23 August 2023... India makes history on the moon!
May-7 Summer Vibes
Haiku-7
May-6 Summer Vibes
Haiku-6
May -5 Summer Vibes
Haiku-5
May-4 Summer Vibes 2023
Haiku-4
May-2 Summer Vibes
Haiku-2
silently whispers
the shy dew on the petals
love is in the air.
May-1 Summer vibes
Haiku -1
Day-30 NaPoWriMo-2023
Prompt: Write a Palinode.
Somebody pointed out,
"I never knew you could bake"
How true the statement was!
Never liked the stuffy kitchen
Always a wanderer, a born free spirit loved
The outdoors, where the heart laughed and smiled
The feet felt trapped within the four walls
The joy was exploring the rivers, bird's nest
And getting carried away by the woody scent of nature
Tides change, as they say, " Time and tide wait for none"
Got caught in the grip of destiny
Tightened claws of monotony
Decades of forced mundane choices
Ended into something which was not expected
Experiences do count as time changes phases
The voices around changed their tune
"You really bake well"
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Day-29 NaPoWriMo-2023
Prompt: Write a two-part poem that focuses on a food or a type of meal. At some point in the poem describe the food or meal as if it were a specific kind of person. Give the food or meal at least one line of spoken dialogue.
Day-28 NaPoWriMo-2023
Confessions, 4;
Let us talk more now of women,19;
Waiting at the gynecologist's office, 20;
Where stories gather, 23;
The Great Indian rope trick,25;
The privilege , 77;
Submission, 10,
Survival, 34;
Mourning, 42;
All wounds, 44;
Ill-fated, 49;
A personal manual to make a heart stop hurting. 51;
Nobody knows, 79;
How do poets write, 83;
Write about what hurts. 87;
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Day-27 NaPoWriMo-2023
pic credit: sneha
When spring touches her shores,
She sends pictures of flowers,
Blooming in the yard.
Beautiful shades of joy,
A profusion of red, blue, pink, yellow
Lavender, white, and orange blossoms,
Blushing in the garden.
I feel the fragrance of those beauties,
From across the oceans.
My piece of flesh and blood,
Understands the rhythm of my heart.
The flowers are as wild as she and I.
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Day-26 NaPoWriMo-2023
Prompt:
Looking at the palms
Counting the zigzagged crisscrossed lines
Wondering at fate, whatever it means,
To know, what to expect and not to feel anxious.
Each day moves at a slow pace
A hazy morning, the sweetened chirping of the birds,
The flowers which were in buds last evening
Blooming fragrantly in the morning. Touching them lovingly
Feeling joy passing through the veins.
Two diehard fans peep at the door
Wagging, to open the gates to smell the flowers
Rather chase the crows and birds.
The voiceless are true companions.
Many plants around to keep the spirit alive
Reminding every day, nothing is lost. The sun will rise
The moon will glow. There will be many storms too.
Sometimes, there is a void, unpaintable emptiness
Maybe it is the age or endured nothingness
Looking in the mirror, a total stranger
A person whose confidence
Has taken a fall, the body is not functioning
The colorful pills on the tabletop
Tell another story of a broken soul.
Touching the bookcase, in search of solace
It shows, another facet of existence
A life that existed in pursuit of knowledge
So many muses on the shelf consoling,
They have lived her life. Burned many bridges
And never gave up- however hard life had been
Their footprints are beacons. Nothing is permanent,
A lesson learned to face the forthcoming storms.
With renewed energy, letting the heart unburden the straying thoughts
She reads, writes, and paints, making peace with the fading lines.
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Day-25 NaPoWriMo-2023
Prompt: write a love poem. one that names at least one flower, contains one parenthetical statement, and in which some lines break in unusual places.
contemplating in solitude,
(how it would have turned out)
the chemistry of emotions
we felt a long ago.
there were days
( in different time zones)
itching- to sync at a pace
the rush was mostly to feel,
letting the emotions do the talk.
very short periods- of joy
between the scent of roses
a yearning left mid
-way
while the clock tick-
ed away.
we counted,
hours-
days-
weeks and months.
trying for a miracle
in the youthful passion
time played hide and seek
like a mirage in a desert.
out-
of the blue,
withered like autumn
a rushed heartbeat slowed down,
losing you,
to the tubes of lifelines.
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Day-24 NaPoWriMo 2023
Behind a curtain
Of fluffy clouds
Red, yellow, and orange
Sequined, her dazzling attire,
A bride waits eagerly for her sire.
The tall palms
Shadowed by her lover
Wait on her with bated breathe
A band of a chirpy orchestra
Scouts the skies.
The wedding party
Waits for the moment
To see the union
Even the moon waits
In the wings.
The wait is over!
With a prism of a smile,
Silently, her beloved,
Dives in the horizon
With kaleidoscopic kisses.
Shyly, the blushing evening embraces.
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Day-23 NaPoWriMo-2023
Prompt: Write a poem that has multiple numbered sections. Set the poem in a specific place that you used to spend a lot of time in, but don't spend anymore.
1
He stopped at the gate
Greeted and smiled
Chatting one for dozen
Reminiscing the old days.
2
The huge mango tree
On the outskirts of the village
Where the kids gathered
Waiting for the winds of May.
3
The big cashew tree
Behind her house
Flowered with colorful fruits
The fragrance went astray.
4.
The friendly neighbour
Shouted, " Are you at home"?
As the sun waved goodbye
Dropped in with a bunch of jasmine flowers.
5
The kind septuagenarian
Sold clams to stay alive
Her offsprings are in EU
She died watching at the gate.
6
The tulsi plant blushed
Flowered and incensed fervently
As the names of gods chanted
By a freshly bathed devotee.
7
The child in her
Let the nostalgia
Envelope her heart
And enjoy the bygone past.
8
The open-play area
Has become smaller
The balls do not go beyond the walls
The neighbor's fence is too tall.
9
He and She
Sighed melancholy
Recalling all that is
Buried in the concrete jungle.
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Day 22- NaPoWriMo-2023
Every day the sun rises and sets
Around it breathes our existence
Refusing to accept, that death is inevitable
There is no tomorrow, we have failed this abode
Having misused its abundant resources.
Dare to dream for a better future, it is never late
Ask yourself, how much have I taken and given to this beautiful planet
Yes, we can change the course of action, let us be more responsible.
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Day-21 NaPoWriMo-2023
Day-20 NaPoWriMo-2023
Day-19 NaPoWriMo-2023
Prompt: Spooky poem.
An archaic image
Covered with moss
Stares starkly
At the village crossroads
Sharp-edged corners
Chipped by time
Green slimy water
In its bowels
Tells a history
Of ancient lore.
Once upon a time
The water was edible
But now,
Creatures, crawlies
Have made it their home,
Spider webs
Entwined through the wines
Tree stumps like ghostly figures
Enlarged and wounded around the pillars
An eerie wind blows from the depth
There are some serpentine crawlies
Entangled in the watery maze
Imagine going near it
When elders admonished
For even peeping in.
Adventurous kids
Always were in awe
Of this mysterious
Age-old big hole.
There is a deep fear
Hidden in its womb
The folks in the village
Whisper in the air
How an old woman
Who had dementia
Made it her deathbed
When it gets pitch dark
Her ghost weeps
When the clock strikes midnight twelve.
Villagers have also encountered
A huge cobra, coiled
At the pulley
Guarding maybe
Some ancient god!
Nobody dares to go
Near the haunted well.
But, I see it everyday,
From my bedroom window!
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Day-18 NaPoWriMo-2023
Prompt: write an abecedarian poem. A to Z poem.
Day 17- Napowrimo 2023
Today, my little boy turns 10.
The birthday boy
Has weird tastes.
His tongue cannot tolerate
Anything made of chocolate.
His favorite is sour and white
He cannot sleep
Without the taste of yogurt.
But, he is a born sage
He prefers the greens
Give him a bunch
Of basil leaves
He happily munches on
Till his tummy is content!
Participating in: Napowrimo 2023
Day-16 NaNoWriMo 2023
She is not a hustler
She is a juggler
Following age-old patterns
She accepts her destiny
Like a soldier at the front line.
She cannot wear whatever she wants
She cannot go wherever she wants
She cannot say whatever she wants
She cannot eat whatever she wants
She knows leftovers are not good for the health
But, She doesn't listen to the reasons
Wastage is not in her vocabulary
And the food ends up in her tummy.
Sleeping early is healthy
But, she won't listen
She finishes all her chores,
Puts the kids to sleep,
And then, the conjugal rights
Take over, though she is tired
She cannot say no.
The mornings are a busy time
Catering to everyone's needs
The clock runs on a speed dial
She has no time for a breather
Dashing from room to room
She becomes invisible, while
Making others happy
In these merry-go-around hours
She has forgotten
How to smell the flowers!.
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Day-15 NaPoWriMo-2023
The trees were,
Too tall for her
Yet, nothing could stop
The itchy feet to hop.
Summers were her playground
She was nowhere to be found
Sometimes, she was lost in bushes
Munching wild berries
Sometimes, in the village river
Splashing with her impish buddies
She chased time in her innocent ways
A carefree, bohemian she was!
Then,
Time took a leap
Her steps stalled
A free spirit got tied
In a maze of normed life.
Now,
She wants to break free,
Find herself again,
In the milieu of selfish hearts
She is searching for ways to be reborn.
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Day-14 NaPoWriMo-2023
Prompt: A Parody.
My take: Emily Dickenson's "Because I Could not stop for Death"
If only, I could ignore him-
He would not stop following-
The carriage had no place for both-
He can chase till eternity-
Silently- we chased each other
Without much effort
I pretended to be nice,
He managed a sweaty smile.
We passed a very dark building
The occupants- slept on the benches
Trotting the drought-ridden fields-
We passed the menacing sun-
Rather- we followed each other-
The heat was hot and humid
Couldn't bear the stinking air-
My dress wrinkled up-
We paused infront of a scary place
With banners and signposts-
The roof had no shape-
Half of it kissed the ground-
We will play -cat and mouse
Till death do us apart
The carriage and horses are still mine
Chasing is his destiny-
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Day-13 NaPoWriMo-2023
A blazing day-
Only roses bloom
While the sun
Is on full mode.
Sultry, sweaty
A stinky situation.
Desiring,
Tempting,
Sensuously dripping
A cold shower
Alas! A few droplets
A soapy face!
An empty water tank
Powercut to boot!
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Day-12 NaPoWriMo-2023
Similes and metaphors
Rhyme and rhythm
Do not belong
In the legacy of daily struggles.
The existence goes through
A Damocles sword.
The raw tenderness,
The trapped emotions
The shattered dreams
The aching wounds
The everyday drudgery
Pushes the boundaries.
It is then, words buried deep,
Surface, when the flowers bloom,
When the evenings glow
Like a vulnerable bride,
When the sweet melody of a Koel
Heals an endless solitude.
Words are an escape route
A catharsis to cleanse the soul
An unspoken bond,
A friendship for life...
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Day-11 NaPoWriMo-2023
earthy petrichor
charging from the southwest shores
end of hot summers
Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2O23
