Bewitched


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Bewitched

“Nay!” He said

And turned his feet away from her.

The lady’s eyes, however,

Fixated on those steps of this stranger.

“Requiem?” She stuttered

And pictured a naked lady from Harbinger.

The man, with his witty outlook,

Nodded in his ballistic tone,

But sniffed the possible danger.

“Right away, your majesty!” She whispered

And commenced her mystical hymn in her voice so tender.

He, with his heavy and drunk eyelids,

Shrunk to his phallus

And eventually, embellished as a ring in her pinky finger!

The Twelfth poem in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge. This poem taps a small mystical story.

The song of the day is classical and the best relaxer music ever made – Beethoven Moonlight Sonata

Read this poem with a sense of emptiness. Did you like the new treatment or, it’s a miss for you? – either case, please share your opinion in the comment section.

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

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Let Me Come Out Of This Jar


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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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Satan’s Customer Care


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Is your blood getting violet and darker,

Or are you hallucinating about the nightingale?

No hurry to answer, take your time;

Your life is anyway boring and mundane!

*

Beware! do not talk about God,

We are not so popular among them!

Keep your voice as loud as you can,

Screaming and scaring are our proud traits!

*

Oh, forgot to tell you

That we have Anti-God syrup;

If suffering from God’s law of nature

Use it with demonic water after stirring up;

*

You seem so silent, worried?

I assure this conversation is volatile

And if someone knows about it

We demons are always available at 666; just dial!

This is the 8th poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 Challenge. How did you feel by just reading the title or full poem? Tell me in a comment section.

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Butterfly Boy


First time I have written a poem based pre-set prompt by NaPoWriMo. Today’s Prompt is hay(na)ku created by Eileen Tabios. So, here it is.

Journey to Survive

Day 27

Butterfly Boy

Mystery

Chases you,

Leading the sky

*

Reality

Teaches you

How to fly

*

Verity

Shows you

Nausea of lie

*

History

Makes you

Stronger than Butterfly

*

Dreamy

For you

But let’s try!

National Poetry Writing Month

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The ‘Shush’ Syndrome


The Shush Syndrome

Day 23

The ‘Shush’ Syndrome

Breath

Just breath

Can you hear it?

Are you able to identify it?

*

Determine

Who is behind this sound?

Speculate

How did it spread all around?

*

Try to remember

Where were you?

The big lamp what you are looking at,

How does it connected with you?

*

Oh… did you feel the vibrations?

Is this what they call awareness?

To decipher this maze

You need to see beyond the darkness;

*

Be careful

For every action you make

It can fade the soul behind this joyous mystery

Be a motionless warrior, savour the silence!

National Poetry Writing Month

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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!”

Let me put my goggle on


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Let me put my goggle on! 

I tend to talk with people,

Keep smile with cherishing eyes,

No wonder, they want to know more about me

But I reckon I am empty inside.

So, I freeze the awkward moment and say,

Let me take the goggle and put my eyes behind.

 

Still I happen to interact with them,

Involve in friendship-relationship mine,

Suddenly I got a feeling, they would go forever,

Then I would be lonely again and would whine.

So, I fume an illusion and whisper,

Let me take the goggle and put my eyes behind.

 

After all this I made friends and love,

Share the story and try to connect with them, oh sigh!

As I told before, eventually, they are gone

And I, a lonesome soul, keep remember them and rhyme.

So, I steal the painful time and shout,

Let me take the goggle and put my eyes behind.

 

When I think back for a while,

I come to understand my whole life.

It has been in scared, panic, ignorant,

And a frustrated world with phony smile.

So, I break my superstitious pot and utter words

Let me take off the goggle and stop being king of satire.