Oh, Minion Fails To Lose


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While simplifying any problem

Your face derives the emoted expression;

And with the background of light purplish color,

You can be viewed as delighted minion

*

Your fascinating walk

At the brink of the highest fall

Can generate the utmost power

To live the dream you saw and grow tall!

27th poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 series!

I am sure you all have loved Minions. something they teach us. Never lose a chance to have fun. Agree? If you have any thought in your mind for this poetry share it on the comment section.

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Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!


Nightmare Of A Summer Painter
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Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!

He was afraid

The pitch was going to be drained

Where time became irrelevant,

Vision had lost its lifetime fuel,

Lyrics of the prime song became insignificant

Bounded by explicit or maybe, implicit rule

*

The summer painter wondered all night

Thinking about the winter road,

Discoloring the substantial amount of ride

Just to sleep in the dream store

What to catch, where to hide

Struggling with overflow of ideas at the universe core!

Rain, O Rain!


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Rain, O Rain!

Rain, O Rain!

Take a dip – deep blow

Why aren’t you happy?

Like the ocean waves

Flaunting on the tale of the shore,

It seems you are angry

Can’t you see how much I’ve adored you!

Rain, O Rain!

Take a sip – deep blow

Why aren’t you here with me?

Like the million water drops

Galloping on the wind’s call,

It seems you’ve decided to leave

Can’t you see how much I’ve missed you!

Rain, O Rain!

Take a hint – spell snow

An Awkward Confession


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An Awkward Confession

The wire of sentiments

Are filled in the people’s heart

They teach you so many lessons

But failed to process on the real quad

*

While putting the armour around their waist

They seek to believe on all those positive signs,

But when it’s time to fight

They will run back to the simple life

*

Huh! It must’ve been hard to

Make a void in their loop

With a pint of truth and cowardliness

They seem to be happy by peeping through their hoop

*

Between ‘The Sour Taste of Success’

And ‘The Juicy Sweetness of Failure’

They choose nothing.

And they sing a wishful song during their tenure

*

You could sip your plain coffee

By ignoring a spoon with a big sugar cube

Just need a bit of courage to dream

and avoid the future-awkwardness of facing You?

An Ultimate way to Win


An Ultimate way to Win

Day 25

An Ultimate way to Win

There may be

Hundred ways to kill the mockingjay

There may be

Thousands ways to begin the success tale

But I would rather go and enjoy

Those infinite possibilities to fail

For experiencing the aroma of success

At the end!

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Side Effect of being a Fool


Side-Effect of being a Fool

Day 24

Side Effect of being a Fool

The remedies of pestered conversation can be

The twisting plot of vengeance

With lecture of smart lessons

For making an ultimate silence;

*

The fool will try harder,

Bake your head, talk it loud

And blabber million curses

But you make sure he won’t get a doubt;

*

After all this hotchpotch,

Once you formed the prospect to demolish,

The question will be raised,

“Who is the real foolish?”

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I Found a Penny


I Found A Penny

Day 21

I Found a Penny

Standing on the metro street

He was looking for something,

In suit-boot and tie

He seemed very rich;

*

On his up and down movement

People started staring,

With his constant wasted efforts

He looked extremely worried;

*

I crossed the road by covering 24 yards

Tossed myself to make the appearance,

He noticed but waited for my question,

“Which path goes to the st. Mark Mansion?”

*

To continue his search process

He pretended like he was in hurry;

“Did you lose something?”

“Yes, a Penny. My Lucky Penny!”

*

I thought for a while,

“Can I have his penny?”

I reached to my left pocket

To offer him my penny

*

He turned up his eyes with a proud smile

And In sunshine, his face was fading

“Oh great, you found it?

From now, this will be your lucky penny!

Keep it.”

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