My imagination cuddled, with the sight of first spring. The smile of sunshine, a kiss of fragrant breeze. Beneath a blanket of orchids, I lay with you spring. I wish to whisper my love to you, but I worry, I would muddle with, the cuckoo's honey melody. I would instead, run my fingers , over …
[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 …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 12] “Words”
Words are your minions. sleeping in tranquility, inside the cozy cover of a book. Lying silently on its pages, like bed. But when you tickle them with your sight, wake them up with your attention, they pop up in zeal. Their master has arrived. They grab their tools, and build your world of fantasy, pave …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 11] “An Artist”
Intriguing it is, to look at a man lost in the depths of his thoughts; detached from the cacophony of physicality. finding his way through alleys of imagination; where getting lost is voluntary. freedom in the truest sense; laissez-faire of the mind. Wonder what he is thinking? the joy of a blooming tulip garden, or …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 10] “Time”
Sat down on the veranda and saw time pass by. I asked time to stop, Catch a breathe, relax. Time my friend, Why in such a hurry? Where are you heading? Who is waiting? What is your final destination ? You intrigue me with questions unanswered. Time, Sit down with me; Let's talk. Talk …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 9] “A Turtle”
When I sense peril, I crawl back into my shell, Hide myself. For this they say, I am just a turtle. Slow, weak and vulnerable. Can't walk across the horizon, Can't challenge the world;they say. But my darkness ends at dawn, cause for every seeker there's a win. I will walk towards mine, if not, …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 8] “Flowers of Plastic”
Flowers of plastic adorn my room, with colours red, yellow and blue. But, where is the aroma? the fragrance of life and bloom? Likewise humans too, have become flowers of plastic. Dry and cold; lifeless. Carrying a mask of falsehood, with colours of wealth, pride and power. But, where is the aroma? The fragrance …
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[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 7] ” A Mixtape of Hope”
SIDE A 1. Hey Jude! - Beatles 2. Let it be - Beatles 3. I will survive - Gloria Gaynor 4. Through fire and flames - Dragonforce 5. Don't fear the reaper - Blue Oyster Cult 6. Livin' on a prayer - Bonjovi 7. Comfortably Numb - Pink Flyod 8. Like a Rolling stone - Bob Dylan 9. Born to Run - Bruce …
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[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 6] “Temptations”
Murmurs echoed, in the realms of this universe. Words between human soul and the eternal divine, reflected from one ear to other; A cosmic dance of spirituality. The soul sought escape, from the trap of desires, to which the divine replied; How can you fight your distractions , when you have sundered away from …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 5] ” A Night on the Machan”
Prologue Love and duty are a dilemma. One is dream the other a reality. One is destination the other a path. Contrariwise. What would you, rather choose? 10:00 PM Ten hours till end of duty. I tossed restlessly on the hay to switch between thoughts. But she was constant; the sovereign over my dreams. …
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