Where Are You, Now?


Waiting to Fall In Love Again

Where Are You, Now?

Waiting to see the moon turning blue again

Waiting to pick the flower with the fragrance of moon

Waiting to hear your favourite tune on guitar for the flowery hours

Waiting to fixate my eyes on phone while breaking the guitar

Waiting to go in the rain while dropping tears over the phone

Waiting to live in the moon again after the rain

Where are you, now?

I Want to Follow the Rules


Last day of NaPoWriMo2015 Challenge and the score is 30/30. Challenge’s Nailed! 🙂

I So Want to Follow the Rules

Day 30

I so Want to Follow the Rules

What if

You go to top of the mountain

Take a sip of cranberry juice

And pour the rest on you to make a stain

*

What if

You go to office

Take ten grams of marijuana

And dance over your shit

*

What if

You go to some federal office

Take out some weird book with candles

Read out some black magic

*

I remembered

Those people told me to follow the rule

Then they went back to their strategy

And manipulate the terms with money-boom!

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The Fountain, The Cloud & The Bridge


The poem is based on the prompt ‘Bridge’ given in NaPoWriMo Blog.

The Fountain The Cloud & The Bridge

Day 28

The Fountain, The Cloud & The Bridge

A long lost cloud

Touched the top mountain

Wishing to rain

On this precious fountain

*

Easy as it seemed

The memoirs of love remained in the heart

The sky became limited

Only the royal bridge could reach to the crust

*

 A bridge

That could associate two loved one

A bridge

That could connect the chanter

A bridge

That could enhance the possibilities of random outcome

A bridge

That could lead the history on memorandum

*

On the deep valley, under thousands of stars

The fountain is still waiting to be filled again

And within the miserable lane through the sky

The cloud is still looking for that bridge to rain!

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Avatar in You


Avatar

Day 16

Avatar in You

Taking a first step

To the door stairway

Brings the moon closer

That displays a new runway

*

I can hear

The vibration from the door far away

Possibly from the merciless land

A tyrant would have come this way

*

“The sin what you have done

Price, you all have to pay

I will pick every single foxy people here,

Chop their head and serve it to the golden tray”

*

I could follow the sound from the door

And had a chance to climb and get away

But I decided to rather stay

A flicker spark inside me pulled me back

And grant the divine power to bring new Avatar

“I, in the name of lord, command you to surrender right away!”

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An Orange Flick in Me


An Orange Flick

Day 10

An Orange Flick in Me

Some say I am jovial by nature;

Back to my cage,

I hang myself to the roof,

Hold my color brush

And try to draw a 3-D flying miniature;

*

My sister says she couldn’t see me for a while;

Back to the center of Earth,

I push myself on the edge,

Twist the core for the reverse spin

And try to go back into the time;

*

I say I am an orange;

Coz at the middle of my heart,

There are all kinds of mixed emotional fluctuations,

Juicy and pulpy, swingy and frisky

But need to be calm and happy outside, strange?

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Johnny’s Choice


Johnny's Choice

Day 09

Johnny’s Choice

It seems so confusing

What’s right, what’s wrong?

People have a tendency to follow

See the crowd, quickly get along;

*

What if I don’t want to join them,

Instead I prefer to stand right here

“Oh, don’t make a fool of yourself Johnny,

No doubt, they will give you awkward stare;

*

The droplets of desire

What you wish to spray,

They will tarnish it

And put you in this ‘fantabulous’ race!

*

You still want to move against this stream

By spreading out the dreamy feather,

Supersede the fallacy with your innocence

And tip your toe for big amazement in the devious weather?”

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I Write a Day


I Write a Day3

I Write a Day

Black angel

From the Mockingjay kingdom

Brought the delightful morning

By making a cup of coffee using memorandum;

*

I highlighted the absence of her

Attaching few drops of tears,

But she didn’t listen

And kept on making blood smears;

*

The waking up part was not so fancy,

It cracked the moon inside me.

I lied and cried for the twisted tale,

She poured a glass of wine beneath this half-grown tree;

*

I could have tried much harder

To reap the seed in a much better way,

I tossed up the coin under the blessing of her,

“Yet another choice, for just another day!”

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