Category: NaPoWriMo21
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Let it go…
Let it go May I just hold once May I just touch May I feel the softness of skin May I brush those cheeks to mine May I caress the tresses please May I gently hug May I heartily cry Let me look soulfully at my child For nine months it lived in me I…
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Limited horizon
lines were drawn before she was born behave yourself, sit straight don’t talk so loudly girls must be polite and submissive don’t you dare step outside after dusk stay within your limits, they dictated limits and boundaries and lines…sigh! they don’t define me, she asserted bit by bit, line by line, she inched ahead the…
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Angels and Demons
Angels and Demons Angels and demons, Resides within us, Like the two sides of the same coin. It depends on our acts which would determine whether, We would be rewarded or ruined. Both sides whisper, At our ears about what should be done and Tries their best to influence our thinking. And from this point…
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The Conflict Within!
Who are we really? Angels disguised as Demons or considered Angels but in reality worst than Demons . Isn’t it all per se? A kind person also has their limits A cruel soul also has his weakness Life’s a mix of good and bad For every yin, there’s a yang For hatred, there’s love For…
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The night symphony
Treacherous he, the moon , keeps changing his disguised attires Atta boy! He’s eloquent in his coquetry Beware the nocturnal sky He’s a wanderlust resilient Who travels the colonial stars In stark lonesome hours of the dark The beau, blooms too, shy coyly Breaking in cold sweat, in love with the caressing zephyr Virgin dew…
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If Nature was a Lover…
If Nature was a Lover… If nature was a lover, She would have seduced the humans, With her caresses and touch, So much so that, A bond of love between them would have forged. This bond would have spared her from, Unwillingly walking the path of destruction, Which the hands of humans have set course.…
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Nature, The Ultimate Lover
Beautiful sun sets Painting the whole sky in his color, Displaying affection and care, Nature is for sure a lover, The way it sculptures each and every Landform with love and care That makes it aesthetic and beautiful. The way it has imparted beauty To the Earth creating different landscapes From the beautiful sea that…
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Sita's Plea
Sita poured her heart out To the silent trunks and endless trees “If nature were my lover I’d sing about no city, No paens, I’d write about its glory. Fear no ridicule, Neither would I cringe at mockery I’d rush into its serene embrace And trail through shadowy trees. Into the balmy forest laden with…
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Nature, my lover
#NaPoWriMo2021 #ArtoonsInnPoe If nature was my lover I would be the luckiest guy Being in her arms till eternity I would feel all-time high I would be very possessive Of this precious gift As many in the outside world would attempt a lift I need to protect her Against those who inflict pains Not ashamed…
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The Muse
#NaPoWriMo21 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour Day 6 English Sonnet . Like the horizon, serenading the sun Like the lull of calm, before a storm Like the smile of a loser who finally won Like the raging fire, which casts a glow warm . Like the meandering stream out on its own Like the waves, creating ripples across the…
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Naturally it's Nature…
In love with Nature Nature is the mountain Standing tall With the twilight Making its peak glow * Nature is the stream of river that flows through the valleys Quenching the thirst Of the deep earth under * Nature is the ocean Deep secrets hidden Pearls that form here Are reasons for its beauty *…
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I'm there for you…
My friend I can feel pain In your veins, but worry not When I am there, what makes you cry? At times, please let it go! . I miss Your wry humour And the golden friendship touch. Their hearts are cold but remember One friend is there for you! . What do you Think I…
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Poetry
P poems are not easy O overthinking doesn’t help make one E everything in it has feelings T try not to maipulate that R remember it is a flow of words Y yet entangled, to create a poetry Many a times I can’t write a single line But that’s how it is and it’s just…
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Dull Sundays
#NaProWriMo21 #Day5 # haiku & couplet dull Sundays offer, creased bedsheets, scattered blankets, stale cigarette smoke. *** messy counterpanes, yellowed spillage; wine glasses, greasy plates, ashtrays, and curry coated bowls smelly and sleazy. *** Mumtaz N Khorakiwala (Batool Idrish Siamwala) 5-4-2021 Picture courtesy: Brooke Lark unsplash.com