Flashes of Past

Day-4

NaPoWriMo-2025

A sketch, a gift, frozen in time

Filled with memories

Memories of the past

Entwined with colonial hues

Hangs on my bedroom wall.

I remember the shades. 

The shades of a life lived

A huge verandah,

Laden with colorful blooms.

Arches and balconies 

Filled with fragrant air.

Elders,

Gossiping about everything

There was a unity

A unity of secular trust

Neighbours were friends

And no fences to mend.

I miss that camaraderie.

That laid-back time zone

People loved, cared, and 

Dared to be different. 

Now, the birds flew away

The walls echo with emptiness

The  kin are busy amassing gains

The elders are left brooding

Worrying about numbered days.

It is not just a painting

It is a sketch of life

Woven in shades of belief

I cherish it,

For all the reminiscences of happy times.

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Pain and Poetry

 Day-3

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When the heart wept

The loss was too great

Nothing made sense

As the void enveloped.

A raw ache seeped

Through the bones

A teenager was lost

In the mourning wails.

Then,

The ache spoke

She opened a blank page

And poured and poured

Words along with tears

The pages glossed

With an aching heart

Painted in letters and words.

Poetry healed her wounds!

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Lost

 Day-2

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Bring, 

The fragrance,

The lost arch of desires

You have left behind

A colorful palette of memories.

Time weeps

Your absence

Leaving a trail of wet streaks.

Who are you?

Deluged and disturbed dementia!

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Abstractions

 Day-1

NaPoWriMo-2025

Prompt! Today, we challenge you to take inspiration from this glossary of musical terms or this glossary of art terminology and write a poem that uses a new-to-you word.

How can I forget

That March left and April

Showed up on the wall.

There must be something

Unknown crawling

In the recesses of the soul.

Amnesia-like feelings

Brust suddenly 

Making one feel lost among all.

As the anticlockwise movements

Surround every walking step

Thoughtful words are waiting for a call.

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Touched by Atlas

NaPoWriMo-2024

Day-30

Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to, a character from myth or legend, as in  Claire Scott’s poem “Scheherazade at the Doctor’s Office.”

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A dream is about to come true

As I soar high

Touching the skies

Flying towards westward.

Mesmerized

With  strength and resilience

In those years of timeless desires

To feel the essence of green shores.

Now, ages later, 

The eyes are sparkling

With deep eagerness

To  touch the shoulders

To bear the burden and  breathe 

Across the blue seas and oceans

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Mercurial

 NaPoWriMo-2024

Day-29

Prompt: A list of ten words by Taylor Swift...we’d like to challenge you to select one of these words and write a poem that uses the word as its title.

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Moodswings is a new skin. 

The 50s adds to the timeline as

Every ounce of the mind and body goes through a

Rigorous torture of murderous flushes. 

Thunderous rage screams in isolation. There is a deep

Urge to stay away from people and noises.

You feel like you are stuck between two tracks

Wavering, wandering at the changes. Unfocused!

Restlessness you wear like a cloak. 

Dry skin, creaking joints, sleepless nights

There is no meaning when the hair sprouts from

Where it is least wanted and 

Falls off where it is most wanted.

A huge question ponders... What is your gender?

It is not easy to express oneself to the better half

The prism sees one more tantrum to seek attention

Life hangs on a biological clock 

As the body oscillates between hormonal zones.

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Homeless

 NaPoWriMo-2024

Day-28

Prompt: To try your hand at writing a sijo. This is a traditional Korean verse form. A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables. 

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The temperatures have hit above 45degree Celsius;

Hot winds blow across the empty spaces.

A cool breeze caresses the body,

The air-conditioner is in full swing.

Peeping at the cooing outside the window,

A pair of thirsty pigeons meets the eye.

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Springtime in Madison

NaPoWriMo-2024

Day-27

Prompt: To write an American Sonnet.

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When spring touches,

On the grounds of her  campus,

She WhatsApp me, not words, but.

Photos of blooming, fragrant carpet of flowers.

The warm colors fill my soul with blissful pleasures

I close my eyes and feel their fragrance in faraway shores

I send a silent prayer and blessings

For her safety and good tidings.

The heart beats with pride,

For what she is out to achieve,

Many seasons ago, she set out on a journey

Circumnavigating oceans to fulfill her dreams: many.

She wears many hats and makes pathways among the giants

We share a bond that suffixes love and sometimes we are at loggerheads.

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Hot and Sweaty!

NaPoWriMo-2024

Day-26

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The summers were never so warmer

The stink in the wind gets under the skin

A hot burner melts on the sticky hair

The crazy sun churns and burns

As a salty pool of charred wool gathers.

The eyes water and become red like a witch

I wish I could just go to the beach

Take a dip, wash away the heat along with the waves

Feel the sliding water soothing my aggressive nerves.

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Truth Prevails

NaPoWriMo-2024

Day-25

Prompt: To write a poem based on " Proust_Questionnaire   "

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To be one with nature

Not to be there when someone is in danger

Conflicts are not my cup of tea

Betrayal cuts me into two

The apple didn't fall far away from the tree

Waking up, after the sun has moved across the horizon

Racing against menopausal blues

Relationships are faceless

When the piece of cake in the fridge winks at midnight

The mirror never  lies

Filibuster gives me piles

Honesty thy name 

Simplicity is the best attire

Literally, too many

My wagtails rule my heart

In the pigtail days

To play with colors

To have parents who cared

Facing every adversity with a smile

A rebirth of self

Where the heart is at peace

An old watch

Lying, witch

To teach, to share 

Honesty is a dare

Acceptance, I swear

The Bard leads, Hardy behind, and Marlowe follows.

Henchard, my friend, life is not easy guilt-ridden

The Fakir who inspired the world

Presently, searching for a needle in a haystack my lord!

Affection, a piece of my flesh

Procrastination, but, a blind follower

Couldn't say goodbye before he crossed over

Quietly in sleep, without any burden

Don't harm anybody, be sensible.

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Where The Mind Is Without Fear

 NaPoWriMo-2024

Day=24

Prompt: to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem. The idea is for the original to furnish the backdrop for your work without influencing you so much that you feel as if you are just rewriting the original! 

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Where the mind is without fear

Nothing can stop us from finding our star 

This world belongs to all of us

There is space for every being

However small or big 

Finding happiness 

In the smallest things

To find the heart

To feed a hungry beggar

Showing kindness towards others

Who are less fortunate

Being kind to the voiceless ones

Sharing a piece of our life with them

Finding Happiness

In the first ray of the sun

To feel alive and to exist

In the light of a moonbeam

To smell the fragrance of a jasmine

In the smile of a child

When pain touches us unseen

In the whisp of a cool breeze

In the fragrance of a petrichor

Under the shade of a huge tree

On a hot summer afternoon

So many wonderful magical moments

If we look around to make life more content

Where the mind is without fear

Nothing can stop us from finding our star.

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