Dear Companion | NaPoWriMo

I was a wanderer before I met you.
Oblivious to my loneliness,
I used to hop on trains and gaze at stars from my window
Running and jumping gave me thrill,
A thrill compared to nothing when you hold my hand and say those three words.
I used to go to places and watch them through a key hole,
A key hole of my lone experience
But with you, they’re like different planets to me
And every inch of the destination feels like a foreign rock i need to take home,
Not even as a souvenir but as a monument,
Signifying how special and fantastic I feel when I am with you.
You know what happiness and home have in common?
H and of course you.
In fact, you are my home now,
A home to this wanderer
A home, this wanderer can take with him,
A home with whom I can hop on trains and buses,
With whom I can chase uncountable sunsets.
A home that will welcome me no matter how flawed I am
And a home who is beautiful in every possible way.

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NaPoWriMo April 2015 Day 4 prompt: Love poems are a staple of the poetry scene. It’s pretty hard to be a poet and not write a few – or a dozen – or maybe six books’ worth. But because so many love poems have been written, there are lots of clichés. Fill your poems with robins and hearts and flowers, and you’ll sound more like a greeting card than a bard. So today, I challenge you to write a “loveless” love poem. Don’t use the word love! And avoid the flowers and rainbows.

Okay. Okay. I know it’s cliched. I am sorry. Really. I couldn’t come up with anything else. Ugh.

And this poem was inspired by two characters of a British serial called Doctor Who – The Doctor and Rose Tyler – because both of them are such cuties that they make me cry every time I think about them. Poor things.

Also, just to clarify, yes, this is a spoken word poem… not exactly spoken out loud. I suck at it, so, no.

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So, did you like it? Did you not like it? Was it awful? Was it too cliched? Do tell me! I would love to get feedbacks so that I can improve on this hobby that I have taken up.

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Poem #3 | NaPoZWriMo

My grandmother is a hilarious senile lady
She wears saggy old traditional clothes and fills up her
nonexistent bosom with paper and coins and money
Because she has absolutely neither a heart nor love
to give as it withered along with her soul and body.
Clever she is as a wicked witch though who disguises
Her wickedness with the holy glitter of a fairy.
Practitioner of seven sins she is. But in the end,
She is a senile, hilarious, tiny old lady.

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NaPoWriMo April 2015 Day 3 prompt: Today I challenge you to write a fourteener. Fourteeners can be have any number of lines, but each line should have fourteen syllables.

Orion | NaPoWriMo

You never traced your fingers on my arm
You never felt my throbbing pulse on seeing you
Just an inch away from me, oh goodness
I guess, it was when I lost myself to you.
You were the warm cloth that eased my pain
Existing on this earth – day in, day end.
You were that ignorant, insufferable soul
That made me bleed and made me whole.
You were young, you were spectacular
You were something from a whole new world
And when you went away to where you came from,
And when you lay in my arms that still, starless night
I caught your whisper and released it into the sky,
I turned you into mighty bright stars; up, very high.
‘Orion’ you shall be called from now on, my love
You burnt my soul and so the sky you now burn.

Artemis over Orion's corpse

NaPoWriMo April 2015 Day 2 prompt: gaze upward, and write a poem about the stars. You may find inspiration in this website that lists constellations, while also providing information on the myths associated with each one, as well as other salient information. Your poem could be informed by those myths or historical details, by the shapes or names of the constellations, or by childhood memories of seeing them. Any form or style will do.

This poem is narrated by Artemis and is about a greek myth involving Artemis and Orion. 

A Poem Of Negation | NaPoWriMo

They don’t take birth or bathe
Yet they are immortal and pure.
Infinitely abundant,
They won’t fit in your palm
And like water, they’ll flow
Out from between your fingers
Back into their initial form
But you’ll remember
How silky they felt
Against your skin, caressing
The hard calloused hands.
Lie they don’t for rest
Yet they could rival sloths
In movement, never in grace
and yet these books
are not hindrances.

NaPoWriMo April 2015 Day 1 prompt: Today’s prompt is a poem of negation. I challenge you to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like. For example, if you chose a whale as the topic of your poem, you might have lines like “It does not settle down in trees at night, cooing/Nor will it fit in your hand.”

The topic I’ve chose is clearly (I hope) : ‘Books’ because I love books! Yay. I hope it abides to the guidelines because this is the first time I’ve written such a poem. If it doesn’t, then please let me know in the comments! Thanks! 

The Power Of Imagination

When an apple fell on Newton’s head, he didn’t curse and throw the apple away. He didn’t blame God or condemn his fate for sitting in the exact same spot where an apple would fall on him and disrupt his concentration. Instead, he embraced the situation and let his thoughts run wild. Isaac Newton, from that moment onwards started his journey towards discovering gravity. From letting his imagination fly away, with no limitations or boundaries, he found the force that grounds us. Only through the power of imagination, he found something that later on gave him his identity.

 

Imagination is exciting. It is pure, unique and only a few have the energy to know its full strength. When let loose, it can carry us to a whole new world which we never thought existed. It gives us a vision which instead of narrowing things down like a telescope, widens our perspective, showing us things which our little, insignificant, devoid of imagination human minds couldn’t have possible even thought of. Imagination helps us cope, dream, grow and create worlds filled with contentment, hope and ambition. Its power helps us get lost to find ourselves again.

 

However, what most people think is that through imagination, one looses themselves completely to a utopian world which will never exist – that they lose their connection to the real world. Some even argue that imagination doesn’t help people because it’s unrealistic and highly idealistic. But what these cynical humans fail to understand is that this world cannot function without the help from other worlds – the worlds which exist in creative peoples’ minds. Poets, artists, writers, scientists, all would perish had it not been for their imagination. Galileo was called mad and was executed for taking his stance against the blind believes of the Church. However, had it not been for him, we would still be oblivious to the wonderful galaxies and creations that exist outside the Earth.

 

Moreover, imagination instead of diverting us from reality, allows our inner creativeness to find another hidden trail in the dense forest of life which helps lead us to our destination in a better, different and more efficient way. Our imagination may make us day dream during our science or maths classes but it still gives rise to a notebook filled with drawing, sketches, doodles, poems or even another best-selling novel.

 

Therefore, most people need to believe and understand that imagination – a little offspring of wonder and creativity isn’t handicapped but a wise trait which can begin or end a revolution.