Picture Credit: Peintures Surréalistes de Cyril Rolando
A Missing Report of The Beast
I’ve lost the beast
When I was busy
Embracing the sinister
In this lovely city.
Perhaps, he felt ignored
By my unsettling excitement
for the newfound curiosity
It was not exactly my fault.
The city was rumbling
With tons of devious plots
Some cynical characters
And lots of werewolves around
Who always lift the flags of
Political agendas and gains
Breaking news normalisation
And preposterous joke
The introduction of
Surprising elements every minute
Hooked my I-want-to-be-included mind.
But after a million years,
I eventually felt empty and pathetic
And got bored and tired
Now, when I looked back
He already had left my turf.
I searched everywhere
The unlimited sky and the blazing hum.
But dare, I could find him!
I miss his cunning laugh
and the rant about his cult.
There could be one place I must look,
He might be sleeping in my crooked heart.
The 24th poem on the 26th day in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge. Let the inner beast beat you for once.
The song of the day is Skyfall sung by Adele.
What do you think the world is turning into? Let me know in the comment section.
Picture Credit: Fiveprime
Nocturnal’s 3 AM
Often, at three in the morning,
The norm of the silence
Takes over my panicky mind
Like the adrenaline
Rushes through the superlative thoughts
And lands straight to the ultimate desire
I would do anything,
Talk for hours,
Listen to the Bahamas,
Sleep during the shower,
Touch myself without feeling guilty,
Hush or shush my inside crier!
You would draw contours and conclude, “Happiness?”
I would retort, “What’s that, Hmmm?”
The miracle of felicity scents in striving.
Let this just be a struggle and keep mum!
Then the dawn emanates the horrendous scream of the world
Now I would sleep, my friend, until you come!
The 22nd poem on the 24th day in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge.
The song of the day is Sooha Saha from a Hindi film Highway.
Are you nocturnal? If yes, then you might have related to what I explained in the morning. Let me know in the comment section what do you do at 3 AM if you are awake.
The Mundane Tale of Summer
One day, a giant amphibian,
At the door of the diabolic mountain,
Felt thirsty and hungry in the Western Ghats
While exploring the dense forest terrain.
It waited and prayed for the rains for years,
Crawling over every leaf, strolling at the edge of the slope.
The jungle has started drying, becoming brown,
So, it ran to the city with a hope.
After days of struggle, it realises
That a human had what it had desired
So, it offered its lifetime services
For a few drops of its life.
This is Seventh Poetry of NaPoWriMo 2018. This poem was written in the last 15 minutes of the day; hence, a straightforward poem with no metaphorical hints.
Please read it with some of your favourite amphibians in your mind. If you have something to say please write me in the comment section.
Pic Credits: Fiveprime
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).
Here is the video of fifth day poem written under NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge.
The poem describes my self-explanatory love for ice-cream 🍧🍧🍧 and adds some metaphors regarding global warming and the melting world.
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Stupid Adam & Eve
Adam and Eve
Went up the hill,
Loosen up their feet,
Lied down to chill;
Isolated from the world
To ignite the new relationship,
Work out on their problems
Dancing their heart out until they flipped;
They roll down to the ground.
Poor funny souls!
Want to be illogical,
And often laugh at each other’s faults!
They are mysterious not so grumpy.
Childish as they were before;
Now, who’s going to tell them
That they are in love?
Completing NaPoWriMo 2017 challenge with the 30th poem. It’s been a pleasure participating and even successfully completing the poetry month challenge four years straight in a row. I am sure that with this, I will get back enthusiasm and energy back for writing more and more, not just poetry but stories and even, a novel (ahh… a long time procrastinated dream)
If you have any thoughts share it in the comment section. I would love to hear and reply to all.
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O Specialist! Universe’s Pissed
Look up in the sky
Tilt your head in the direction of clouds
Reign of the sun frowned upon stars
Broke into the environ to give the scars
Ring the bell, hit the drum roll
Let your happiness turn into darkness
O layman! O human!
While you die, celebrate the joy of Beethoven
You thought you were so clever
When you created the artificial rose
It hails your name around the world
The beauty, you described, frantically twirled
So dream out loud, let your tech-ego excel
While mugging the nature for development cry
O inhalers! O breathers!
Let your mortal body crush into the squeezers.
No wonder the sun shines upon my life,
And it was not ordinary;
I stumbled on the rising streak
And it was not timely;
Heads up fellas, it’s coming!
Heed the advice of an old tree,
Let the rain makes the decision;
Yet I am supposed to grow up in this heat
And trust on my words setting vision;
Heads up fellas, it’s coming!
Exemplary on its core of the curve
Who claims to read the nature of distinguishableness?
Right from the beginning it hid its identity
And here I am expressing indifferences;
Gear up fellas, it came!
Vindictive for the unaccountable truth,
Lack of empathy, no prayers are granted,
I, for the love of demon, pulverize those malicious souls
And won’t stop until all are obliterated!
Fellas, it’s a new beginning after doomsday!
Let Me Come Out Of This Jar
Through the wall glass
Someone was walking
With the sad face
Looking at me furiously
It was afternoon
‘This world’ was empty
And stepped backward
He won’t unlock ‘this jar’
The cap up in the star
Just a matter of time
I blinkingly found
One more jar, ‘same type’
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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