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A Dinner Party And The Cheese


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A Dinner Party And The Cheese

He carelessly

Picked the cheese balls

From his dine palate

While gently

Delivering some ordinary jokes

He heard from a fellow cadet

*

One cheese-ball was misplaced,

Swung directly to the ground

Landed adjacent to the soldier’s feet.

A starving rat raced

To instantly steal it without a trace of any sound.

But the military shoe plumped on the cheese!

*

The disappointed but not hopeless rat

Ran towards his hideout

Perhaps, waiting to be part of another ‘feast’!

Read my 25th poem on the 27th day of National Poetry Writing Month 2018 challenge.

What is your interpretation of the hidden story in the poem? Tell me in the comment section.

Wake Me Up When Everyone Is Dead


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Wake Me Up When Everyone Is Dead

I missed a few deadlines

Was busy disarranging some of the thoughts

It tied up with

What I do

And

What I am supposed to do

The creative curves were far from being smooth

The light moment I forbad cheering

And then,

One of my friends told me

That I complicate the simple thing

Reason?

I get bored

And can easily be distracted, in the name of Break

I was not that convinced

But for some reason, I nodded

Maybe, for the sake of friendship

It’s hard to keep up with the daily routine

When you have a million tasks in hand

And you take another million to engage

Having a social life comes as a privilege

But when it happens

I miss someone

Someone who is not here

Someone who is not willing to complete my sentence

Someone who never shares her deeper instincts

Someone who doesn’t talk much

Because I am still a stranger to her

And it’s true.

Despite this, she still comes as a song

Invigorate my mind to make me do wonder.

Also, she listens.

I guess she is not that bad.

But wait, I can’t think of her

I am not allowed to

There is an enormous amount of work to be commenced

And there’s money

There’s money

Which is hard to come by

Not everyone is willing to pay you for your hard work

I am literally fighting for every penny of mine

While continuously polishing my creative and artistic side.

And then,

The pressure of following up with the social stigma,

The political biases,

The religious disbelief,

News rants,

Everyone is literally flagging their self-bragging flyers online

Which says

“Like me, love me”

“Like me, love me”

“Like me, love me”

But unintentionally, I also beg people to like me

Yup, there is another factor needed to be considered

Despite your best effort in your desired field,

It’s important

That you promote yourself out there.

Their eyes should spot you dancing all the time

So that, they would throw some money

With the expectation

That I may make it double

With my splendid presentation.

It’s exasperating

Physically, mentally, spiritually and perhaps, universally

Oh yes, give me craps on the last word I used

You all so-called intellectual Nazi

I need to lie down

I need to lie down

I must sleep

My average sleep is 3-4 hours a day

I must sleep

I must sleep

Sleeping

Sleeping

I am not done, yet.

But for now, sleeping!

Wake me up when everyone is dead.

The eleventh poem in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge. This Slam Poetry describes my current mental state.

The song of the day is Sweet Dispositing from Tamper Trap. This is one of those songs which can go on in a loop and you won’t tired of it at all. I usually listen to it for the concentration.

You must read this poem without a hiccup in thoughts. If you have any thoughts please share in the comment section.

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

Though Freedom Is Not Free!


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Though Freedom Is Not Free!

In a distant future,

Let us be anonymous.

Wander to the path

Where no one has to tolerate us.

*

We could do anything

Pass a judgment on anyone,

Write a furious letter to the adultery committee,

Dance in a desultory fashion.

Be a bigot or an abusive hypocrite,

Read a holy book or burn the religion,

Count the people and typecast them,

Film those repugnant minds to taste their conniption.

*

Bring on the rebels,

Be impervious to those who lack imagination,

Finally, hide among proletariats.

Let the world be World for a second.

No need to become a warrior or a saint.

Let’s be anonymous

As everyone is or will be

In a distant future!

This is the Sixth poem in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge. This poem could be counted as traditional one.

The song of the day is not a song but a background score of Blade Runner 2049 – Furnace. Just plug in your earphone and let the emotion flow with the music.

Please read this poem without a blink and a thought. If you find it interesting and want to have more discussion, then drop a comment.

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

Oh, Politics!


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Oh, Politics!

It’s a game of favouritism,

Beyond the politics of setting bond;

Why would anyone join this ballistic socialism

To boast the goodness in this ambience of mourn?

*

 He pointed his finger to them

With innocence and confidence;

And the furious rage burst into his world

Felicitating the pretentious mend!

22nd poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 series!

How do you see the word ‘Politics’? Tell in the comment section.

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Puzzle Box


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Hey Newbie,

Hide behind the world;

Puzzle box is coming

To ask you about

Your name,

Your place,

Your stand,

Your race,

Your type,

Your opinion,

Your goal,

Your vision,

Your achievement,

Your extraordinary mission,

Your day till night

And you, are you bright?

*

Hey stupid,

Still standing here on this turf;

Puzzle box is angry

For the words you shout,

I am weak;

I am hiding;

I can’t speak;

I am not running;

I am strange;

I don’t ask question;

I consider myself miserable

With no clear vision;

I mostly fail;

And hell with extraordinary mission;

My night till dawn,

On the struggling path, I yawn!

*

Hey Loser,

The secret key is there to swerve;

Puzzle box is happy,

You are its new maze, scout!

This is 17th entry of NaPoWriMo Challenge on Day 17th!

Do you know who’s Puzzle Box? Are you still trying to answer all the question? Tell in the comment section.

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