Time It, Sailor!


Time It

Time it, sailor!

Otherwise, it could be tormenting

As you go by the clock

Time could be relishing;

*

With the hindrance

Of the most beautiful event

I prefer to walk alone

Time wouldn’t need to be stopping;

*

O’ righteous path, o’ righteous you

Music ain’t my present

I long for my high end vocal

As like the time, I am running!

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Still, A Long Way To Go!


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During the process of learning

And unlearning

A little puts the fire inside me

To fill the enthusiasm in my will

*

Huh, from where I have started

And to where I am headed

With a smile, once I look back to that day

Definitely, I have come a long way!

28th poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 series!

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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!

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.”

National Poetry Writing Month

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Rainbow in the Room


Rainbow in the Room

Rainbow in the Room

The choice he made,

A price he was meant to pay,

His dignity was on stake,

Still, he had no words to say;

*

What was wrong with him?

How far he could go beyond the sky?

Why did he choose rainbow as his destiny?

Someday he would ask himself to learn more, not to defy!

*

“The most stubborn kid from the out-lander,

What do you want to prove?”

He smiled and whispered,

“I would like keep this rainbow in my room!”

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Oh Happenings!


Oh happenings!

When are you going to stop

Airing my well-wished bubble?

When do you go, pack your bag

So behind the clouds, again I would stumble?

 *

Why is it hard for you

To grant me my precious pride?

Why do you say always

‘You just need more time’?

 *

Time is the only thing I bargain with,

Will someday the dream would come true?

The attire of my broken attitude is chipped again

And you say, don’t worry,

Something’s out there for you!

Ahoy Boy!


He is quite an ‘Ahoy’ boy,

Nuisance in his innocence

Has no sense of woe

Venturing for his essence

*

Ideology never excites him

Instead, he visions for new personality

He is an insomniac

Failing on his skills, ah so lazy!

*

He knows this indifference,

But dream paints him as crazy

He has to run, run for the mile

Seek for the triumph, eventually

*

Oh teacher!

What if he demolished himself

On the path of his eventful journey

What if he chaotically found himself lost

On the verge of his stupidity

*

I guess on that day

He would go awry

Try to reason with his misfortune

Tangibly hurt himself for his deficiency

*

But hey Teacher!

He will mold himself again

Take blessing for specialty

Hustle for the amiss divine

Oh teacher, just give him the vitality!