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
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!
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.
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!
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?
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.
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!
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.
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!
“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.
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
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~
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:)
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…
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.
The passionate learner 