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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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NaPoWriMo (# 19): Why have you gone away..

The sky weeps,
In, the melancholy, seeps.
Lonely night and a dull day,
View from the window is all grey.
Why have you gone away?
 The bare bough cries,
As last of its green dies.
In sorrow, the yellowed leaves lay,
Oh, why have you gone away?
 My heart bleeds,
On, sadness it feeds.
I can not help feeling blue…
Oh come back now…
and take me away with you.
 
 

 

 
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NaPoWriMo (# 18): Love..

Black night drips silver,
on the musky sheets.
Jasmine scents waft in,
and the lovers, it greets.
Moon tries to peep,
but shyly, it retreats.
Heavens conspire to let love grow
so tender and sweet.
 
 
 
 
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NaPoWriMo (# 17):Welcome Home..

 
 
squirrel
A pile of dried grass and a sprig of hedge,
on my first floor window ledge.
As April heat coaxes a rest,
You choose my house for your nest.
And my silent loneliness so bitter…
Is shattered by your happy chatter.
So come, O little squirrel..
Stay with me, be my pal.
Now no need to roam..
You are here, Welcome Home! 
 
 

Today’s optional prompt was to write a poem of greeting. I hope this one is right.

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NaPoWriMo (# 16): The nest

Each twig , each twine
knocked down by the swinging pine..
Labor of love lost, destroyed.
Loneliness,
Emptiness,
emphasized…
Needed was no more the nest..
Away flew the fledglings,
On a brand new quest.
Only a moment to rue…
And away the brave bird flew..
To gather a new twig , a new twine..
 A new nest for her new bloodline.
 

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NaPoWriMo (# 15): Treasures of Childhood…

A twisted arm, a broken leg,
A frock now, more of a rag.
A hollow eye and frazzled hair,
The doll with a single shoe, not the pair.
Four little  teacups and four saucers,
Of different shapes and different colors.
Red, blue, green and a rare peach,
Four tea-sets and one from each.
Balls, hoops and box of marbles,
Uno cards and jigsaw puzzles.
Clips, bands and accessories to preen,
Shiny tiara for the little queen.
 In the attic, the little boxes,  
full of such treasures.
Reminiscent..
Of a childhood well spent!!
 
 
 
 
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