Wrong choice

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NaPoWriMo day 11:

Here’s today’s contribution! Another limerick (surprise, surprise!) I wrote about a shallow girl who fell for a cheater.

Heels as high as mountains, and cheeks a light pink;

Skirt flowing down to her ankles, liquid as a drink;

Lips red and shining with heavy lip gloss,

Mascara filled lashes and eyes as green as moss;

That man loved her for her money, little did she know or think.

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Mama Bird

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NaPoWriMo Day 8:

Looks like I’ll never get tired of limericks. unsure emoticon Here’s another!

The mama bird searched high and low
For the egg that she’d laid, in great sorrow
She knew it was too late
Knew of her impending baby’s fate
Where was it, if not in the hands of their foe?

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! 🙂

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.

Truly False Hope

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Hey guys! Here’s a haiku from me!

Promises of eternal love,

Reckless adventures and bright, fluffy days

Make up truly false hope.

And I believe what I’ve written with all my heart, because such promises can never be true. They sound surreal, don’t they? But I can’t resist hoping… I can’t resist promising myself such a future.

Seems like I can do with a leeeeetle bit of surrealism in my daily dosage of life.

The advent of Summer

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I came up with this poem, reminiscing of today afternoon — another limerick, actually.

Like the steam from a cup of incredibly hot coffee,

Arose the vapor from the ground beneath me;

Its ruthless suffocation spread around,

Even as rain drummed onto the ground,

As I cycled Kumbakonam’s streets in a senseless spree.

And don’t you think the ‘steam’ part cannot be true. Today, I saw it with my own eyes… steam rising from the ground… evaporation while condensation. I was totally soaked wet in the rain, yet I felt so suffocated! And that felt a little weird… and a lot stuffy. Really, I didn’t enjoy today’s rain because of the stuffiness. Gah.