Prompt: The Shadow of Your Smile
[This poem is a response to the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) prompt.]
Prompt: Describe the Color Yellow to Someone Blind From Birth
[This poem is a response to the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) prompt.]
Prompt: Our Love Was a Game of Jenga
[This poem is a response to the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) prompt.]
Prompt : You Remind Me of a Squirrel
[This poem is a response to the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) prompt.]
Prompt: Sonography of Emptiness
[This poem is a response to the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) prompt.]
Prompt: Every Moment Is a Memory of a Previous One
[This poem is a response to the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) prompt.]
If I could give one gift…
It would be keys
to a girl.
For her to drive
her own destiny.
Because ladki hai, yeh lakdiyon ke kaam nahin hain
aakhir hai to ladki
even as she pays for your so(i)ns
with smothered thoughts and burnt limbs
and your boys who will always be (your) boys
and so shall inherit your entire earth
and now
our girls are coming home no more.
[WORDS DO MATTER! This post is written for the 3rd edition of #WordsMatter linkup hosted by Corinne, Parul and Shalini. The prompt for this edition of #WordsMatter linkup is ‘If I Could Give/Receive One Gift’]
I received this tag from Nikita Dudani from Aakruti Tarot and Reiki Center. It’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Anjana at Myriad Musings. There are 25 of us on this Blog Hop and it is spread over 3 days – 6, 7, 8 December 2019. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop, you’ll love our musings!
A surprised glance at the months gone by,
for just like last year
this year has also passed softly, lightly.
The perfect accompaniment for these deliciously nippy evenings.
Books left untouched on shelves
which, not too long ago, I swore ardently ‘to read’
A year older, a year wiser?
Change has crept up on me
Calmly
For I may yet live
more expansively
in the days to come
I will not let these months pass
Without ridding
myself of heavy clutter
Without bonding
over cards
in houses twinkling with laughter and goodwill
Without looking
at an old space
and breathing new life.
Without affirming that
though I may seem the same,
my life the same,
my spaces the same
I have ridden the waves of Time
for even as I write this
I am not the same
my life is not the same
my spaces are not the same.
[WORDS DO MATTER! This post is written for the 3rd edition of #WordsMatter linkup hosted by Corinne, Parul and Shalini. The prompt for this edition of #WordsMatter linkup is ‘It’s not that time of the year without…’]
I received this tag from Anamika at https://thebespectacledmother.com/. It’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Shinjini at https://moderngypsy.in/. There were 38 of us on this Blog Hop and it was spread over 3 days – 4, 5, 6 October 2019. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop, you’ll love our musings!