“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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“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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“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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