My young self adored Spring Mesmerized by the idea Of flowers and butterflies Kiss of breeze all day long And serene lullabies of moonlight Naive wiggling steps were small Filled in marvel and imprudence When we felt the time's bright And hoped for bloomy beginnings
Years pass by as I fathom life Now I finally plump for Winters Neither pale, nor perished But sparkling mix of gold and white Not too dry and not too wet But alive in jollity Watching lads and lasses Cavort around Impervious to the gliding time Murky cloak gets bedecked With flashy ornaments and lanterns A little despondent gives a break To relish the elixir of festivals
Months recall what time blows away Seasons define drifting midst of age What matters is what we perceive From duck soup pace To muddled mounts From the realm of fantasy To heuristic grounds
Beyond the drapes, amidst the clouds, Is the flying childhood; Maudlin memories now rest In the colorful pages of scrapbook. Another time, another tale, Another mood, another world; In the grey I recollect vivid, The scattered fragments barefoot.
Those stranded loop of carefree days Summon themselves without a chase, Puerile chats and innocent excuses When, were the wind of neglects and delays.
Then, used to be an impish schedule, Except the sleepy mornings of school; Memorizing tables was irrefutable challenge; Making up weird stories before friends ruled;
We got adapted in the class called fish market; Becoming a cock was a part of bad punishment; Had imaginary dog who loved to eat homeworks; Showing off new pencils and erasers were target;
We loved to share tiffins but were mean for crayons; Long boring classes made us puzzled and yawn; Made blind promises to keep thousand secrets; Collected pens and scales, that's nobody belonged;
We ran after descending kites; Yearned for supported bikes; Knocked doors to bother neighbours; Balanced switches of fans and lights; We dressed unbranded and oversized; Emptied glasses of milk, throwing it outside; Couldn't read watches but wore it for fashion, Yet were on time for fav cartoon show unrealized.
Wontonly we jumped in mucky puddles; Maa scolded and yelled, and Papa cuddled; Notebooks were festooned with red question marks; Big balloons made us soothe for hours couple.
Growing up to be a pilot was a dream; Toys were treasures and somewhat esteem; Despite any caste or colour or gender Our playtime made a strong bonded team.
Parks playground had busy evenings & sundays; Eyes could see frolicking bubbles bouncing gay; Sand castles looked like tiny volcanoes With pebbly fence around and twig flag upway.
We used telephones to talk long hours; A penny was enough for toffees and flowers; Bandaids on alternate days and tattoo stickers Were the collection to cover and style scratchy scars.
There was no internet nor androids; Swings, see saw and slides rejoiced; Books were the source of ultimate knowledge; But they said us watching television is an exploit.
I realize the piece to be verbose enough, but Still feels like incomplete, missing points to discuss. A wish forever for an open doorway to souvenirs, Where laughs and giggles and smiles were not a makeup.
Count all the ways You are beautiful A pretty wildflower Playing acoustical An empty gift box Filling cryptic segments Lost in the dreams The waves of silence Metaphor in a ballad Rhyme schemes of a prose Rare as red diamond Binate colors of a rose A fusion of angles Forming art abstract A clueless elucidation Of colossal cataract
Lamp of innocence Perspective of your own Velvet strokes of seasons Like snowfall in repose Smudge off the erstwhile Reshuffle the present Peel layers of dawn Be the smoke of vile events With a sultry sip From the glass of bliss Blow pixie dust Into empty abyss Feel the vibration Of the deserted walk Sow courage with poise And absorb the awe
Inevitable and feral As musk in perfume Amidst plenty flaws You shine like a moon Free up the glabella Push towards temples Pause the bables and Feel transcendental You are not severed Just stucked in demure Once out and you'll know Inexpressible's your allure Make moments with mirror And bow to yourself Cherish corners and curves To let incandesce propel
I am a piece of art With scars as beauty marks Unerasing any error To cope in all weather Unfinished with no limits Medley song of eccentric lyrics A capture of the past and present Filled with compromised consent Unblinking esoteric eyes Centred is a pensive smile Untied doodled hair Hovering steady in midair In the spotlight of credence Dim night concealing secrets
My dress is a change Calling future to rearrange The stars that are misplaced To portray constellation of my zest Endeavoured fortitude pose Chin and neck stay uprose Embracing the wild To fit in the pride Aspiring to absorb best behaviour After a bunch of learned failures A picture with no colour Yet to be filled in glitter Surrounded in broken border To spill out on other paper Continuing with a different story Perhaps to shine in more glory
@thousand_splendid_thoughts You are one of the most kindest person I have ever come across. You are beautiful inside and out. And you know your smile is contagious right? A million hugs and thank yous for always being there. I know the poem sucks but just know I love and adore you.❤
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
- Christopher Marlowe
Pastoral poetry originated in ancient Greece when the poet Theocritus started writing about rural life and nature in the countryside.A pastoral poem focuses on the fantasy of withdrawing from modern life to live in an idyllic rural setting. No matter the form or structure the poetry takes, it always explores country life.
Dead girls carry keys in fists and aphrodisiac in their sleeves
The first woman who was a feminist died single and failed to carry on her genes forward according to the theory of evolution by Yuval Noah Harari conclusion, women who were submissive lived on to carry the blind inheritance
P.S- this poem took me a lot to write. It forced me out of my comfort zone. I would be glad to get some honest reviews on it. It's napowrimo and I really wanted to experiment and get out of my comfort zone. So here it is #gtnapowrimo21