Freaking Fat, Ferociously Failed!


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Pic Credit: Trail Runner Magazine

Freaking Fat, Ferociously Failed!

A nice cheesy look

Of that creamy little pie,

Calling me by its name,

A temptation to attempt the sin and try;

A big fat birdy, sweet tooth – they called me.

That’s my old dumb life!

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Now, I am on a path of change

To achieve the BNA (Brand New Attitude),

Running all around and trying not to stare at my waist.

“You need to lose your waist, dude!”

Thrashed my cinnamon green tea.

I stirred my anger in the peaceful rue!

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I tripped on the highest tower,

Winged my body for the most difficult Yoga position.

If I had a fake nose now

I’d be called a clown or a magician.

That’s not what I wanted to infer,

But apparently, it’s the beer talking to my intuition!

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Let it all come out in a big case of donuts,

A yellow cake and some alcohol!

“Focus, buddy, focus!”

My small-talk friend held me and made me whole!

She looked right at me and said,

“I am sorry. Do you need a compliment, you big fat bore?”

This is the Fourth poem in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge.

The song of the day is a little fun one (Maybe, you won’t like it) Do you love me

Please read this poem without a blink and a thought. Perhaps, you would relate to the hallucinating part! If yes, feel free to comment on how. If no, then let me know why!

I am Shivesh – Poet, Writer, Actor, Theatre Artist and Now also becoming, Filmmaker (amateur).

A Man without a Head


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A Man without a Head

In the yellow light of paradise
I walked in for delight
Brink shore in hallucinating land
I waged for new life

I dug up the whole city
Ran through the realm, waste!
Rebooted my dexterity, somehow
But what I found was ‘A man without a head’

Brick by brick I stored everything
Swing by swing I held my breath
But this man couldn’t seem to grow up
Instead, He was demonically wandering on the lane

I wept whole night at the sea
Trying to figure out what went wrong
He tapped on my back in his well suited dress
“Don’t punish yourself, be strong!”

Oh Rupert, Get me out of here


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Oh Rupert, Get me out of here!

A blood coloured brick wall

Where there were no windows to glance,

It felt like little marijuana mixed in the air

Which kept my mind hallucinating, in state of trance,

Those annoying whispers plugged into my ears,

Oh Rupert, Get me out of here!

 

The acidic rain just crawled down,

Burning all my charismatic character,

A solid giant mud pie were giving me company,

Grabbing me in to their heartless outlander,

To redeem my story back on the track I shouted

Oh Please Rupert, Get me out of here!

 

A lightening strikes few miles away with massive sound,

Almost annihilated all of the city,

A turbulent wave of wind started twisting around me,

Spreading fade vision to my eyes, oh Almighty!

Finally I, out of misery, cried out of my nerve

Rupert! Get me out of here…

Get me out of here…

Out of here…

 

And I opened my eyes,

In this sunny day, no one was around,

My utterly perplexed mind abbreviating emotion,

I started feeling dizzy by ‘silence’ sound,

Suddenly it comes to my head, asking like a favour,

Oh Rupert, put me back there!