“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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“For love, with love~”

For love,
I’m not strong I suppose.
But when, you come around
I feel our energies coalesce
and two frail bodies
merge into one living entity.
I have said a hundred times
and I’ll for another hundred times.
For I have always wanted
to keep you by my side,
everyday, to spend every moment
making love for each other.
If I were to describe how I felt
being in love,
I would sing this song to you.
I have loved you since we were 18
Long before we both thought the same thing
To be loved and to be in love
All I can do is say that these arms
Are made for holding you, oh-oh
I wanna love like you made me feel
When we were 18
If we grow old together,
Our song would be young forever.
“Every inch of your footsteps
covering half of mine.
The warmth in your arms,
tight cosy hugs time to time.
If the air you’re breathing
can be felt simply lying over your shoulder,
our backs pressed against eachother
while resting my head beside yours,
our fingers touching as we stare at the sky
as the silence witnesses our very moment
that turns out to be a love language…
What can love do, would be
undeniably enchanting!
Much like the fairy tales, hope so.
But whatever you do,
snuggly cuddles and
that little kiss in my forehead
is all heaven on earth.”
You say, I can’t understand.
I suppose I can’t show my love
Oh but what if your eyes are blind? lol
All I ever wanted to do (well there are lots of
things, some mentioned here)
While the “some” includes
watching the moon from rooftop
beguiled by the freezing breeze at night.
Talk about paradoxical philosophies
or bizarre topics and never getting tired of
writing long love letters praising about us,
never abandoning to mention the things we like.
Slow walk in an amusing way, down in a hill
spotting ordinary articles, playing songs from
our playlist, giggling at jokes for the whole day!
Ain’t getting over the favorite moment none of us spoke
but my hands were freezing so you put them in your pockets
and warm them up without saying a word.
Finding an exquisite café while we had a city tour.
Sharing one coffee with two straws during twilight,
choosing pastry flavor, red velvet or choco fudge?
Long drives beside the river road, would you like to know
why did it happened so?
If I were to describe how I felt being in love,
(or wanting to feel in love)
I would sing this poem to you.
With love~

(dedicated to no one though)

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 10

A part of lyrics is used in the poem from “18” by One Direction

Prompt Day 10: Today’s prompt is pretty simple – a love poem! https://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-10/

What love can do is sure to be Wild and Fun<3 Enjoy and find a company, an interesting muse (muse for writers and poets ;)) who can actually make you feel alive on this dull world, fight for you, respect you, encourage you, celebrate success and failure together with you, and by whatever means make sure they doesn’t give up or dare to lose you without a doubt and choose you over and over and over again (without being toxic)!

“You are the bane of my existence–and the object of all of my desires. Night and day I dream of you.” (a dialogue from Bridgerton 2)
– if your lover doesn’t say this, hush! Quit, they don’t deserve you. lol

This poem went on a little too long explaining moments that the poet wishes to encounter, how would it feel being fallen in love something that sort of hopefully.
Pretty messy I guess and well I was expecting better but will do next time for sure:)

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“Nostalgia”

Wish you belonged to me, oh my love
Wish this world wasn’t cold and cruel.
As it’d be to part our lives.
You tasted like a song,
Ineffaceable.
But, you’re gone
Believe me,
I miss
You…

~an impromptu poem (nonet) for #NaPoWriMo day 9

Prompt Day 9:  try a prompt that asks you to write in a specific form – the nonet! A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second has eight, and so on until you get to the last line, which has just one syllable https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-8/

So this is my first attempt on a nonet and there you go! I thought of music then I thought of old days, I thought of each passing day, I thought of memories, I thought of moments that we created in our past, I thought of all the bad days and the good, I thought of talking-walking-teaching-driving-eating together, I thought of singing-dancing-writing-performing-winning together, I thought of the lyrics in every song that are relatable to us, I thought of our relationship, I thought of our emotions and attachment, I thought of every sensation we felt or we shared with each other, I thought of love and the lover, I thought of ‘you’, I thought of ‘us’… I was in deep contemplation indeed.

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“A rolling stone gathers no moss”

They would say,
‘rolling stone gathers no moss’
But isn’t all the fun they have
to experience?
Rolling from region to region
some close place akin to home
some, fresh like rainbow after storm
while some feels pale and obscure
and others, feels lively
with arrays of radiant hope
Behind every episode of thrust, there
remains the intense course of the journey.
and for them, hasn’t been any doubt;
after one rolls down the track…
“gusto for the odyssey may never end”
they would flatter.

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 7

Prompt Day 7: a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying. They say that “all cats are black at midnight,” but really? Surely some of them remain striped. And maybe there is an ill wind that blows some good. Perhaps that wind just has some mild dyspepsia; https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seven-8/

Here’s my take. Hope you enjoyed:)

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Writing Prompt #1

Sepia love and Red-hot Hate!

Let not my love hate grief…
Desire to crave hungry soul,
Oh, damn… fed with anger!
Thirst that belongs to king of hell
Love never ceases attention of eternity
Cruel aid exploiting propriety
Disgust of evil angel !!!!
Demanding to possess
malevolent sensuality
to seduce someone till extremes…
Oh Superior, just help me relief
of the pain that cause me sick
which forces to savour every desire
that unexpectedly come my way…
Persuades, swirls and compel me
to tangle in my own words…
Save me from this danger!
A love or a desire that constrains
immeasurable tempting provocativeness
tantalizing insecure mind to take a ride
or enjoy ephemeral excitement for a minute…
An intense love or hatred that indulges me
to entertain in dark mesmerizing emotions
that entices frozen bodies to lit up the fire of anguish
Why, to detest? What is it, A sepia love or red-hot hate?

~Navaparna

Even if the World gets Destroyed, or even ends,
Love never does, shall never end…

Navaparna

This poem peruses a life earned by a devil. A devil that transforms into a perfect Human being, leaving existence from hell and came up to Earth as a handsome man so as to experience Love and Lust. He constantly hears people say, it is difficult to leave their loved ones and that almost pierces his heart and compels him to experience ‘what it is to love and hate?’ on Earth! He came on Earth and this poem briefly explains what is the consequence when he loved and got amused by sensuality having heavy and intense intercourse disclosing intimacy and quite naturally he reveals that it is inevitable and he got addicted to it. Later he realises and his desperate thirsty soul senses this to be sinful, he feels guilty! And hence, he claims it to be cruelty, asks superior (God) for help and tries to return back to his original state crying to the loudest pitch (The words he said is expressed in the poem) And then, he was confounded with these expressions- ‘Sepia love and red-hot hate!’ That neutralizes his powers in Earth and brings a contrasting taste in his new- found life!

“A demon from hell, urges to love and his spirits got raised while people provoked his sexual senses to flow, leaving behind everything, which also compelled him to forget about his duties on ‘hell’…”

I want to thank Mona Ma’am for the prompt she had given, and here it is!
It is indeed, my masterpiece!!! Go and check out this account-manicsylph.com
You shall try it once, I felt quite tasty…
Thank you for reading. Happy Sunday!!

Ornate her with Ornaments

Ornaments are,
A significant part of life
which mostly deals with the women folk
A special ingredient for a happy soul!
An indispensable fragment of beauty and ecstasy…
it thus makes a lady,
contentedly comprehensive!
A blonde or a brunette, it is utilized by both…
every single portion define a worthy assessment.
Ornaments fabricate a woman
 in countless exquisite designs,
from exceptionally embellishing
 the simplicity of her appearance,
until transpiring into tempting intricate charm!
exposing the unique qualities of her charisma…   
Elaborating her fussy style….
Gorgeous attire, lavish cosmetics…
with Bright Red lipstick,
which makes her smile,
almost immensely expensive
Dazzling eye-makeup
glitters velvety eyelashes,
 sparkles on her desperate eyes
as if she desires to be paired all the night
Magnificent looks via enigmatic expressions,
 a delicate charm from her appealing face…
A lady with undeniably alluring appearance
is indeed tempting for every gentleman;
He makes her act seductively lost with her consort
overly attractive, mild aroma emanating from her body
creates an irresistible impulse
And resonances from her jewellery,
makes it impossible to resist his intense compulsion
of touching her and triumphing his desires!
Enthralling attractiveness,
 persuades every single woman…
Prompts to a dress in a perfect outfit
whether a traditional or modern
jwelleries are garnishing elements
featuring a perfect lady
and brings dynamism to work independently
therefore, ornate her with ornaments
and value her new intricacy…

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Apricity

When the mist occured,
The snow departured…
Morning became night,
Nothing came in that sight.
Cloudbursts began to be high,
In that cold stormy night…

Sun appeared in the early morning…
Though the cold can’t be resisted
Outside lay the dew drops,
on tiny petals and sepals
are glistened by the sunshine
These are enjoyed in the wintry days,
the joy behind this, is the sun always!

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