Love's Reminiscences

 Day-10 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: A Love Poem  

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There it lay
Among the memories
Wilted with time
However, more alive than dead.
Love’s reminiscence!

It has lost its fragrance
Once, it consumed the soul
Symbol of sweet nothings
Reflecting on innocent blushes
The heart missed a number of beats.

Those days
Of melting romance
Sleepless nights, mushy dreams
And wavering heartbeats!
Oh! The sweet fragrance of thee!

The softness once
Kissed the brows, melted the breathe
And caressed the cheeks.

Now,
Trapped in a time frame
It speaks its own language
Wilted though
But sweet still!

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Insomnia Blues

 The Sunday Muse #206

                                                         Power of Imagination by Joiedevivre89

I remember the day when her world stopped spinning.
Naive and innocently vulnerable
She found herself in a time machine
Observing the sun turning into myriad hues
Making way for the moonbeams.
Night traveled on a carpet of nightmares
In a neverland, where thoughts wander aimlessly, she breathes,
Amid the pathos, on a precipice...

Beguiled she lives,
Lifeless brain in a living body,
Unknown to herself or the rest of the world.
Engulfed in her cocoon forever, in a misty fog
She finds herself, at the unmarked deadend. 

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Senses

 Day-9 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: To write a nonet.

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Surrender unconditionally 

The senses to the scented muse,

Sweetly intoxicating,

The fragrant evenings swell,

For the tender touch,

The heart explodes

With longing

To feel,

Loved.

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A Nomad

 Day-8 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: To write in your alter-ego's voice.

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She is the wind

A borderless soul

A diehard rebel

Nothing can stop her

If she lets her wings soar.

Her heart is made of fire

Bright and fierce

She survives in the wilderness

A ruler of her desires.

There are times

When chains bound her steps

She breaks the barriers

The rebellious streak

Gives her voice.

She is brave

Her courage lies

In her thirst for freedom

Nature's child she is.

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Finishing Line

 Day 7-NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: To write a poem that argues again or somehow questions, a proverb or saying.

My take is" Slow and steady wins the race"

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Looking back 

To a different

Age of existence

Life was simple

Happy and gay

There was no hurry

To climb the ladder

To overrun people

To make a career

One could embrace

The simple logic

Slow and steady wins the race.

Now, that logic

Sounds hollow

The world 

Has turned on the run

A cutthroat hunger

Fills the belly

The fastest way

To succeed

Is to take a shortcut,

Cheat, use power,

Discriminate and 

Achieve the goal.

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Hope

Day-6 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: Today's challenge is to write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, you have to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line. Perhaps to write a poem in which the first word of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry. 

I have taken a line from the movie Forrest Gump.

Life is like a box of chocolates.

pic: sunita

Life is a huge cauldron of challenges that

Is spiced with beautiful shades of misfits,

Like a short-cut to the downfall 

A sudden lapse in judgment opens a pandora

Box of self-doubts and loathing, It smells

Of  many bitter moments, but, a boxful of

Chocolates warm the heart, ease the pain and make life worth living.

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Crowing Glory

 Day-5 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: To write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual. My creature is a crow who has taken the characteristics of a cuckoo.

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I woke up with a start
A hushed silence pierced through
What was that sound
So sweet and melodious?
Again, I let my soul wander
For that momentary pleasure!

Ah!! It came from my backyard
Concealed among the foliage
Such bliss in the voice
Serenading the morn galore
Dark and small it looked beyond!

I peeped through my window
Craning my neck to view
What a contradictory sight
Dark and melody entwined
In one of god's own miracles!

Ah!! the branches cradled
The beautiful voice
Among its midst atop
And lo behold!!
I gave a cry of pleasure
To see the king of melody
Nestled among the greens!

The sweetest voice
Of the dark countenance
Held me in its maze
And worked as an antidote
Against the darkened clouds of my soul!

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Writer's Block

 Day-4 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: To write a poem in the form of a poetry prompt.

You want to write a poem

But not in the mood to do so, right?

Do one thing before the muse runs away.

Close your eyes and transport yourself to your happy place.

Now, see if you are alone there or if somebody else is there with you.

Check if the place reminds you of some wonderful times.

You will see the beautiful things you have missed.

Did you notice Sun, sand, and beaches?

The waves lapping at your feet.

And the grainy sand tickling your toes.

The burnished sun bowing down the sea

And swaying palms waving goodbyes.

Did you see the birds sashaying in the sky?

You must have felt the heart burst out with joy

Now, open your eyes

Let those feelings you experienced speak

Pour down your emotions on the blank pages

Dance  with them with sweetened similes and metaphors

Let your heart rejoice and fill your universe with rhymes and verses

See, you are a poet and poetry flows in your veins.

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The Favorite Place

The Sunday Muse # 205

Day-3 NaPoWriMo-2022

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As I pass my favorite place

Many memories of a lost time surface

The locked door fills the heart with an ache

There was so much joy in that tiny space.

It belonged to a favorite uncle

That cozy little space of aromatic pleasures

His daughters were my best friends

We three rocked that place with our laughter and pranks.

After school all three of us

Would plomp ourselves on the wooden chairs

The wafting aroma of samosas, pastries and mirchi bajjis

Made our tummies growl with hunger.

Three little girls in long plaits

Jumped and ran across the seats

Maybe our laughter added more charm to that place

Then the delicious snacks and hot piping masala ginger tea.

Uncle used to scold and frown

For creating such a ruckus non-stop

Infront of the customers

We three would giggle and walk out.

A tragedy struck!

The pillar of that place crossed over

The descendants couldn't keep up

And the cracks in the wall showed up.

Now, whenever I pass that place

And see that huge lock on the  rusted door

A deep, helpless sigh escapes

Trickling down into a tear or two.

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Vernality

 Day-2 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: To write a poem devoted to obscure and interesting English words. I have taken a word from a featured tweet by Haggard Hawks.

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There is a zing in the air

The fragrance of life

Seeps through the skin

A pristine muse 

Assails the senses, announcing

The time of vernality

The shivered earth

Burst into verdant hues

There is a kaleidoscope of shades

Kissing the earthiness

The melody of a prism

Whispers through the branches

The air echoes as hummingbirds get busy

Suckling on the blooming sweetness

The colorful butterflies

Dance and prance through the foliage

While the buzzing  honeybees

Trumpet the dawn of new pastures

Hope springs lustily

As Spring springs in breezily!

Word of the Day: VERNALITY (n.) the spring, a spring-like quality; the greenness and freshness of springtime [1600s]

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Destruction

 

Day One- NaPoWriMo-2022

 Prompt: Prose Poetry

She was dead tired. She just wanted to take a hot shower, change her clothes, eat some dinner, and hit the sack. Suddenly, the shrill sound of the mobile phone gets her goatee. It was her sister on the line, "Hello, get dressed. I am coming to pick you up. We are going to Eliz's place". She lost her cool and shouted," Why now? It is so late. Can't we visit her tomorrow?". Her sister replied." Nope! I will be there in 10 minutes."  She was zapped. Why were they meeting Eliz so late? She hasn't seen Eliz for decades and now her sister pushes her for a rendezvous with a childhood friend at a godforsaken hour.

There was no other option. She got ready in a simple salwar and waited. There her sister was in the driver's seat looking smug and mysterious. The surprise awaited at the other end. It was Eliz's husband Leon's birthday. She remembered Leon as a young kid in school. He was thin and clumsy. Now he wore glasses and looked like a giant and very handsome. His elder brother was her classmate and a childhood friend too. Eliz hasn't changed much. She was still pretty and lovely even in her 40s. The house was full of childhood buddies and old neighbors from her tiny village. Many sported salt and pepper and beer-filled paunches  Leon and his team (Messi fan club) cut the cake. There was such camaraderie all around. The food was scrumptious. Especially, sandwiches, pudding, and caramel. She forgot how tired she was in her friends' company. By the time they reached home, it was already past 2am.

That same night she heard the crashing sound of the beautiful coconut trees in front of her house getting sacrificed to make way for the monstrous flyover.

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