Maa (#NaPo_Wrimo)

Maa, You made me, Cell by cell; inch by inch; foot by foot, You made me; See the light of the day And the dark of the night; I exist because you do. You bore nine months of hell, only to see me cry! Nature’s ironies are the strongest… Yes, there were times; When I … Continue reading Maa (#NaPo_Wrimo)

Masks (#NaPo_Wrimo)

She had several masks hanging from the wall, Their faces, drooping; Each perfect enough to impeccably cover her skull, Characterized by age old lines; Each line recounted a memory- Told a story, Horrible or sad, Happiness or envy, Horrific or mad, Intimidation or just plain bad.   “Which one should I wear today?”, she resonated … Continue reading Masks (#NaPo_Wrimo)

Wax (#NaPo_Wrimo)

“Oh, so you write?” They reply with eyes either big enough to devour me whole, Or they squint, small enough to avoid me, maybe- They try to measure my worth; Worth in words. Letters.  Alphabets.   “Yes, I try.” I revert back, half-heartedly. The silence grows, drawing to an eternity till the next question pops … Continue reading Wax (#NaPo_Wrimo)

The tale of Aqua (#NaPo_Wrimo)

Water is a five letter word, Which owns the four letter word called life; Water, life and death were playmates once, With water forming the unstable bridge between the other two; Death would always win, though, by hook or by crook- Once death tricked water to befriend arsenic, A deadly amalgamation, literally; The result was … Continue reading The tale of Aqua (#NaPo_Wrimo)

The Train of Life (#NaPo_Wrimo)

Life’s but a train, Halting on various stops and platforms; Maybe only for a moment or for all eternity- But isn’t time relative? What is a moment to some, maybe an eternity to others Like in love, or just before death   The inception begins with the first cry and kick- Ends with the penultimate … Continue reading The Train of Life (#NaPo_Wrimo)

The grill of fate (#NaPo_Wrimo)

The old man, tired of life Languishing lavishly; Looking at people... Overwhelmed with the same life, That taught him a lesson... He learned it the hard way, After all, he was poor What could he do?   I'm a bystander, I see him from the other side; His side is black and white, Mine, the … Continue reading The grill of fate (#NaPo_Wrimo)

The Devil’s Anvil (#NaPo_Wrimo)

A blank screen, White like ice; Waiting to be applied- Pale like cream; Waiting to be licked- Fingers crackling, Wanting to scribble something I try to etch my mind to clear it of its tangles… Procrastinating, idling my time away, If only time could be measured in poetry, Lost and never written; Thought and never … Continue reading The Devil’s Anvil (#NaPo_Wrimo)

Noose (#NaPo_Wrimo)

  My entire life is through a noose, An endless, vicious cycle of torment and regret Onwards on a journey of finding the golden goose, A fork in the road, many call fate- Soon enough the ‘is’ will be ‘was’ What does it take to kill oneself? Remorse? Pity? Self-retribution? Or is that the chapter … Continue reading Noose (#NaPo_Wrimo)

Accidents (#NaPo_Wrimo)

Dear you, Accidents happen every day, Yet I’m confused that- Was our meeting one of them? Or was it just well-orchestrated fate? Two months went by, Long nights drawn short; With whispers and laughter, Tiring days fraught with the anticipation Of talking again.   Accidents do happen every moment, I’m perplexed; Why we drifted apart … Continue reading Accidents (#NaPo_Wrimo)