#30NaPoWriMo:To Fly

April comes to an end today. It’s been a great NaPoWriMo month! This year marks my hat-trick in it. :D

I decided to go with the official website for NaPoWriMo’s prompt and write a farewell poem.

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Do you hear the call, the cry?

The voice in my head telling me

to fly?

The chains were broken

so much was released,

things were learnt,

things were done.

Now the call is here, the cry,

the voice in my head telling me

to fly.

I’ve conquered this land

for this time;

good things always end;

for now,

good bye.

Congratulations to all who completed NaPoWriMo successfuly! The others, there is always another year.

Cheers!

 

#29NaPoWriMo: An ode to Her

If you had stuck with me for this year’s NaPoWriMo you probably noticed my poems were inspired by Nature. This is one more poem in honor of her.

This world is a complex ball

and living in it is the hardest of all.

When things get crazy

drop everything for a moment

and  run,

run far away from it

and jump into her open arms.

The worry is there

the fight must still go on

but for a few minutes

time stands still so

that you can take a deep breath

and she can calm you down.

You don’t believe me?

Sounds unreal, doesn’t it?

Which is why you should try it once.

#28NaPoWriMo: Admist all the darkness

The world should know

there is a darkness

that resides in every soul.

One can shine anyway

and be the star they started

out to be.

Light looks brightest

when you know what

darkness looks like.

#27NaPoWriMo: Bad things happen in slow motion

Bad things happen in slow motion

so that human mind can grasp

its significance.

Was that why the enemy warrior's

stare stretched forever?

The smile came later when

he realized he was winning.

The pain came even later

but the most longest was

his clear blue eyes

reflecting the face of its prey

one last time before ending it all.

#26NaPoWriMo: Haiku

Haiku

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There is a tangible magic

In the big world that we live

Just look into the mirror.

#25NaPoWriMo: Tales

 

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Like the voice you listen to

 on the radio everyday,

the sounds, faceless,

yet familiar echo in

space, whispering

stories and secrets.

The stories and secrets

rain down upon us,

sometimes in the sunlight

or in the form of rain.

The stories and secrets

are caught on Earth

and told in form of Tales.