I, Aquarius!


I Aquarius - 29

I, Aquarius!

It was a hemispherical cloud

Where the pristine imagination resided

And when the Aquarius tucked in all

Other stars screamed and shouted

*

The moon with its camera

Captured all of it under the shine

But the wisdom circle infused more power

The Aquarius was now prone to cry

*

Here comes the daylight

A sign of the Sun

With the beginning of rainbow

Delightful Aquarius smiles at cloud and run!

29th poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 series!

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A Moment of Paper


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Oh paper slips into the wind

And flies like a plane;

It looks mad and little upset

Which creates the random strain;

*

Who would have thought

This girl would paint this paper with blood,

While penning the synopsis

Of her musical pathos and lyrical hum;

*

Once the paper got down to the ground,

It was happy on the tickling grassy floor

With lots of aroused amusement

And it started laughing to its core;

*

Well pity to that person

Who was not part of this cheerful moment;

Because she was busy tearing up this paper

For her black labeled past statement!

The 9th poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 challenge! Well living in past and tearing it up right now? Tell me 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!

A Walking Boy


A Lost Lyric

Day 20

A Walking Boy

I was walking in a garden

Like people cut in a second

One hundred trees;

The lane was clear

And my muse was empty

But I found there a sweet honey bee

I took her for the helping hands

But she bit me

And got her free

My mind was confused

My pain was killing

And the rain fell down like tip-tip-tee

I closed my eyes

And enjoyed the rain

But the lightening strike made me to flee

Now I was walking on a street

Like people run on a life

To become rich

My friend once said

Life is a song and we all are singer

Then why don’t you just sing with me?

National Poetry Writing Month

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