Poetry… but why ?

What inspires my poetry..? What does it mean to me.. ? “It is the humming of a soul a soul full of emotions  emotions, often hidden hidden like desires with deeper longing longings that have been swept away away into deep hearts, deeper than the ocean. Poetry is someone’s feelings,  feelings which are covert. Covert... Continue Reading →

I shall await..

Our prompt for the day 8 (optional as always) asks you to peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem. Need an example? Well, there’s actually quite... Continue Reading →

Toilet Paper

And speaking of news, today our prompt (optional, of course) is another oldie-but-goodie: a poem based on a news article. Frankly, I understand why you might be avoiding the news lately, but this is a good opportunity to find some “weird” and poetical news stories for inspiration. So here is my NewsPoem. SYDNEY: A fight over... Continue Reading →

Without my cycle

Today, I have not taken my cycle with me I go out every evening to fetch some milk  for my mom and me But today , I am just going to walk  But , why my feet don’t seem to touch the ground? Scared, as the gap widens between me and the road I try... Continue Reading →

To be or not to be

Explore A tiny speck in this universe worthy or not why am I here still to explore that thought   A deep look inside would answer some questions kept aside to be or not to be adding value to those around me   Do I have a purpose in life or am I just swaying... Continue Reading →

Doubtful me…

Simplify I don’t know if or not I believe in the word reincarnation. What if life is just this what you have right now and when you are dead - you are gone-done and dusted forever, just like a bulb when it fuses is thrown into the bin. Consider yourself like a fused bulb/tube which... Continue Reading →

Mercy

Mercy It's 2 AM in the morning and he is sitting outside his home with the brown street dog who broke a leg last month , feeding him the biscuits from his pocket. He somehow manages to save some shillings every night for the biscuits before spending it all on getting wasted and drunk. He... Continue Reading →

Coincidence

Coincidence I was about 6 when I drew something in school and got a star. Proud and happy I ran to show it to mom as I reached home. The drawing of a flower which was red Throwing fragrance on the page. Mom patted my back saying ‘it looks very nice’. Suggested I must show... Continue Reading →

Fragrance

Fragrance So vivid yet strong Each different from the other It trickles my memory  A feeling so known This fragrance brought with it A whiff of days bygone  Of stories still fresh It brings back a memory Mostly sweet Seldom pain Is this some kind of factory My olfactory sense So sharp and precise With... Continue Reading →

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