Everything – Day 24 of #NaPoWriMo

I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished mango smoothie
still cold

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
“one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams’

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything

Limited – Day 23 of #NaPoWriMo

We miss out the dimensions
the way we see the world
It is all present but
I am just missing the perception
It is all lost in time and space
how different would it be
You see me with your lens
how much do you, apart from the face

It is all given,
Various notes are taken
I am just in my zone
with thoughts I have grown
I am biased
my limits of knowledge
how much could I gather
ignorance to be blamed

Everyone is online
seeking information
is it all present
what is the real design
Do we just exist
a body and no purpose
are we as important
Like everyone insists

And as life ceases
and cycle proceeds
The time passes on its pace
It is all forgotten
what intervention
when would it come
the truth is present
but still remains unseen

Muse – Day 22 of #NaPoWriMo

Oh, all the things you could be
If I wasn’t a mere fantast
Taking refuge in the solitary
Of my chamber.

The next Mona Lisa in the Louvre
Or the Bohemian Rapsody
Or the greatest film of all time, which was never made
Or maybe I’ll be the next William Wordsworth
And you, my muse

The vital to my soul
A Novocain to my pain
The yin to my yang
June to my Cash

But yet, here I sit
And decide to do noting
I learnt it the hard way
That potential isn’t a promise
If anything,
Potential, is the inception of a grandiose self-demolishing
For they said I got so much potential
So, I thought- I thought- I could just waste a little of them
Now, I got all wasted
          Left with nothing
                    Watch everything slip away
                              Through my very fingers
In the desert of sand,
I am a quicksand
Hell bent on bringing everyone down
In the desert of water,
Atlantic would never had a chance with me
For I have Titanic at my bottom
I call it my home now
I live with sea monsters
In the form of every child’s imagination

I’ll pretend that I finally had peace
And bring desert storms
And thunderstorms
And every disaster
At my wake
I’ll particularly choose one fine beautiful morning

Take it world
This is what you get
For saying the word ‘potential’

I hope there’re ones like me
Who’d do the same
For the words: ‘hope’, ‘eternal love’
And the ultimate line,
‘It’s not you, it’s just me’
Because I know it’s definitely me

May all of us bring you down
I can already see us forming an army
Like the skeletons in the Triumph of Death
Maybe if they never said the word,
I would’ve been the one who painted it
And hang it next to the alleged next Mona Lisa that you’d be
In the Louvre

Stuck with me – Day 21 of #NaPoWriMo

Hey,
I used to read your poems
but lately you don’t write
you’re silent and aloof
you know that isn’t right.
We were once pals, with talks of poems & proses
but now everything’s different, almost gone
You know that just as much as I do
Yet you can’t close a door once opened
you can’t abolish all your dreams
you’re a poet of the heart
mustn’t fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit’s not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you’ve been taught.
I used to read your poems
I’d read them once again
if you would send them out
Things would be so different though,
If only you stuck with me

INT. K’s HOME – NIGHT
A job that once set out in different places,
I travelled through different times & eras
From Shillong in the 1970s,
To futuristic AI appearing in seconds
Among the crowd in a make-believe set,
I envisioned it so,
I’ve created it all
I’ve enacted it all
Under the tip of my pen,
Or across those document pages in PC
Characters with conflicts
Antagonists with genuine back stories
Broken relationships,
Reflecting in their subconscious
Happy endings
Tragic ending
Like the one I had when covid hit the world
Alas, it didn’t stick with me

I’ll tell you what stuck with me though,
The drawing that I once made
A girl was lying down sideways,
Her eyes and lips flowing like a river
As though her life was wasting away
Like her very self
Like water
Not going to lie, times were dark
For the girl right there and for me too
Perhaps that’s why,
I pictured myself getting washed away too
And out came that drawing
That I hung on my living room wall,
Everytime I look at it, I was reminded
Of those dark times in life
And how I will draw again,
For another heartbreak

Here’s a question you can’t answer though,
What sticks with you?
And why will it fade off your memories someday?

Sweet Dreams – Day 20 of #NaPoWriMo

a taste of frozen snow
how about pistachio
chocolate fountain
or vanilla chateau
could be strawberry fields
maybe mixed
with honey and wine
or collected from
the lower slopes of
confection perfection

call it what you like:
Dondurma,
Kulfi,
Cornets with Cream,
perhaps like Agnes,
Queen of Ices,
wading deeper
into blissful sugar,
waffling
back and forth
in endless
flavored dreams

that being said, guess the number of calories in this poem.

Meteor (Haiku) – Day 19 of #NaPoWriMo

Meteor Shower,

A gentle wave

We let it wet our sandals

Why – Day 18 of #NaPoWriMo

The greatest wisdom is so easily destroyed
Brought low by the innocence of a child
The greatest minds of the earth
Philosophers, scientists, leaders
They can never answer the simplest question

Why?

The truth is we know nothing
We know how some things may work
But we do not know why they work
We know the arrangement but not the purpose
We can mimic but never improve upon
A least a child has no pride to be hurt
So they fear not to ask

Why?

And there is only one answer
To every why in the universe
It is accessible to everyone
Should you only become humble
Shedding the useless weight
That the world has imposed upon you  
There is nothing to lose but pride
A benefit to any who try it

And after all Why Not?

Next Masterpiece – Day 17 of #NaPoWriMo

Deviating from today’s prompt because it was a pretty busy day, thanks in advance for reading

xx

Oh, all the things you could be
If I wasn’t a mere fantast
Taking refuge in the solitary
Of my chamber.

The next Mona Lisa in the Louvre
Or the Bohemian Rapsody
Or the greatest film of all time, which was never made
Or maybe I’ll be the next William Wordsworth
And you, my muse

The vital to my soul
A Novocain to my pain
The yin to my yang
June to my Cash

But yet, here I sit
And decide to do noting
I learnt it the hard way
That potential isn’t a promise
If anything,
Potential, is the inception of a grandiose self-demolishing
For they said I got so much potential
So, I thought- I thought- I could just waste a little of them
Now, I got all wasted
          Left with nothing
                    Watch everything slip away
                              Through my very fingers
In the desert of sand,
I am a quicksand
Hell bent on bringing everyone down
In the desert of water,
Atlantic would never had a chance with me
For I have Titanic at my bottom
I call it my home now
I live with sea monsters
In the form of every child’s imagination

I’ll pretend that I finally had peace
And bring desert storms
And thunderstorms
And every disaster
At my wake
I’ll particularly choose one fine beautiful morning

Take it world
This is what you get
For saying the word ‘potential’

I hope there’re ones like me
Who’d do the same
For the words: ‘hope’, ‘eternal love’
And the ultimate line,
‘It’s not you, it’s just me’
Because I know it’s definitely me

May all of us bring you down
I can already see us forming an army
Like the skeletons in the Triumph of Death
Maybe if they never said the word,
I would’ve been the one who painted it
And hang it next to the alleged next Mona Lisa that you’d be
In the Louvre

Much to lose – Day 16 of #NaPoWriMo

These standing stones have stood the test of time
but who are you
and what are you
and why?

As brief as mist, as transient, as pale..
Inconsequential mayfly!

Perhaps the thought of love inspired hope?
Do midges love? Do stars bend down to see?
Do gods commend the kindnesses of ants
to aphids? Does one eel impress the sea?

Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do the stars
regret the glowworm’s stellar mimicry
the day it dies? Does not the world grind on
as if it’s no great matter, not to be?

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose.
And yet somehow you’re everything to me.

Season of dislikes – Day 15 of #NaPoWriMo

There are days when I strongly dislike everything
And I mean, EVERYTHING
From the way I wake up to the sunlight outside
From the way I brush my hair to the way I walk
From the coffee I drink to the reasons I can’t sleep at night
I think you get the picture of my dislike season
And it seems to me my dislike is for no reason
Once in a while I feel like I don’t belong here but-
It stands to reason
If I don’t know where I belong
Doesn’t it mean I just belong here?