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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