“Frozen Dessert: mint chocolate chip ice-cream”

They say you smell like peppermint
Oh ’tis the key flavor of my essence.
But why’d one argue about that?
Cause it tastes gross!
Jesus, that’s an unpardonable accusation!
Fresh Peppermint with chocolate chip
in an ice-cream??
Why does such combo exists?
How can’t one see:
I’m made up of an organic product.
Isn’t that intriguing, uh?
Not at all.
And so is strawberry ice-cream!
Bet, none of them are as cool as me huh..
Alright, I doubt that now.
I’m already cold in the freezer
And my lavish chill mint flavor relishes on
every tongue, they call it frozen dessert.
Rich in mint green will devour your eyes.
Have me with great pleasure and delight.

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 20

Prompt Day 20: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food. It could be a favorite food of yours, or maybe one you feel conflicted about. I feel conflicted about Black Forest Cake, for example. It always looks so pretty in a bakery window, and I want to like the combination of cherries and chocolate . . . but I don’t. But how does the cake feel about it? https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-9/

Hello folks! My poem is about an ice-cream flavor with whom I share a love-hate relationship: the mint chocolate chip ice-cream lol. So as the prompt states “anthropomorphizes“, I chose to sign up for an argument with the flavor itself, in a humorous way through it. I like all kinds of cookies or cake other than the mint flavor, and an exception as frozen dessert though. Most of my friends hates it, like eww they say. But I felt it was a very odd flavor as mint is often used in various food products especially chewing gum and as far as I remember the oldest yet popular chewing gum were Chlormint and mentos and now we have tons of such different products issued by latest brands, like happydent, orbit, doublemint, trident etc. and most fluid medicines uses mint flavor honestly that apparently disgusts me but isn’t it phenomenal after you have the ice-cream, not once, thrice. I’m sure you’ll feel the delight. My poem urges you to devour and explore on this flavor in more food items and yep read, taste it and let me know if you like the flavor or not!?

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“What if I was a shadow?”

What if I said I was merely a shadow?
Shh, quietly sleeping under your pillow!
And diffusing into what you’re dreaming.
Following you while you’d be sneaking.
I’m your secret pal & whoa you can’t hide from me, bingo!

~an impromptu poem (limerick) for #NaPoWriMo day 19

Prompt Day 19: Today’s challenge is to write a poem that starts with a command. It could be as uncomplicated as “Look,” as plaintive as “Come back,” or as silly as “Don’t you even think about putting that hot sauce in your hair.” Whatever command you choose, I hope you have fun ordering your readers around. https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-7/

I wrote a limerick today in great delight! My limerick doesn’t follow the syllable pattern rather focused on the rhyme scheme. Hope you like it<3

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“Healing yet Hurting”

Five answers to the same question (as the prompt suggests) in the form of poem (I’ve chosen haiku for the same).

I
I’m sure it won’t hurt
You’re poised to reap what’ve sowed.
Acknowledge perhaps.

II
Ask yourself questions
If this is what you’ve asked for?
Or did you deserved.

III
Mourning in silence
Only to stifle the pain?
Sure not wise enough.

IV
Dawning of changes
Hiding or running away?
Call it to quit hereafter.

V
You’re not alone
Nothingness can’t hide itself
The void will pass anon.

~an impromptu poem (in haiku form) for #NaPoWriMo day 18

Prompt Day 18: Today’s prompt is based on Faisal Mohyuddin’s poem “Five Answers to the Same Question.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered. https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eighteen-8/

I’m so proud how it turned out into really one of my favourite piece now! Clearly it says it all… Hiding, escaping, isolating, running away, grieving, acknowledging, facing consequences, suffering, hurting and also healing. These are some of the things we all commit to in the course of life yet some of these emotions and actions get attached and do not try to leave easily and it is painful yes, but overcoming these might feel like dashing into freedom. We always want joy and smiles everywhere but some smiles are just unwell pretense to some tragic situations one might have faced and are undeniably the crestfallen part of life. Still, life goes and on and on and we need to go on and on.

Damnn this is a moment of fulfilment. Hope you like it as well!

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“Tongues Of Light Touches Everything”

The realms of earth.
The planets and universe.
The very component of photosynthesis.
The vital source of natural medicine; Vitamin D.
The cause and effect of reflection.
The blessing for the two pair of eyes.
The sprinkling sign for positivity and hope.
The reason of waking up and watching sunrise.
The indispensable root of existence.
To all, wide and whole.
Tongues of light
Touches everything,
Tastes the very essence, of soil and dust diffused in air.

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 17

Prompt Day 17: Tongues of Light https://www.poemsindia.in/napowrimo

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“a glittery revelation”

Revolting, as the eyes might bear resemblance to his distinctive veiled feeling
Often masked with a charming delicate smile, he lives in despondence, went astray.
Melancholy for his deserted feelings, lovelorn however the truth it conceals.
Yet he never fails to carry out the responsibilities, perhaps it has been noticing,
Clearly discreet to some. And for some, customs are build upon fate, fortune as it say.
Like the King, regardless of his potential, ascendancy of ancestry is a true convention.
Not everybody is taught to have such great standards and still cannot become a whizz.
The statement carried tons of unanswered questions, sounded iffy, resonated, all day.
It all seem empty, plight surrounding the very household quietly curbed out in a week,
Since the dark clouds hovering over the town saw little rays of hope. As clear as it is.
Tough choice, but kudos to a great decision, oblique.

~an impromptu poem (curtal sonnet) for #NaPoWriMo day 16

Prompt Day 16: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a curtal sonnet. This is a variation on the classic 14-line sonnet. The curtal sonnet form was developed by Gerard Manley Hopkins, and he used it for what is probably his most famous poem, “Pied Beauty.” A curtal sonnet has eleven lines, instead of the usual fourteen, and the last line is shorter than the ten that precede it. Here are two other examples of Hopkins’ curtal sonnets: “Ash Boughs,” and “Peace.” https://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-9/

This is my first try on the curtal sonnet, very interesting as it sounds and definitely I tried to follow the rhyme scheme and stumbled a little, although it was fun. The poem is an excerpt of one of my long tale written in a poetic way however I managed to modify a little just to match the rhyme scheme. It talks about a royal engagement and how the prince gets rejected several times until he finds his match. It is all about judgmental behavior of the town and how one individual is expected to carry out the same duties and is expected to behave the same like carrying the tradition of their ancestors. Certainly, one could make out taking a note from my poem. I will try to upload the entire poem later. Hope you’ll enjoy!

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“What am I born for?”

I like all my hobbies.
But when it comes to practice
or getting trained by professional?
Just know, that ain’t going a long way.

And why shouldn’t that bother me?
Time has made me realise deeply,
How they try to hone my natural skills
Just to end up having to lose all of it.

They force me in learning
vocational education;
Just to compete with other kids
in the family.

They force me to master in-
the subject they couldn’t in their lifetime.
Just to make me an subject of criticism.
Here, I exist, “the very source of entertainment”

They force me to excel (top) in studies
Just to flaunt with the certificate
I could have achieved.
But, I don’t want to be “the topper”.

They force me into something,
I’m unenthusiastic about.
And very well I get disinterested.
My parents are pathetic!

They overlook what I have a knack for,
disregarding my passion, my interests.
And for 18 long years I kept brooding over-
if I really have any form of talent inside me?

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 15

Prompt Day 15: This one may seem counter-intuitive, but today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in. This isn’t quite the same, I think, as something you’re indifferent to. For example, I have absolutely no interest in investment strategy. Anytime anyone tries to tell me about it, I want to put my fingers in my ears and go “lalalalalala.” My brain tries to shut down! This is honestly kind of funny, and I think this prompt has value precisely because it invites you to investigate some of the “why” behind resolutely not giving two hoots about something. https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-8/

I truly wrote this piece outta my heart. Pouring into the reality version of elucidating the diurnal challenge, breaking the truth and note the ramifications precisely mentioned throughout the poem. I’m in love with it now!! Well I personally can’t hold onto something for real long but that doesn’t mean I disowned my interests. Perhaps, one might not have to see the greater deal if I had been allowed to peruse my passion. Practice makes a man perfect, I agree but not in a sense I have to deal with such disquieting circumstances.

How pathetic it is to see that your child is struggling with finding the right thing to do?
Parents are always there to guide but strictly not for satisfying their dreams, propelling their children to perform the so call duties for the sake of it.

P.S: I don’t wanna hurt my parents’ feelings or any others’ through this poem but I think this issue needs attention plus society needs to stop jeopardizing their children and let them choose their career that likely involve themselves in something they are passionate about rather than forcing their children to learn something out of their own will. Since I faced the similar situations which most of the Indian Households have been ceaselessly facing the same challenge of conflict between the dream fulfilment of parents and their wards: to fulfil the parent’s desires clashing with their own passion and needs. This mindset has to be changed and I’m sure no one of my generation (gen z) would ever see the same in future.

Hope my poem is presentable. Have a great day!

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“The Fairytale Film Noir”

opening music
curtains unfolding slowly
flickering flash lights

~an impromptu poem (haiku) for #NaPoWriMo day 14

Prompt Day 14: Today’s challenge is a fun one: write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life. Does it open with a car chase? A musical number? A long scene panning across a verdant plain? You’re the director (and also the producer, the actors, the set designer, the cinematographer, and the lowly assistant that buys doughnuts for the crew) – so it’s all up to you! https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-9/

The excitement, the thrill in the beginning of a film, more the fun if it happens in a theater or an auditorium. However noir cinemas are evergreen. The way everyone gets seated, slightly the lights fade away and an overture plays in the opening, slowly theater drapes are pulled away from both the sides and the theme music starts playing while the motion picture starts gathering momentum. Everything seems so dramatic and dreamy. Although I couldn’t get time to write about an opening scene of my film but here’s a haiku portraying a typical scene in a theater. Black and White films of the early periods are kind of my taste in movies and I wish my dream fairytale classic noir film also performs in the similar way, dramatically! Lights. Camera. Action!

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“Everything is Going to Be Amazing.”

Dear me,

I want you to know that
no matter how weak you feel
or how troubled you are deep inside;
people shall see you as the strong lady,
the one you have always been.
Don’t let your guard down
even in difficult times.
Life will throw innumerable challenges
but its you,
You who can fight or flee
through all your words and actions.
And none can save you,
unless its you.
So here’s something interesting
you should know and be sure
about your magnificent identity
and your resilient mind.
Its you who can create and destroy magic,
a form of validation.

Everything is going to be amazing.
just have some patience,
and enjoy life wherever possible
or it could be such,
that you create your own drama.
Pretty much easy thing you can do is:
Get a bowl of your daily mixture
take a scoop of your tedious day,
pour a little drop of ‘sugary hope’
two table spoon of ‘positivity’ and ‘vigor’
and sprinkle some ‘saucy adventure’
and don’t forget to add
the very flavor of ‘fun essence’!
Whoa! Let it all embrace you.
The strength and the weakness,
the rage and the utter silence
all combine to form the inevitable shape
of life within the stretch of time.
Therefore, everything is going to be amazing
this shall be your moto.

From,
your beloved self<3

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 13

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Prompt Day 13: Today, in honor of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” Sometimes, good fortune can seem impossibly distant, but even if you can’t drum up the enthusiasm to write yourself a riotous pep-talk, perhaps you can muse on the possibility of good things coming down the track. As they say, “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and if nothing else, this world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise by https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-8/

Here’s my take. Mine is perhaps a little pep-talk with myself:) I always love motivational talk with myself and this poem I wrote within two hours really inspired me, like hella lott!! I love writing such encouraging small conversation which apparently happens in my head lol. Hope my poem reaches your heart and inspires you as much as it did to me. Good day!

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“Red Little Ladybug”

“There I spot-
Oh see, a red little ladybug!
Coated in black little spots
over two red tint cups,
wrapped on elytra wings.
Graciously walks with six short legs
and cover distance with tiny footsteps.”

As a child,
among variety of insects & flies
particular of several kinds,
the one that intrigued me
was a tiny red little ladybug,
a form of species hailing from
the beetles family.

I would run across our garden
to find the bewitching ladybug
crawling over a green leaf.
So tiny and so pretty,
that I didn’t fear of lifting up
and placing it on my palms
just to see them walking steadily.

Delightful by the sight
I would draw that
on drawing sheets.
And attempting to write
about how delicate it is,
all the structures of that
little creature fascinated me a lot!

But, here’s a thing.
Even after growing up
I would still remain engrossed
in discovering red little ladybug
in every garden I come across.
And wonder if they could hear
our sounds and could speak or not.

In my early years,
the excitement in getting new knowledge
about my most favorite things,
was one of the best memories I’d cherish.
How I would come running to share
what I’ve learned, persists as a picture of joy,
an accomplishment.

Searching for red little ladybug
is still one of the fresh memories
of excitement and an amusing
journey that’ll continue perpetually
all through its course as it had been
something deeply fascinating for me, long
attached to an ideal reflecting fleeting image, called, life.

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 12

Prompt Day 12: Today, I’d like you to invert your inspiration, and write a poem about a very small thing. Whether it’s an atom, a button, a hummingbird’s egg, dollhouse furniture, or the mythical world’s smallest violin, I hope you enjoy your poetic adventures into the microscopic https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twelve-10/

A poem of 7 stanzas consisting of 7 lines in each. Can be said: “An odd pattern odd-evenly laid in a piece“. One of the memorable poetic adventure it is to explore childhood memories and express them in a very unforgettable manner. I don’t fear insects except for some are literally allergic unlike these cute beetles hehe. Here’s my take:) hope it is presentable<333

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“Cosmos”

There’s a surreal unique power
that lies in the cosmos

Earth, in contrast
is blessed with cosmic protection

For all the bad days you go through
I urge you to simply stare at the cosmos

You’d feel the vastness deeply
For it’ll carry away all your miseries

How enlightening your spirit will speak
Whether in broad daylight or dark midnight

A seraphic wish under the cosmic roof
bestows unlimited therapy throughout life

I always wish upon all the glimmering stars across the sky
for I have known to ask a secret wish to be granted even by a falling star.

Constant faith, that’s all what it needs to seek
while the universe shows cue for reflecting our manifested desires.

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 11

Prompt Day 11: write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or the various contenders for the honor of being the Biggest Ball of Twine https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-10/

Well I tried yet it doesn’t fulfill my thirst as a writer/poet. Above everything else, one of my favorite thing to do is just to stare at the sky or the universe especially when my mind is puzzled, jumbled up and troubling, because the sky never ever disappoints me or none of us I must say. I feel connected to the tranquility far away with the stars and the moon and all celestial objects, residing far beyond us and yet shining so insanely, magically that it carries away all my worries plus it always shows infinite ways to clear the clutter in my head, cheer me up and teaches me to think positively. Not a person, not a recreational place, not an long wished gift, not an actual object of my desire, but the gift of nature, intangible desired objects, non-living things spread over an extremely huge black carpet, where these creations are burning intensely and we are joyfully watching them from earth, we say they are shining. Well they are merely emitting light, rays of hope and calm diaries. I love universe lot more than anything and is immensely huge that cannot be compared to anything else in this world, at least for me. <333

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