Sunday 5 April 2020

NaPoWriMo Day 5 - Home


I own homes, way too many
To remember each one of their addresses
In their articulate spaces
And yet I know, every single nook
every single lane, every other crook
I run my fingers along their edges
Nourishing myself, pouring them into me
I learn, I breathe, I bloom
Cherishing every stay
I return in happiness and in gloom
They hold me, they cherish me
Make me feel one of them own
I am taken to travel, I am taken to meet
People so many
Humanity, human psyche
Black, white, grey and everything in between
Emotions, unnamed, understated, unknown
I have known from these
I live amidst all the books I have read
In their pages
Lurking between their spaces
They have my heart, they have my head
No matter what
I wouldn’t trade this home for anything ever instead








NaPoWriMo Day 4 - Unsolved


in that irritated tone for no reason
in that everlasting smile 
in every season
the anger that piqued without your permission
in those excuses given for canceling plans
in the fear of being uncomfortable amidst new
and yet, in the inability to say ‘no’ to even a few
in that obsessive gulping on books and booze
and even in the smugness that you choose
in judging your own actions
and denying self-care
hinging your identity to people
who are hardly there
living with the feeling
that you always belong else somewhere
in feeling like a walking apology
balancing everything on eggshells
being somebody to whom everything overwhelms
in lashing out
when you actually need help
in the muffled cries
when on paper they are dealt
in being afraid to make mistakes
the unending feeling of everything
being always at stake
it hides itself
festering from inside
unprecedented, unmoving
visible, yet invisible
this unsolved, unknown trauma




NaPoWriMo Day 3 - Distance


the distance between us
can be measured in meters
but, the distance between us
cannot be measured










# Writing for NaPoWriMo attempting to everyday for the month of April. Combining this with prompts from The Alipore Post 

Thursday 2 April 2020

NaPoWriMo Day 2 - Patterns


lines, dots and crosses,
some twisted, some turned
a few straight, others overturned
molding gradually into soft designs
they must fit tightly into their confines
it holds you, beholds you
captures and enslaves
in its beauty, in its calmness
in symmetry and finesse
control your hands
and patient your mind
only then you will understand
that a Mandala is
not just some pattern and design





# Writing for NaPoWriMo attempting to everyday for the month of April. Combining this with prompts from The Alipore Post. I have suddenly become fascinated towards learning to draw a Mandala and this post talks about just that.  

NaPoWriMo Day 1 - Gentle


They say it hits you like lightening, sweeps you off your feet and makes you walk on moonbeams.

The books told me it would make you hear violins in the sky, fill your stomach with butterflies and make your heart flutter with bittersweet anxiety every night.

The movies showed that I would get lost all the time, smile unknowingly at strangers and burst into dance sequences in the middle of a railway stations.

I thought it would make me lose my sense of time, fill me up with candyfloss giddiness and let me dream with eyes wide open.

All it did was take off some invisible burden from my drooping shoulders, joining them with his own and showed me togetherness in everything. Who said love couldn't be gentle in its arrival?








# Writing for NaPoWriMo attempting to everyday for the month of April. Combining this with prompts from The Alipore Post 

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