A Cluttered Life

 Day-19 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Prompt: A rant

                                                                         artbysunita 

In my cozy dwelling

Life moves in circles

Two senior citizens

And two four legged beasts

Each one rotates in different directions

Making life a comedy of errors

Dealing with the woof-woof is easy

Feed them some threats, for lifelong,

They become your slaves

But, how to deal with the better half?

He gets my goatee and my blood pressure

Somersault on a roller coaster.

First thing first, the morning saga

He takes a shower and the bed 

Displays the masterpiece! A wet towel!

Then comes the breakfast table

A charger, a cell phone, a laptop

And every wire one can set eye on

Strewn across the space,

Sheltered in-between the breakfast plates.

There is no end to my woes

Here comes the supreme lethargic accomplishments 

The dreaded afternoons

Post lunch scenario-

The blinking television on full volume

And the display of various remotes

On the teapoy, hand in gloves

With toothpicks and nail cutters,

And a number of pens, papers and ashtrays!

All the cushions on the sofa

Moans as if hit by a hurricane

Angled in different postures

There is no mercy for those lifeless beauties

Imagine somebody dropping in at that moment

And finding a messy sitting room in corona times!

To save the occasion, I go around 

With cleaners, disinfectants and sprayers

Keeping the gems away and to breathe in fresh air

I preen with a satisfactory smile

The room smells nice and looks spotless and shine.

But, all my efforts come to a full circle

As soon as the dinner is served

I am on guard to maintain the truce

Alas! the sloth in the house thinks otherwise! 

He plops infront of the television

And goes on a repeat mode.

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-6/

The Winning Line

 Day-18 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Prompt: To write a poem on one of the chapters from Susan Woodridge's "Poemcrazy: Freeing your life with words".

I am going off prompt today. My take is on the movie " THE GREAT INDIAN KITCHEN" which I watched last night on Amazon Prime. A hard hitting slap on patriarchy. It reminded me of my newly wedded days as a docile daughter-in-law.

                                                                           artbysunita

Her fragile shoulders

carried the burden of starry dreams,

woven with silken threads, to bond, to build a nest,

she entered the hearth 

with  blind faith in her eyes.

 

She stood there

Reeling, in a new world,

 where the walls whispered, and the roof echoed as

a thunderous roar and a quizzical look

shattering  her fragile soul.

Seasons after seasons

the chill set in and she got transformed

from a happy maiden, to a wingless bird,

listening, obeying, following, believing

in the ordains and rituals.

Her caged existence

fluttered many times

to breathe, to feel, the fragrance of freedom.

Whenever she moved forward

they barricaded the walls. 

She became invisible

in the shadows of unsung dreams.

Her womb and her silent heart

bowed down  to the dormant, 

vicious cycle of demands .

As the decades moved ahead

her heart rebelled.

 The soothing voice of reasoning, opened the gates

 to hope, to new dreams and to break  

 the bonds of societal norms.

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eighteen-7/

Moonshine

Day-17 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Prompt: A poem about the moon

My take : A Nonet

                                                                           artbysunita

A silent lover or my soulmate,

How do I describe you my friend?

Time has wept in your presence

Many times silently.

My sepia  pain

Did find solace

In your beams

Healing

Me.

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-7/

A Lost Cause

Day-16 NAPOWRIMO-2021

                                                                           artbysunita
 

Tiny bits 

           In slits

                 Jointly split

Making faces

             Mixed races

                 Without traces

They spun

         And churn

             A home run

A cozy nest

            Coiled in knots 

                Shelters in the breast

                    

Dreamer that I am

           A short rhyme

                In hope I hum

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-8/

Lingering Images

 Day-15 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Prompt: Habits inherited from parents

                                                                         image:sunita

She remembers, 

stooping in the shadows of the lamp

a stoic image, breathing slowly

in the waft of printed lines

The glowing eyes

hidden behind perched glasses

reflected hunger as he shuffled 

through pages after pages.

A little girl in two plaits

who adored this role model

observed  and absorbed keenly

his bonding with his best friends.

When he left abruptly, 

an emptiness engulfed her

she was broken, and found solace 

in the embrace of his best friends.

His existence breathed

between the pages

and her aching childhood anchored,

 in the fragrance of the parchment.

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-7/

Sunita

 Day-14 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Prompt: Meaning of your name

Form: Acrostic

                                                                       image:sunita

She finds it difficult to live up to that Sanskrit name

Under the pretext of being meaningfully civilized, her nature speaks otherwise

Never could she control  the stubborn streaks or her rebellious vibes

Ingrained in age old traditions, she breathes fire being impatient and too righteous 

Totally! She eclipses the "polite" "civilized" "well-behaved" tags!

Arrogantly, aloofly, happily, she  brushes away the number of sanskari avatars!

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-8/

 

My Friend

 Day-13 NAPOWRIMO-2021

                                                                         artbysunita

I am a dreamer

Dreamer of  memories

Memories of sweet times

Times spent in the caring arms

Arms of  the benevolent nature 

Nature my teacher, my best friend

Friend who always embraces 

Embraces my sadness and happiness

 

Happiness is all that matters as I still breathe.

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-7/

Reflection

 Day-12 NAPOWRIMO

                                                                       Divar island.

dream in multi shades

the heart of the blue lagoon

ferries towards life

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twelve-9/

C for Colors or …

 Day-11 NAPOWRIMO-21

Prompt: Two-part poem in the form of of an exchange of letters.(Epistolary) 

My take: A prose form.

                                                                           artbysunita

Dear Col,

I am writing to let you know how grateful I am for your presence in my life. I have no words to describe what I am feeling at this moment. You have added so many shades in my life. I remember , when you suddenly landed at my doorstep one fine morning last July. What a surprise it was! We bonded from day one. If you were not there I might have landed in an asylum. Everyday for the past one year the heart bled in the caged existence. You caught my hand and made me understand that struggles, and especially nature induced, are not long lasting. I am healing day by day in the company of beautiful hues.. I know "C" .the villain , is still lurking around. It is hell bent on destroying my mental health. But, I am determined to stay sane and face it with all my might. With your support I am going to pull this through.

Yours lovingly,

Suni 

Dear Suni,

First of all a huge happy splash. I am so glad to know that you are healing. I am just doing what I am supposed to do. To be there for you. To make you smile and breathe colors on the blank pages. You are a strong person who has moved many mountains. Don't let this hiccup make you lose confidence in your abilities. This bad phase too shall pass. You can always depend on me. I am here to comfort you in your dark hours. Let there be more sunshine in your life. I remember every shade you have painted on the blank canvas. Flowers, birds, houses, seashores, sunsets and everything which makes you happy. Don't let "C" destroy your peace of mind. Stay strong and let hope make a home in your heart. Don't worry, I will hold your hand forever.

Yours truly,

Col

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-9/

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A sense of ennui

 Day-10 NAPOWRIMO-2021

                                                                        artbysunita

Nothing more to say

Nothing more to write

A void gape at me 

Deep inside

Words elude

Thoughts glaze

There are too many shadows

In front of the eyes

I immerse in colors

To find myself

To stay sane

In a world

Diseased with chaos

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-9/

Life is not a bed of roses

 Day-9 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Prompt: A to-do list.

image:sneha

Not an easy life to be a flower

So many things to do

And so many people to impress

From morning till evening the list is too long.

First thing first.....waiting for the sun

Then letting the whorl feel the rays

Phew! Struggling to open the whorl of hues

Not yet done...have to work on the fragrance

Hmm...that will make a nice perfume.

Now, let me check the itinerary for the day

Yes, I have to get ready to adorn the gods and goddesses

It is the spring season 

The temples are brimming with worshippers

The gods will be happy enveloped in my delicate petals.

The florist is a task master..

He wants me to do so many things

Today, he wants me to help a young man

To propose to a young lady

I have to look my best

No soggy or saggy appearance.

I cannot even take a break

A beautiful lady wants to adorn me in her long tresses

To welcome her husband with the fragrant of love

Oh I forgot! A politician is about to land in the town

His sycophants' will be ready to grab me

And shower his corrupt face

And garland his bulged neck.

I have to bear that sweaty boar...Oh No!

What not I face in this journey of mine

So many things to do and so many people to impress

To end in a dustbin or get crushed under the feet....

Life is not a bed of roses even for a rose...

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-7/