A confused poem

Darn ! I am too sensitive
I am scared of water and claustrophobic too
feel edgy in a place with bad vibes and energies
I sense them all 
I have the urge to get away from all the negativity around
 
To connect with myself and the universe
need to head out soon to the mountains to meditate
amongst the pine and the deodar trees
there, I shall build a wooden teak house 
facing the hills.
 
This house shall French windows and slanting roofs
to withstand the snow and the rain
I love the tapping of the rain on a roof 
they sound like mini crackers bursting during Diwali.
 
On Diwali, some eons ago
my mother gave me a 50 rupee note
to buy some crackers 
that festival is regal and special to me
In love with all its customs and rituals
myths and stories.
 
On many night my dad used to tell us stories
stories and anecdotes from his own life
I would sit up straight in my night pyjamas
amazing stories of how he crossed a forest daily to reach his school
that forest where he saw the peacock dance often
and those woods filled with mango groves.
 
Once he swallowed a mango seed
And was told by my grandmother
That a mango tree would soon grow in his tummy
and if he watches too much tv 
his head would also grow as big as the tv
 
I myself don’t watch any tv anymore
I find it meaningless and fake
Whilst young, once I saw an interview of 
Mother Teresa , since then
I have nurtured a dream of becoming a nun one day
If not a nun then join the Indian army
I still get goose bumps when I listen to my national anthem 
 
Me and my sister went for a Bengali wedding once
At the food counter she filled her plate with almost everything
Citing a strange food item on her plate
I asked her “ what is that “?
She said she doesn’t know, but it tastes good
Later we found out that it was a fish she ate! 
We being vegetarians
She did nothing but puked all the way home
 
© Preeti S Manaktala.
Day 26
NaPoWriMo 2020
 

And now for our prompt (optional, as always). This is one that we’ve used before, but one test of a  good prompt is that you can come back to it! For this prompt, you will need to fill out, in five minutes or less, the following “Almanac Questionnaire.” Then, use your responses as to basis for a poem.

Happy writing!

Almanac Questionnaire

Weather: rains 
Flora: pine trees / deodar trees
Architecture: wooden teak houses with French windows and slanting roofs
Customs: customs and festivals of Diwali 
Mammals/reptiles/fish: fish
Childhood dream: to become a nun
Found on the Street: a 50 rupee note
Export: the negativity
Graffiti: meditate 
Lover: myself and the universe
Conspiracy: what is that?
Dress: my night pyjamas
Hometown memory:  mango groves
Notable person: Mother Teresa 
Outside your window, you find:  a forest
Today’s news headline: I don’t watch any tv
Scrap from a letter: —
Animal from a myth: no animal myth but sharing a mango myth  
Story read to children at night: life stories and anecdotes
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: the view of the mountains
You walk to the border and hear: my national anthem
What you fear: water 
Picture on your city’s postcard: a peacock

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