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Let Me Come Out Of This Jar
Let Me Come Out Of This Jar
Through the wall glass
While analyzing
I saw
Someone was walking
Outside
Unwantedly crying
*
With the sad face
Suddenly,
He turned
Looking at me furiously
It was afternoon
‘This world’ was empty
*
I trembled
And stepped backward
Assuming
He won’t unlock ‘this jar’
By tossing
The cap up in the star
*
It was
Just a matter of time
I blinkingly found
One more jar, ‘same type’
‘Same man’
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.
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I, Aquarius!
I, Aquarius!
It was a hemispherical cloud
Where the pristine imagination resided
And when the Aquarius tucked in all
Other stars screamed and shouted
*
The moon with its camera
Captured all of it under the shine
But the wisdom circle infused more power
The Aquarius was now prone to cry
*
Here comes the daylight
A sign of the Sun
With the beginning of rainbow
Delightful Aquarius smiles at cloud and run!
29th poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 series!
Do you believe in Zodiac sign? What’s yours? Tell in the comment section.
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Sometimes, Life Jokes Around
Let me have a word
With him;
Because honestly,
Winning is not everything,
But if you assure the joker
That you missed him
And in your helplessness,
You forgot the art of whining,
Then you have a good chance
To amuse him
And pleasure of
Taking the joy of shining!
23rd poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 series!
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The Misspelled IdentIty
The Misspelled IdentIty
9 out of 10 times
I disguised as a vengeful character
With the traits
Of hurting and delusional traitor;
*
Looking at the larger sky,
I wonder what stars would be thinking,
Giving the signs of unbreakable struggle
Or push my blind curves onto deleted reeling;
*
Often I conceive such ideas
As nasty bump-kicking blaster,
But for the better or worse,
I sulk in the misery of tied-up power;
*
So all the shines of my pride,
I don’t care what you say;
My lackluster imbalanced life
Would take me to the briskish day!
13th Entry of NaPoWriMo 30-Day Poetry Challenge.
Little unusual but could you relate to it? What is your thought about this? Tell me in comment section below.
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A Moment of Paper
Oh paper slips into the wind
And flies like a plane;
It looks mad and little upset
Which creates the random strain;
*
Who would have thought
This girl would paint this paper with blood,
While penning the synopsis
Of her musical pathos and lyrical hum;
*
Once the paper got down to the ground,
It was happy on the tickling grassy floor
With lots of aroused amusement
And it started laughing to its core;
*
Well pity to that person
Who was not part of this cheerful moment;
Because she was busy tearing up this paper
For her black labeled past statement!
The 9th poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 challenge! Well living in past and tearing it up right now? Tell me on the comment section.
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