NaPoWriMo (#28): Color Me White…

Green monster of envy
arouses the dormant devil..
Yellowed with its greed…
To a little angel’s voice..
it does not cede..
Burning with red rage,
venom it spews..
Surround me so, sins a many
pulling me down,sinking me…
Lost is the innocence, the virtue..
Black as night,evil now resides in me.
The dying heart implores…
“Color me a new,
I can not breathe, take me to light
color me now of honesty, of sacrifice,
take me to light…
O! color me white..
Color me white” !!
 
 
 

Prompt for today is to write a poem based on the color. Does this do justice to the prompt?

 
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NaPoWriMo (#27): Cancer

Eroding,
bit by bit..
Lacerating
from within..
Unleashing..
the mad dance of death.
Sapping away all vigor of life.
Poisoning..
peace of mind.
Crabby claws carving cave within..
crawling all over…breeding within.
Devouring the life from within..
 
 

The news of a friend being diagnosed with some cancerous growth gave birth to this poem. I pray for her well-being and hope to hear about her fast recovery.

 
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Culture

A boy dressed up as God Hanman(monkey God)
A bell for each wish fulfilled and each prayer answered
A whole pillar full of bells
All sizes of bells as per the capability
Nearby shop selling bright bronze bells

In the Indian culture people of all faiths believe in thanking God almighty for smallest of the wish. At some places like the Salim Chisti Dargah at Fatehpur Sikri(Agra), the culture is to tie a thread near the prayer hall and when the prayer is answered the thread has to be untied. At Ajmer Sharif Dargah people offer a chadar(sheet) made of flowers or silk or ordinary cloth according to their means.

The photographs are of a temple in Nainital where people tie bells of various sizes to show their gratitude towards the God. Hindus ring bells in temples and chant hymns in praise of God during all prayers. Again the sizes vary as per the capability of an individual.

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NaPoWriMo (#26):The Sun and Sea(part2)

The murky sea,
gobbles up hungrily,
the golden radiant sun..
enveloping in blue-black inkiness,
reining, restraining its brightness,
striving to conquer the aura…
all but in vain.
Comes dawn, emerges again the sun..
As bold, unscathed, as brightly shone..
Bestowing life, its brilliance anew..
Purging away the dark ocean,
Bathing it sparkling blue..
 
 
 

The poem #25 The Sun and Sea (part1) was all about an anger and rage being toned down to a soothing disposition  by calmness. This poem is of the view that the darkness , however it may try to eclipse the goodness will never succeed. The good will emerge unhurt, unblemished even from darkest sin.

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NaPoWriMo ( #25): The Sun and Sea (part 1)

Calm and serene ocean,
embraces the fiery ball.
dulling the scorching blaze,
lulling it with gentle waves,
quelling its flaming rage…
In mother’s arm, as snuggles a son,
In the ocean’s lap, rests the spirited sun.
With its energy spent and anger all gone,
The sea catapults it yet again,
in the black skies, among the stars…
To shimmer in its cool blue spark.
The seas stretch on,
Now to bathe in the silvery glitter,
until the dawn.
 
 
 
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NaPoWriMo ( # 24): You and Me…

I stand here,
Anchored and confused….
Going nowhere…
Above me, stars change their path
But I stand here, transfixed..
Going nowhere…
I clench my fist,
even as sands slip…
taking time away.
And I stand here…
Anchored and confused.
I wish to forget, to move ahead…
but my feet sink,
Pride has me chained…
Rooting me deeper…darker…
Is that it…
The end?
Or will there be a new dawn,
a new beginning,
When we will walk together …you and me
without the chains of doubt and ego,
to bog us down?
Just you and me…
You and Me!
 

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NaPoWriMo (# 23): What is in the tiffin..?

“Hey Mum, what did you pack for school tiffin?”
Just wait, dear, it’s a surprise!
“Is it a pie, a tart or is it a muffin?”
“Mum, what did you pack for school tiffin?”
” Mommy, I can’t guess… just give in!!”
“Oh,please let it not be veggies, but french fries…”
“Hey Mum what did you pack for school tiffin?”
Just wait, dear, it’s a surprise!    

An attempt at a fun lighthearted poem based on today’s prompt, because that is the way me and my daughter’s conversation goes on every morning.

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NaPoWriMo (# 22): A little hope, a little miracle..

The parched poor earth,
Looks heavenwards..
In want of the elixir of life,
A reason to thrive..
Hope..
Grape vine and little tendril,
Throw caution to all peril..
Clings and up it rides,
Knowing, be not cast aside
Faith…
The raging winds hoot,
threatening to uproot.
The little shoot bends to save,
to prosper , it craves..
A little prayer..
 The fire-spitting sun seethes
But out a little blade peeps
Tentatively smiles
Fights and survives..
A little miracle!
And all that is needed,
To tackle every battle
Is a little hope,
A little faith,
A little prayer
And little miracle!
 
 
 
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NaPoWriMo (# 21): To be kid again..

Those carefree nights and days…
long gone.. 
The languorous dozing..
with wings to the imagination.
in that  warm winter sun,
The star-gazing ..
on the cool sheets so white,
in those breezy summer nights,
While sploshing, mum’s mild refrain..
in that heavily pouring rain,
puddles and small paper boats,
wrapped in floral raincoats.
Oh those days, I so yearn,
when fun was the only concern.
The carefree slumber, careless mud stain..
Oh, to be kid again..
 
 
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NaPoWriMo (# 20): True love

It promises of a world so miraculous…
But its sweet pain, oh, so torturous.
Just as a cowbird, so so fickle..
Every heart, it loves to tickle.
Love, oh this Love, it does wander..
Fidelity, it does squander.
But the true love does not abscond..
To a special someone, it does respond
The true love is so exclusive
Ah, but true love so so elusive!!
 

It was difficult for me…this use of five words and so I am late. But I hope I did justice to the prompt for day 20. The words that I used are miraculous, cowbird, squander, abscond and elusive.

 
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