“Musing about Memories”

Well, I love to travel
And to be more specific,
not every trip is pleasurable
I suppose you agree.
Some offer sweet memories
whereas some very dismal.
Some are bestowed with beauty
whereas some confer only knowledge,
in a journey on a flight or through a voyage.

But, behind every tour
I ought to undertake,
I make sure-
I prepare some time
to jot down what fascinated me,
The Most.
While something queer or
not easily remembered
would effortlessly catch my eye.
There, I would immediately
capture it, nonetheless
for the rest of my journey
it’ll be intriguing me unless
I discover something more exotic.

May it be an amusing show
or an antique piece in a museum
or the authentic food it serves
or the culture it presents
or an animal to illustrate
or a home of an author or
perhaps just a hill or a mountain
or maybe an art or an artist
performing to display,
or a variety of things
even the sky under a shade;
of a city or a village,
every small or big experience
seems very special to that place.

The forming of a bond
while it lasts,
in a photograph or in a memoir
had my musing in-
reminiscing long attachment
to every place I visited
where I chose a special
memory as worthy as I’ve made it:
To cherish for long years as,
an indestructible bond of
solidarity through travelling
from place to place.

Every journey becomes
a tale and in coming years
all the chronicles will turn into
lively motion picture
floating in the waves of ‘life’.
I am yet to be discovering
many unseen-unheard places
To be sure of one thing;
to carry my camera and
a notebook with a pen.
To fulfil every thirst of
making sweet connections
to people and places.

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 30

Prompt Day 30: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirty-8/

Today I choose to upload a poem I wrote for https://www.poemsindia.in/napowrimo‘s 11th day prompt : April 11th– “Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.”

Ahh its the end of the marvelous month! Little did we think, how time flew by so quickly, everyone involved in writing and publishing poems on blogs, reading other poet’s musings, complimenting/criticising each other, sharing and encouraging their fellow participants everyday, on every amazing prompt by Maureen and and yet we are here on the last day. Thank you Maureen for having to organise an excellent event for a month and for gathering such a great audience, most beloved bloggers and poets from all over the globe and thank you for giving us this opportunity to meet these incredibly talented bunch of individuals! This was my first time and I have to say it was such a fun! To be honest I missed the first three days in the beginning of the month LOL but since the 4th day it was all like a responsibility, to wake up in the morning to check the website for the new prompt and later post a poem at the end of the day, a challenge we all did successfully I guess! Going to miss all of my fellow participants a.k.a all-time-supporters but hope we’ll meet next year on the same platform for spending another amazing, memorable time letting our creative juice flow into our masterpieces! Love you all, sending best wishes for the year ahead.

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“My tears ricochet”

It was 30th of September
years long from today.
Right before falling of dusk,
during a twilight I was born.
Papa mocks about newborn me,
says on the day I took birth,
I bitterly cried throughout the night
And neither did I sleep nor did I
let my father sleep. He took me in his lap,
and swing me, yet I didn’t stop shrieking.
I wonder if that was the only day
I relentlessly cried, incessantly.
Because till now, in my teens
I haven’t probably cried for that long.
Possibly because I’m shielding my insecurities,
strengthening my weakness, shunning disconcertment,
curbing all pent-up worries, anxiety and depression,
escaping from raging fear but it never leaves swiftly.
So as days passes by, we learn to cope with them,
we grow through it but we don’t let our fears enslave us.
Inspite of having a soft, timid side of me that is vulnerable
I never showed my tears in presence of people, nobody.
And my parents believes in me, their daughter is “strong”.
I always say to them, “I’m!” so as to let them stop worrying
about me, but they haven’t seen all the cursed nights,
their daughter has to go through so many mental breakdowns.
As, in the morning they always found a smiling face in me.
I kept brooding over the paradoxical view points,
of what my parents think I am and what I am in reality.
I got birth, crying but I don’t wish to die crying.
My tears are precious. They are our sterling strength.
And I wonder if my parents ever noticed my enigmatic smile.
For which even my tears ricochet.

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 29

Prompt Day 29: And here’s our prompt (optional, as always). In certain versions of the classic fairytale Sleeping Beauty, various fairies or witches are invited to a princess’s christening, and bring her gifts. One fairy/witch, however, is not invited, and in revenge for the insult, lays a curse on the princess. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with (your grandmother’s insistence on giving you a new and completely creepy porcelain doll for every birthday, a bad singing voice, etc.). I hope you find this to be an inspiring avenue for poetic and self-exploration. https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-8/

The title of this poem is taken from a song by Taylor swift, very much my favorite. Although the lyrics doesn’t match with my poem’s intention but, since I like the title so I applied it in my poem and to my surprise it went through pretty coolly. Oh yes I literally cried terribly during the first night and from then onwards maybe my parents can’t recognise my tears lol. I mean I do not cry easily, and how embarrassing it is to cry in front of people, especially in front of my parents! I just can’t. And hiding away pain is quite natural though, as we don’t want them to worry about us but repressing these awful rage and bottling up conflicting emotions is even more dangerous. We must share with them, if not parents then friends prolly. Water in our body needs a way out, so may it be sweat or tears or pee it gets out eventually. Anyway, its penultimate day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 and just one day left! We’ll be back to our mundane lives and wait for the next year, wow it was all fun game! Well I’m really going to miss my readers for some time and specially the actively engaging participants of NaPoWriMo challenge. Have a good day.

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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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“My other half”

The other part of me
is just more than perfect,
apparently better than
who I consider myself.
My other half, shadowed.

She’s easily vulnerable and hurt
She’s fragile and soft
She’s holy and ethereal
She would never disappoint me
She knows it all.

She’s present everywhere I go
sometimes I forget her presence
while she, solely cares about me;
even when nobody’s surrounded.
So that I never feel abandoned.

She treasures the darkest deepest secret
of all my mysteries I’ve undergone
and she knows my mischievous actions.
She guides me through the toughest times,
being able to rule my consciousness verily alone.

She makes my safe space illuminated,
unlike most folks would ever be able to.
Asks me to take time and reflect upon my thoughts
And would accompany my wandering thoughts
escorting into clandestine solicitude.

She has the power to convince and manipulate
my mind and satisfy boundless desires
Something’s eerie about her you might think,
every time you see me contemplating
know; she’s here unleashing my persona.

“I co-exist in every person, concealed.
Not everyone listens to me
but if one does, they never fail
or lose any war or love.
Be courteous, be kind
Cause I’m the voice (psyche)
you dare calling blind.” ~her

“I wonder if I die, would you come along?
I wish you live a thousand times I died, living
and never come home.
Stay in my funeral and read out an eulogy.
For, you know me better than anyone ever could.” ~me

The other part of me
is just more than perfect,
apparently better than
who I consider myself.
My other half,
my very own vigilant spirit
disguised as alter-ego.

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 8

Prompt Day 8: a poem about the alter ego. name your alter-ego, and then describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice. Maybe your alter-ego is a streetwise detective, or a superhero, or a very small goldfinch. Whoever or whatever your alternate self may be, I hope this prompt lets you stretch both your writing skills and your self-knowledge https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-9/

‘My alter-ego: it is none other than my conscious conscience’

Here’s my take. Have a wonderful day ahead!

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“Forever- Is Composed Of Nows”

“Forever” is a promise they say
Is it really, though?
Composed for every bit of each day:
Of what we have already, “yesterdays”
Nows offering the time for building every “tomorrows” of it.

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 6

Prompt Day 6: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line. Perhaps you could write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry? You could even try using a newspaper headline or something from a magazine article. Whatever you choose, I hope you enjoy this prompt. https://www.napowrimo.net/day-six-9/

For today’s offering in my first attempt for the acrostic poem, I picked up the title of a poem by Emily Dickinson: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52202/forever-is-composed-of-nows-690

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“Aphrodite”

Aphrodite Aphrodite,
oh goddess of love
bless me with the power
to attract charming lovers.

Aphrodite Aphrodite,
oh goddess of beauty
bless me with the spell
and declare I’m spiritual.

Aphrodite Aphrodite,
oh goddess of lust
teach me to entice
every lover that is suffice.

Aphrodite Aphrodite,
oh mighty goddess of Venus
I plea you to
bring me into life,

Let me venture
into the world
of mortals
and bless them
with thy powers of divine.

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 5

Prompt Day 5: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature. For example, what does Hercules do when he loses a sock in the dryer? If a mermaid wants to pick up rock-climbing as a hobby, how does she do that? What happens when a mountain troll makes pancakes? https://www.napowrimo.net/day-five-9/

“Aphrodite”, my poem speaks about the Greek Goddess Aphrodite, the goddess of sexual love and beauty and her attributes to bless me with her powers. Well it went off the path but yeah I tried. It went exactly what it exhibits rather than the quirky job that should have spiced up anyway, hope you like it!

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“Poetry and Her”

Poetry in her
inspirits her soul
her indelible blemishes
all over her body
tantalizes every poet
to create poetry
her intuitive mind
entangles every poet
luring in her mystery tale
soliciting cryptic desires
manifesting out from her
as she’s the embodiment
of beauty and divinity
love and sovereignty
‘poetry’ and ‘her’
creates sophisticated art
that is admired by every individual
and so do I worship her, the divine

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMon day 4

Prompt Day 4: Here’s our optional prompt! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem . . . in the form of a poetry prompt. If that sounds silly, well, maybe it is! But it’s not without precedent. The poet Mathias Svalina has been writing surrealist prompt-poems for quite a while, posting them to Instagram. You can find examples here, and here, and here. https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-10/

Here’s my take on poetry, igniting the very spiritual spirit of a poet by kicking off the ’22 season with this one. Have a great day!

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