“You Are A Piece Of Art”

You broke the void inside me.
You taught me belongingness.
You turned me into someone like you.
Your stunning gaze edified my minor mistakes.
Your presence invited my inner child to get blossomed.
Your cheerfulness helped your favorite playful little girl to grow,
To grow and become one like you, the most lovable person I have known, mother.
I miss You.
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Are my colleagues still working on the project that I initiated one day?
Do they remember me?
Weren’t they all a part of the hard-working family we had built over time?
All supportive, all indefatigable, all diligent.
Aren’t they all proud to become a part of the community that I’ve established?
They are of course, mom said they are gratified, they are the sunflowers in your life.
I love my crew, I love what I’ve created, I love the way people appreciated my team.
I miss my organisation.
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I remember one fine summer day, while coming across a main street, with my mother,
A street-seller selling paintings, the greatest artworks, historic masterpieces.
Oil paintings slanting in the guard railing spread across covering the pavement.
I passed through those, my feet quickly paused, I turned around, glanced at one piece.
Dazzled under sunlight, bright and gleaming sunflowers’ portrait starring at me.
The artwork immediately captivated my attention, I went near, perused into few letters.
The seller simplified the illustration of the glorious piece by Vincent Van Gogh.
Moreover, it all tempted me so much when he said it was painted by his daughter.
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How I remember my mother loved sunflowers.
How I remember planning to gift her Van Gogh’s “Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers”
still life art by her favorite artist on her 50th birthday.
Only if it was a dream-come-true wish.
I miss her, but her words reminded me of this piece of memory,
I shared today, in her absence, in my prayer.
Her last words only prompted me to contemplate:
Am I truly “A Piece Of Art?”

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 21

Prompt Day 21:  Today’s prompt asks you to write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question. https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-one-7/

I believe the poem speaks it all. Everything is related, starting from my mother’s part to the conclusion, ending with her itself. I had to weave a poem of four parts so precisely yet so delicately that I got emotional while writing and sunflowers are always adored by everyone, and so do I and my mother. But she would be encouraging me so much that I feel guilty about the fact that I couldn’t do much for her and she has bought so many things for me, she gifted me this wonderful life and now that I have to move on without her, it hurts, always will. The pain will never fade away, I’ll be grieving for the rest of my life, carrying memories down the lane, cherishing each day with fresh sunflowers and missing her, the incomplete project and questioning my existence.

STILL LIFE: “VASE WITH FIFTEEN SUNFLOWERS” OIL PAINTING
Artist
Vincent van Gogh
Year
1888
Medium
Oil on canvas
Dimensions
92.1 cm × 73 cm (36.3 in × 29 in)
Location
National Gallery, London

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“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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“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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“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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“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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“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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