A Long Lost Memory

 Day-22 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Prompt: Write a poem of a specific object as a symbol of a particular time, era or place.

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Memories have a funny way to show up

In different forms, shapes and colors

I hold a few close to my heart

The vintage bottle is one of them

It carries the essence of an old world

Which had a bohemian charm.

A curious childhood found it interesting

To see what was forbidden 

Packed in this intricate shape

As adolescence took wings

The tongue tasted the first sip

What a memory it was!

To swallow what that bottle contained

And feel freedom passing through the veins.

I still remember fondly, the benevolent soul

Who gifted me this beautiful bottle decades ago

He must be smiling from the other world

Seeing the bottle taking a poetic form.

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Delusioned

 Day-21 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Prompt: To write a poem with repetitive lines.

                                                                             artbysunita  

Someday, life will end

Waiting on the toes.

Someday, the end will have

Wilting  flowers to bury.

Someday, one will stop dreaming 

Wasting sweet memories.

Someday, one would have memories

When end came tiptoeing, without any warning.

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My Little Friend

 Day-20 NAPORWRIMO-2021

Prompt: To write a Sijo a Korean poetic form which consists of  3 lines, each line of 14 to 16 syllables 

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Lethargically charged morning, and a cloudy skyline

salts the skin, stinking with frayed nerves, ready to hit the roof.

It's April, I wait for your melodious voice, to brighten my day.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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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.

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Reflection

 Day-12 NAPOWRIMO

                                                                       Divar island.

dream in multi shades

the heart of the blue lagoon

ferries towards life

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