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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Oh Snap, Not The World War Again!


Oh Snap Not The World War Again-6

A flying coin

Raced toward the red door

Inside the periphery of

So called white pigeon world;

*

That sappy argument started,

As always, from a dubious rumour,

Inching heavier and heavier to fussing fight

Of a decade long episode for an unhopeful warrior!

*

It was a hint of tinkling bell of dystopia,

Pacify the mourn on the human evolution;

The coin hit the floor, amazing silence indeed,

Again it versified another chapter on future demolition!

This is 6th entry on the 6th day of NaPoWriMo 2016 Challenge. Do you really think the world is prone to ultimate and that also on some silly non-sense? Share your thought about it and how the reading experience of this poem was! Comment section is just right below.

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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!

Life Is Poetry!


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Life Is Poetry

On an empty street

A rainbow umbrella,

And I wore a red Pajama;

Sure, the day is kind of rainy

Indeed, Life is Poetry!

From the shelves of Poetry Jukebox.

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!

National Poetry Writing Month

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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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