Thursday, April 17, 2014

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A
drop,
a drop-
ever so mild,
ever so small,
ever so lucid, 
dancing beautifully
on the tiny green leaves,
merging onto the surface,
being one in unison. A drop
you are, a drop that smells
heavenly, a drop you can
touch and destroy, so soft,
so delicate, so tiny, not
blue, not green. I hear,
tip-tip you fall, you
cry, you die.


*As a part of NaPoWriMo. #17
*The prompt by NaPoWriMo today was: "to write a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses. So, for example, your poem could carefully describe the smell of something, the taste of something, and the sound of something. It might be helpful to pick things you have actually encountered during your day: a cup of coffee at the office (“burnt, flat, and joylessly acrid”), or a hyacinth in the neighobr’s yard (“riotously curled petals shading violet-lavender-white, against the dark-green glossy-smooth leaves”).
*Also, do visit my friends who are participating in the challenge. You won't be disappointed.









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Closed doors are there for a reason,
A closed mind won't last you a season.
Openness does more good than harm,
It will help you regain your charm.


*As a part of A-Z Challenge
*Dedicated to millions of us, earthlings, who find it difficult to accept other people, other religions, other countries, other cultures. etc.





Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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The crazy black moon,
Came out one noon,
To meet a saintly goon,
Who cursed him with a boon.

The moon wept from his nose,
The goon ate the moon with his toes,
With open eyes, he then did doze.
The eyes began to run, hence he let them close.

Don't you laugh, it is not comical,
The story is infact a veridical.


*As a part of NaPoWriMo. #16
*The prompt by NaPoWriMo today was: "to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. Your lies could be silly, complicated, tricky, or obvious.
*Also, do visit my friends who are participating in the challenge. You won't be disappointed.

















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You were green, now you are gray,
You were a saviour, now a prey,
Nature, we wish we can save you,
Without you, in future, we will rue.




*As a part of A-Z Challenge
*Dedicated to the save nature campaigns.



Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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The weather was dull, he wasn't alone
He took her hand off her glove
Caressing it, he let out a groan.

He gifted her roses, expressing his love
She looked pretty in her white silk gown
He knelt down, slumped, cursing the one above.

The black roses wept when the coffin came down.

*As a part of NaPoWriMo. #15
*The prompt by NaPoWriMo today was: "to write a poem in terza rima. This form was invented by Dante, and used in The Divine Comedy. It consists of three-line stanzas, with a “chained” rhyme scheme. The first stanza is ABA, the second is BCB, the third is CDC, and so on. No particular meter is necessary, but English poets have tended to default to iambic pentameter (iambic pentameter is like the Microsoft Windows of English poetry). One common way of ending a terza rima poem is with a single line standing on its own, rhyming with the middle line of the preceding three-line stanza.
*Also, do visit my friends who are participating in the challenge. You won't be disappointed.






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