Zoomed In

Day-30 A to Z Challenge 2019
Phew! The last one zeroed on target!

 

Zooming through a month of weaving words

Zeroed on poetry prompts with shaking hands

Zesty feelings evaporated on the pages

Zenith was the focus on hinges

Zigzaggingly wrote a few lines, sometimes

Zoned on a few lengthy writes

Zonked, zinked, zapped and zeroed on

Zany efforts, faltered midways many times

Zealously stood my ground

Zen moment fiercely achieved.

Participated in: A to Z Challenge 2019

Words Bond

Day-30 NaPoWriMo-2019
Prompt: A minimalist poem.

                                                                            image leu

Sayonara-

Never!

Poetry will connect forever.

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Yesteryears

Day-29 NaPoWriMo-2019/A to Z Challenge 2019
Prompt: A poem that depicts a powerful emotional state that transits into a meditative stage.

                                                           watercolor by Prasanna Velagala.

When trusted mountains 

Crumble before the eyes

The soul shuts down all doors

There is no inch of light in focus

Helplessness shakes the foundations

A huge tunnel of nothingness emerges

In the deserted lanes

How does one describe loss?

A crater in the pit of the stomach?

An emptiness stifled in the heart?

There must be different definitions

One can describe the words

Some synonyms more than antonyms

There must be some exponential power

Hidden somewhere, to erase that huge hole

That gaping wound still warm shrivel.

The emptiness, which lasted forever

Slowly becomes part of life

Is there any reason

To doubt the force of nature?            

The cycle goes on, time heals in phases

Days transit into years and years into decades

Seasons shed colors, blooms, and drizzles

The power of being alive covers the tracks

There are days when everything feels safe

Nothing can touch the happy moors

Well, a slight difference does occur

When destiny interferes

In the cacophony of existence

Acceptance has a price to pay

Loss raises its tentacles

When the body, curls up in darkness.

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Metamorphosis

Day-28 NaPoWriMo-2019

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Poetry,
Speaks to me
In my dairy
Beside my bed
The flashing thoughts
They come in reflexes
Sudden and abrupt
Sometimes in half sleep
Sometimes while innate
In the darkness
The words scribble
Voiceless but move
With a force beyond my control.

Poetry,
Shouts my inner voice
The heart is a machine
Stops and starts
Feels and hurts
Bleeds and repairs
Hot and cold emotions
Stinging and burning aches
The drudgery of restlessness
Pulls the body apart
And that is when words
Showcase their true colors

Poetry,
Flows in the blood
When spoken words
Fall silent
And the thoughts
Like volcanic lava
Erupts and bursts on
The blank spaces
In sentences, in footnotes
Short spaces, a few lines
The  parable of life
Enveloped in anguish
Happiness, 
Helplessness
Joy, dreams, desires,
Silently emboss into passionate verses.




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Xcelled

Day-27 A to Z Challenge-2019

xcited to cross the poetic seasons

xuberance minted in fellow verses

xecuted a few soul-searing moments

xhumed some old ghosts

xcellent push given by your prompts

xorcized a few demons and made new friends

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Sonnetography

Day-27 NaPoWriMo 2019
Prompt: Shakespeare's Sonnet's "Remix"

I have taken a few lines of Sonnet 130 and did my best to find some semblance to this madness :D 

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

The power of eyeliners was unheard

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

Silicon implants were not in demand.

Coral is far more red; then her lips red;

There were no brands like Chanel or Dior

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head;

That style needs no penny but a hefty dollar.

But no such roses. do I see in her cheeks;

Beetroot supplement couldn't bring that pink

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks;

Some minted mouthwash would have done the trick.

And yet by heaven. I think my love is rare

Oh, Sire! Centuries will come and go, no match for your love compare.



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Wanderlust

Day-26 A to Z Challenge 2019
Form: A haiku

wilderness beckons

silent sound wished in darkness

time stops in between

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Cliffhanger

Day-26 NaPoWriMo-2019

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To conquer the wandering desire,

A pulsating hunger, a dying myth,

In the heart of an ascetic wanderer.


An invisible, hideous Lucifer,                            

Storms the recess of sloth

To conquer the wandering desire.


Bit by bit passions feed  the fire,

To build forbidden dreams uncouth,

In the heart of an ascetic wanderer.


Silent wishes, come together to conspire

In the wilderness echoes, a dirge of  truth 

To conquer the wandering desire.


A ray of sunshine leaps, in the colliding fire

As hope reborn in the world of death

In the heart of an ascetic wanderer.


The mind  a quagmire,

Dreams and desires shadow, an unclaimed breath

To conquer the wandering desire

In the heart of an ascetic wanderer.






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Verdant Valley

Day-25 NaPoWriMo-2019/A to Z Challenge 2019

Aha! the soul soother awaited long,

Gushed in without warning, a drizzling birdsong,

Ecstatically waltzing, on a musical tune,

An arc of hope shoots in a new dawn.


Mesmerizing, an armour of breathing notes,

Swirled in stealthily, the petrichor,

Streaming, serpentine, silvery showers

Rushed, to embrace the parched earth

Kissing thirstily they serenaded, in

The archaic dance of pagan love

Glowed the horizon with myriad hues.

Celebrating the union of lovers.



Joy in starving belly lips-

How green is my valley?




Participating in: NaPoWriMo-2019 / A to Z Challenge 2019

Unprecedented Loss

Day-24 NaPoWriMo-2019/A to Z Challenge-2019
Prompt: Today's prompt is to write a poem that, like "Dictionary Illustrations", is inspired by a reference book. 

I open an old copy of National Geographic which focused on global warming. The question"How can we(em)power the Planet" left a number of words swimming in front of my eyes. And the below image literally killed me. But, we cannot escape from reality. The old dictionaries do not have these images nor vocabulary.

Who will thrive?

As the world warms

Which animals will suffer?

Which one will prosper?

Woodland caribou, a Greater Yellowlegs 

or a Bengal Tiger?

A fragile paradise

How can they not feel afraid

When the world keeps telling them

That low –lying island countries

Like theirs, will soon be under water?

How to live with it

Against the tide

How can we power the planet

Why I’m Bullish about Earth’s Future

Travel the world, expeditions

Wealth of resources

Offshore gold mines, Solar oasis

King coal, Big Politics, Big Oil

Windy Plains

Amazonia, The human impact

Crop Changes

Frozen halibut, sled dogs

Aquaculture Ponds

American dog ticks

Planet probes

Here the challenge

Explorer, warming waters

A polar bear’s skin dries on a rack

Sustainable future.

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Yin and Yang

Day-23 NaPoWriMo-2019

                                                                      Ginu and Laddu

The contrasting companions

Sturdy and compassionate 

Individuals of  impeccable character

There is the dominance of complexities

Once in a while, when the summer breaks,

A strong pull of the tides, 

Separates and brings together

The energy sustains

In their trustworthy eyes

A little patience and affection

Paws and furs a foot long

They are the happiness

The pharaohs of faithfulness.

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Thank You

Day 23- A to Z Challenge 2019
Form: An Acrostic

                                                                           image Sneha



To challenge self in the darkness and weave words

Hard to explain to an audience ready with their poisoned stings

Autumn touched many attempts and erased prints

Never give up, push to the brink, touch hearts, you challenged me

Keen sense of abandonment gripped the soul in  the midways


You stood with me firmly and brought back a Phoenix out of the ashes

Overcast skies became lustrously blue, and I feasted on the fresh springs

Umpteen doubts and a bleeding heart found solace in the bosom of words.










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Teleported

Day-22 NaPoWriMo-2019
Prompt: Ekphrastic Poem

                     " Little Italy Scene-NYC" watercolor on paper by  Prasanna Velagala



I remember her tiny hands

The painter, knee-high some summers ago

She drew lines, circles, and squares

Filled them with perfect colors in little splashes and dashes

And slowly, the portraits filled in different shades

The tapestry of her imagination leaps into

Masks, buildings, boughs, and houses

A sudden halt and she bounces back

One fine day, she emerges stronger

We stand shoulder to shoulder

With bolder themes, sunrises, and sunsets

Mature mind encapsulates the essence of the alien lands

I see those images she captures on paper

Sprinkled with a keen eye, a scene, fragrant as home

One of my favorites, the hungry crowd, some other aliens

Bright, colorful under a street light, reminiscing 

The beautiful gardens in their homeland

The Alps and the Pyrenees flowed in their blood

Images, kaleidoscopic from across the ocean

Visits them in their reverie, and a sigh escapes,

The diners wait to feed the strangers

An immigrant embraces another one from a different mother

My little painter captures their expressions, across the street

And fill the blanks with a rainbow of her own heart










(The painter is an old student, who literally grew up in my arms. I am so proud of her. Her observation of the minutest details brings forth a talent which is profound and exceptional. An engineer and painter, she is gifted. I wish her all the success in life)



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Silenced

Day-21 NaPoWriMo-2019/A to Z Challenge-2019

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Entangled, the blood spawned Frankenstein, 

a collage of mangled horror.

A wail of death hangs in silence

embossing the charred, dark, ghostly terror.

Sunday, a festive day, came eagerly after forty days, 

the new dress got dyed, from white to red.

The preacher, where is he? 

and the bearer of cross, nowhere to be seen.

Elongated images in half prayers 

were resurrected and buried in their sliminess 

Roared the Medusa in satanic verses, hideous behind a veil, 

and the blood got imprinted on the Easter eggs.

Did faith die today?

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Rest in Peace

Day-20 NaPoWriMo-2019/ A to Z Challenge-2019

Prompt: To write a poem that "talks"

Good Morning!

Why did you get up so early? 

"Exams" and she plops on the chair.

Opens her books and look at him

Still sleepy-eyed, trying to concentrate

He looks at her with a glint in his eyes.

She half asleep on her books. He chuckles

Hey sleepy head, wake up!

She slowly lifts her head.

"Can I make some black tea?"

"Would you like to have some"

Of course, that would be really nice!

They both drink the black tea 

He gets back to what he was reading

She buries herself in her notes.

Did you pack you tiffin box?

"Not necessary"

Good luck! All the best for your exams!

"Thanks"

Bye!

Those last words still echo.








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Quietude

Day 19-NaPoWriMo-2019/A to Z Challenge-2019
Form: abecedarian Poem

                                                 Cortalim, my village. Pic Credit-Wendell Rodricks

As the sun sets, I reminiscence.

Breathing in the sweet fragrance.

Catching the beautifully blessed view.

Dreams assuage the senses of my beautiful land

Effortlessly bringing the muse, to my door

Far away on a coast lies my sunny abode

Glimpses of green fields, blue skies, and high hills

Happily swaying in my mother’s arms

In my veins, they carry a tapestry of

Jubilant memories, singing in my lonely hours

Keeping the sadness at bay, I make little notes

Lost and found, met and departed many friends

My old diaries have their fond reminders

Notes of childhood fantasies, dreams, and ambitions

Opening old wounds and sometimes happy songs

Producing an aching chasm of lost time

Quietly I shed a few tears

Remembering the beauty of my belongings

Serenading in my solitude under the moonlight

There is no tomorrow as the seasons wriggle underneath

Upon my weakened body, scared with age I suffocate

Voicing my pain is a challenge to fate

Waiting for the day of eternity in the oozing evenings

Xanthippe infested the tiny cells with

Yellowish smudges and dying wishes

Zephyr, can you carry my longings to my loved ones?

Participating in: NaPoWriMo-2019/ A to Z Challenge 2019