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!

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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!”

A Genie in a Bottle


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A Genie in a Bottle

A light musical note of trumpets in the air,

Room was full of silence

With green dim lights on the wall

And Full moon was peeping through darkness.

 

Paintings were hanging all over, reeling souvenir,

A mewing voice of cat, resentful!

Those curtains were blowing in the breezy wind,

One black diamond was shining at open door, wonderful!

 

A table was kept in the middle,

Where a glass jar with wooden cap was placed at the center,

One flexible, flying blue body with sadness in his face

was locked inside, oh dear!

 

He was hitting the bottle wall with his tiny hand,

Poor devil, mourning for his lost power, humming.

Curiously you pulled the cap, freed the blue genie,

Oh look at that, he was full happy and dancing!

 

He roamed all over the corner

created a magical sparkle clap, cheering!

He came over to you then and asked

Would you like to wish for something?

Struggle to Survive


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Struggle to Survive!

Precious moment of my failure raga,

I reckoned to emphasize on my artistry.

They came in bunches and battled with me,

I decided to never break down in my territory.

 

The time was very difficult

But I had to face my fear bravely.

In a moment, the frustration lingered into my brain,

I was puzzled whether to fight or stop anonymously

 

Lots of people around were walking, talking,

All this noise annoyed me continuously.

I covered my both ears and shouted all over the world,

Ran like hell and laughed till my tears came out rapidly.

 

I looked everywhere for help,

Found nothing but defeated bunch of losers.

Suddenly, one gorgeous girl with blood stained face,

Extremely tired, smiled at me and went back to fight, pleaser!

 

I was exhausted, feeling sleepy,

So, pushed my body down and closed my eyes, me dreamer!

And I saw phenomenal lightening coming from white leaf tree,

One loud voice intruded into my eardrum, ‘oh fight you waster!’

 

I opened my eyes, enlightened,

I saw the same girl, struggling but looking at me.

I smiled at her and lifted my determined sword,

Hoped in again to the battlefield and kept myself free!