The kite that slaughtered its mates – NaPoWriMo ’15

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Here! I got another limerick for you guys! I’m beginning to think I won’t be able to write anything but limericks when I think of writing a poem. Anyway, here’s my contribution to NaPoWriMo for today.

Red as blood and light as breeze, you majestically flew

High in the sky, defeating the very last of the only few

Swelling with hauteur

Now, there’s none more superior

But alas, neither is there a mate to listen to your tales of rue.

See ya guys later, then! 🙂

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Yet another poem

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What is magic, if it’s not…

The air that we draw in.
The blood that runs through the veins.
The gravity that makes us fall.
The flowers that make things right.
The blue of crystal clear water.
The flames that turn us into ash.
The lingering smell of fresh pancakes.
The things that go bump in the night.
The frantic beating of an excited heart.
The lovely eggs of the mama birds.
The tranquil nighttime sky.

Well… this is similar to the one I wrote yesterday, but I felt I liked this version more. Although I do like that one too..

Typical Indian Summers – NaPoWriMo ’15

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I have decided to participate in NaPoWriMo… better late than never, right? So here’s my contribution for today. I have a simple limerick to start it off with, although I did write a poem and post it on this blog for NaPoWriMo yesterday too..

Summer came, and brought melons and sweat along;

Birds that passed by sang melancholy songs,

For it is another day

To not have one’s way,

What with the stench so complacent and strong.