Let Me Come Out Of This Jar
Through the wall glass
Someone was walking
With the sad face
Looking at me furiously
It was afternoon
‘This world’ was empty
And stepped backward
He won’t unlock ‘this jar’
The cap up in the star
Just a matter of time
I blinkingly found
One more jar, ‘same type’
Gullibly fumbling yet fine!
The last poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 series!
It was beautiful and proudly, successful ride – finishing 30 poem in 30 days – Thank You NaPoWriMo to take this initiate to motivate poet and writer like me. Well, I am taking break but will be posting every now and then.
Till that time Keep Reading Keep Humming
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?
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?”
I Write a Day
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!”