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Nocturnal’s 3 AM
Often, at three in the morning,
The norm of the silence
Takes over my panicky mind
Like the adrenaline
Rushes through the superlative thoughts
And lands straight to the ultimate desire
I would do anything,
Talk for hours,
Listen to the Bahamas,
Sleep during the shower,
Touch myself without feeling guilty,
Hush or shush my inside crier!
You would draw contours and conclude, “Happiness?”
I would retort, “What’s that, Hmmm?”
The miracle of felicity scents in striving.
Let this just be a struggle and keep mum!
Then the dawn emanates the horrendous scream of the world
Now I would sleep, my friend, until you come!
The 22nd poem on the 24th day in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge.
The song of the day is Sooha Saha from a Hindi film Highway.
Are you nocturnal? If yes, then you might have related to what I explained in the morning. Let me know in the comment section what do you do at 3 AM if you are awake.
A Dream Before You Sleep
Oh the mammoth sun stroke
Has now dawned upon them!
And with a dull lackluster gesture,
The humongous monsters are snatching the gem.
The gullible prince of a red kingdom
Frowned upon the firefly
Which are gliding from the sky
The boy has shown the tenacious fight
Bleeding through those giants
But the flying creatures
Atrociously attacked him with the paced ride
Is he defeated,
The one with too many adversaries,
Lying there for them
To exhaust ‘your’ brain and energy?
Will you get up again
For another lime of time?
Could you count the number of smaller wins
Every time you stride?
Answer tomorrow, once you wake up
Rest till the end of this dusky night!
21st poem of NaPoWriMo 2017 series!
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A Letter underneath My Pillow
It’s hard to say the exact word now
What I used to say in those days
But I must try to hear it in my mind
And spell it out for you if you forget
The bus stop, the mingling park
The laughter club and the rooster annoyance
I made my hardest effort
Not to feel your presence
But like the unstoppable political crunches
Your thought has embodied in me
And I can’t fake it as normal anymore
“You are my shadow and I am your blink
Give my empathy to the light
They are not true like you and me!”
He taps on everyone’s mind
And listens to what’s inside him;
She thinks of a leaf reaching to the ground
And tries to feel the texture in it;
A series of filaments
Keeps emitting the source of knowledge
Both unravels the idea attached
And transcends it into a creative phase
At times, they both smile
While watching the old memories
He ticks the box of chocolates,
She crunches the chocolate boxes;
Hindrance what they often used to find
Let it strain their hearts in agony
They forgot the meaning of those interactions
And immersed their heads in the ‘being practical’ philosophy!
Found You, Maybe!
Smiled at you,
Looked at you,
High on this passionate moment
But didn’t forget to blink at you,
Lifted my hand to touch you
Real, indeed real it is;
Those beautiful dazzling eyes of you!
I had to measure my height
So, came closer to you,
Just like the glorious historical tale,
Wondering what to say to you;
It was hell of heat out there
But I flickered to show my coolness to you;
Silly, it may be,
But you are the key to discover ‘me’,
Possibly, the dearest one,
Yes, you are the one!
Lost somewhere between pick and choose,
I, for the true love, finally kissed you!
21st poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 series!
How passionately you love! No matter how many times we write the same old love story it still feels refreshing every time. Does this remind you anything at all?
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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!
National Poetry Writing Month
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