pink”
About National Poetry Writing Month : #NaPoWriMo is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. This year in 2019 I will attempt to complete this challenge of 30 poems in the month of April. Please keep reading and supporting. Wish me …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 17] “A Land beyond the Blue hills”
There is a land beyond the blue hills, a scenic paradise , an abode of gods. where romance grow, like sweet red strawberry and blossoms of dreams oozing nectar of ecstasy. where runs a river of wine and elixir that seduces your senses with profuse muse. A carnival to fill the eternal creative thirst, land …
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[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 16] “An Odd Case”
I am an odd case, a boy without an age. for my life so trifling, my birth date unrecorded. Within myself, I swim in the fountains of youthfulness. I feel like a child, an accidental miracle. They say I am not, I am above fourteen, right fit to work. They speak legally, I speak emotionally. …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 15] “Bihu Dancers”
Bihu is the Assamese festival of spring celebrated in the month of April. Young men and women from Assam perform the folk Bihu dance to convey their love for each other. Translations: dhol - drum , jetuka - henna , gogona - traditional jaw harp A troupe of Bihu dancers, like a bouquet of red roses, …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 13] “Touch me not”
When she was young, she would pause her walk to relish the clumps of Mimosa. The leaves bashfully shrinking to her touch. Never stopped till she closed down every single one of its delicate shy leaves. Never pondered what it must have felt. But today, she feels like a Mimosa herself, touched, harassed, violated. He …