He was my winter
He came in summer
Showering love on me
Kissing sweat with rains
I forgot my endurance
Released pain at dawn
Travelled in his arms
I reached towards dusk
Finally finishing task
I grew in storm
Strong with him
We walked miles
With our smiles
On roads formidable
Travelled less
Unbound, timeless
We traveled upteen times
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How to wipe out the illusion i have built?
It’s a nest of memories i have built
One by one i picked up
The ones you and i collected
Placed them on highest altar
It was the wind with destructing intention, made ways
Scattered far and wide on the path we walked
Then…
that road on which you traveled alone
the road i visited unmistakably
There i found forgotten twigs and weeds
I picked up and placed them
Where they belonged
Unrelated to you
I alone live there
Dusting them
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Prompt 7
Napowrimo/Glopowrimo23
Often
Clouds of grief
Shadows of Sorrows
collect to attack
Eyes filled with tears
And i console myself
By cajoling my heart
Why do you have to cry?
This is often the reason,
Elevating grief in this world
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#NaPoWriMo23
Prompt: 5
Twist of Emotions
He whistled and teased her
Which she couldn’t digest
Irked with his prescence and his manners
She wanted him to leave immediately and spoke rudely to him
Her friends turned to backfire and grumble
Blaming his gender of human species on earth
It was then while walking
She stumbled upon a stone
Her feet hurt and bled
He knelt to support her to stand,
Slowly took her to nearby first aid centre
He paid for her treatment and dropped her home
It was then they got friendly
A guy who was scorned upon by her are now together
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Prompt: 3
Napowrimo/ Glopowrimo-23
New love, new love, where are you to lead me?
All along a narrow way that marks a crooked line.
How are you to slake me, and how are you to feed me?
With bitter yellow berries, and a sharp new wine.
New love, new love, shall I be forsaken?
One shall go a-wandering, and one of us must sigh.
Sweet it is to slumber, but how shall we awaken-
Whose will be the broken heart, when dawn comes by?
~ "The Last Question"
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-Never Dare to Ask
Love grown old with age,
Where shall we stop?
Along the straight way
While walking hand in hand
When our nest goes empty,
On the smooth run
If one of us is left to feed oneself
Won’t it be tough to have a soup without other?
When our love ages with time,
In our spare time, we shall sit together
On a bench near river
Deep in our thoughts of past,
One of us might call a name of other
Will you or i be revived by the echoes on silent river?
Simplicity of Dawn
Morning Bhaktis
With Artis
Wakes me
with pious feeling
On my window
Begins a live show
On a set time
Chirps alaram
Sun rays
Merged with sky
piercing my eyes
Opening them wide
It's time to show
A face to world
Gone yesterday
Welcomes new flow
A cup of tea
While it brews
Awakening wide
Sleeping Senses
What more
can i ask for
When these tricks
Played on me
Feeling fresh
Along them
i am blessed
a happy morning
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Prompt : 2
Surreal Poem
A Lesson for Glutton
An Owl
Sitting on a kitchen table
Sleeping daytime
Working whole night,
In the kitchen sink
Water flows like river.
A miracle happens
When nothing works right
Oysters are added to dishes
And they taste good
A temper of glutton rise
A food flows in gutter
Gutter of stomach,
Realization dawns
salt was added in heaps of spoon
Owl flies
As an elusive species
On the table was heard
A thunder! A thud!
What was that sound!!
Something fell
It was glutton - he fell
He had eaten an oysters
Added was…
heaps of salt and Cheese
Seeing this owl
felt happy
Sings a song
A song “my choice is my freedom”
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