National Poetry month

Today is the last day of the National Poetry Month. I am so glad I have taken up this challenge and ended up writing 20 out of 30 days( Kudos to me !). I wasn’t able to post all the poems on my blog, but they are safe in my repository so that I can go back anytime and laugh at my pathetic works.(Low self-esteem Alert ! ) .

Anyways, this was a different experience, writing for a blog. I love taking up challenges. Some of the challenges I took up are 30 days of gratitude, 750 words each day for 30 days, Haiku a day.

So I end this challenge with this final poem.

Thanks, Universe !

Addiction

Music to boost my happy hormones

Writing to reflect everyday

Books for vicarious living.

Poems to heal my soul.

Drugs I prescribed myself as I grew up.

~Deep

 

#NaPoWriMo #10

I write and then later realize that it was a sad piece of poetry. My friends felt the same after reading some of my works. My life is not this sad it’s quite happening. (Or is it an illusion). I always wonder why I end up writing sad stuff. I try so hard to avoid non-happy stuff around me like news, violent movies and everything else. I feel like a coward sometimes ignoring the harsh truths of life, but this is my defense mechanism using which I survived all these years. I may look quite unrealistic here, but there is no harm in believing in unicorns and world is all good at all times.

Here’s my 10th poem of the month. Glad I came this far. (Patting myself on the back).

 

Her everlasting thirst for knowledge, made every failure vanish in thin air.

 

Her funny anecdotes made every lip shine with a smile.

 

Her resilience made every set back a challenge

 

Her forgiving nature made sure her heart was broken every time

~Deep

 

#NaPoWriMo #9

I have a true weakness for songs/books/articles which inspire me. Though the inspiration stays for little time, it’s enough for me to get some good stuff done. Anyways, later I will find some new song/books/article to help me. This is called ultimate optimism for the discovery of inspiration. One of my favorite bands is Imagine Dragons. They make music with meaningful words. Their new song, Believer has become my alarm tune, it’s indeed a good way to start your day, take my word for it. 

The song ends (2:51s) with these plain but effective words.

I wanna stop.

We cant!

Believer

As the sun sets, I will write in darkness until I finish my poem.

 

I will delay my rewards until I succeed.

 

As the night creeps in, I will defer my sleep, until I finish my book.

 

I will ignore all the naysayers until I reach the stars.

~Deep

Phil’s-osophy

#NaPoWriMo #8
My poem is about expectations, wants and meeting disappointment. I am a huge fan of Phil Dunphy from Modern Family. I was recalling one of his quotes,

“Key to a good birthday, lower your expectations”.

It need not be your birthday, but it’s apt for every day. Lower your expectations, and you can cherish each experience. I learned this fact the hard way many times. Still, I find it difficult to lower my expectations on people or situations. It’s like I am hard-wired with the “high expectation DNA”. Anyways I worship Phil Dunphy with all my heart and will try to follow him all my life.

Defeat

In a room, full of people

I longed for solitude.

In a world, full of animosity

I wished for serenity

In an era of misinformation

I yearned for enlightenment.

Little did I know, I would only meet disappointment.

~Deep

 

#NaPoWriMo #7

It’s the 7th day of the month.

I have this obsession with number 7, maybe from the time I started reading Harry Potter. (Yeah! Maybe earlier than this). Number 7 has nothing to with my poem today.

After writing the lines, I was clueless what to name this. And I didn’t try hard to name this poem.
As Shakespeare said in Romeo and Juliet,

“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.

This poem talks about complications in life. This is more of a reflection, as I write it at the end of the day.

Things would have been less complicated,

 

If we had talked to each other rather than talk about each other.

 

Things would have been less complicated,

 

If we had written to each rather than writing about each other.

 

Things would have been less complicated,

 

If We had criticised ourselves than others.

 

Things would have been less complicated,

 

If we had lived in the moment than for years

 

~Deep

Deep on Hoarding

#NaPoWriMo #7
I have this peculiar habit of saving things for future. (Ask my friends, they know well).
“I am a keeper”!
Both the sentences are not related though. Let’s keep it that way. It’s okay not to understand all the things, let us enjoy these delusions.

Hoarder

Filled my pockets with fear, to ward off my pride.

Filled my pockets with anger, to hide my hostility.

Filled my pockets with sadness, to conceal my misery.

Filled my pockets with joy, in moments of glee and jolly.

Filled my pockets with trust, in this world of skepticism.

Filled my pockets with disgust, looking at the violence and hatred

Filled my pockets with anticipation, of a better place than this Universe.

~Deep

#NaPoWriMo #5

I was watching this TED video, The power of vulnerability  by Brené Brown, in which she says:

“Well you know that situation where you get an evaluation from your boss, and she tells you 37 things that you do really awesome, and then one thing… you know? An opportunity for growth. And all you can think about is that opportunity for growth? Well, that’s how my work went as well. Because when you ask someone about love, they tell you about heartbreak; when you ask people about belonging, they tell you the most excruciating examples of being excluded; and when you ask people about connection, the stories they told me were about disconnection.”

The sentence about love and heartbreak caught my attention. I kept thinking about my heartbreaks (Oh boy, they were few lethal enough). Right now, going back those times, I am glad that I moved on and learned valuable lessons. (This is the resilient me talking), yes but some nights, memories do come back and haunt. Reminded of those times, I wrote this small piece.

Unrequited Love

I wished to bid you farewell with all my heart.

I wished you looked back.

I wished we never met.

I wished you never left.

I wished I had given you all my hours.

I wished you had given me a second chance.

I wished to go back to start

I wished you came along with me this time.

                                                                       ~Deep

 

#NaPoWriMo #4

I am a very talkative person but when it comes to expressing my feelings to a third person I prefer pen over the mouth. I am better at hiding my sadness and discomfort behind my lame jokes than dealing with it. This reminds me of Chandler who used to crack weird jokes in uncomfortable situations. This poem also reminded me of a song by Boyzone, “Words”. It’s one of my favorite songs and I got carried away by it and couldn’t finish the poem. Apologies to the whoever are reading this incomplete poem. The irony is that I couldn’t bring up new words to finish this poem on words.

“It’s only words
And words are all I have
To take your heart away”
~ Boyzone, Words

Half-Done and Never said

Words are sustenance for a mind.

Words are coffee for memories.

Words can make a heart bleed.

Words can bolster the meek.

Words to play the punitive past

Words to compose the pleasing future.

Words can slay a soul.

Words can heal the battered and the bruised.

Words are fireflies, glowing brightly out of the dark wood of imagination.

Words are bullets, ready to be fired.

Words can encourage the mighty.

Words can discourage the docile.

Words to start a war.

Words to bring peace.

~Deep

#NaPoWriMo #3

Day 3 of #NaMoPoWri
It’s April 3rd today and I would like to tell something about the number ‘3’.
Three is the number of time:
Past-Present-Future
Birth-Life-Death
Beginning-Middle-End.
This is a really short poem about accepting the end and moving on.
Sometimes you just must admit the fact that things will never go back to how they used to be, and that this ending is really a new beginning.

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
― T.S. Eliot

Endings and Beginnings
Don’t worry about me, I will be all right.
It’s just I haven’t been myself since a fortnight.
Resisting to accept the fact that we grew apart.
The end is near but I am hankering for a new start.
Bidding you farewell from the bottom of my heart.
~Deep

#NaPoWriMo #2

It’s Day 2 of the month and I am desperately trying to keep my writing streak on. So here goes my second poem for #NaPoWriMo.
This poem talks a little about heartbreak. There is no dearth of heartbreak and poems on heartbreak in this world, so this is my attempt to add another poem to millions already there.

“Heart was made to be broken” – Oscar Wilde

Aftermath Agony

You were gone,
Dead long before I could realize your presence.
Looked like, Universe frantically wanted to teach me that,
Time doesn’t wait for anyone to be ready.

You were gone,
Dead long before I could complete our song.
Looked like, Cupid desperately wanted to teach me that,
He is God of love and never fair.

Now that you are gone,
Amidst heartbreak, I embrace love.
When I write about you, every word aligns perfectly,
Contemptuously laughing at my imperfect life

Now that you are gone,
Amidst longing, I accept the truth.
When I think about you, all I hear is howls of melancholy,
Yelping at my abandoned and dilapidated heart.

~Deep