[Poetry] Barefoot

I will walk barefoot, on these rocks of poverty, Swim past this life of dirt and ugly. Beyond this, there is an ocean of possibilities I will sail on it with my ship of merit and capabilities

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[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 30] “Epilogue”

There is nothing else to say, It was meant to end this way. The sailor has reached his shore, and beyond  this cliff, there are roads to travel no more. The end will be abrupt, meaningless and absurd. So will be our lives, so will be this poem. for death is the bargain for a …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 29] “Words for my Son”

Son, don't cry, for this is not a goodbye. I will be here, there and everywhere. with or without, but my love won't wither. When you are lonely and scared, send me a thread of words and I will weave you a sweater. It will protect you from the cold world, cold wounds and cold …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 28] “Inside a pool of sorry”

I dived inside my pool of sorry to find my treasure of reasons. but could not breathe for too long, my past choked me, I felt breathless and exhausted.   Over these years, every drop of sorry has filled an ocean full of worry.   As I swam further inside the light of virtues and purity slowly …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 27] “Tea”

Morning cup of tea, sprouting a thoughtful moist rain, a thunder within.   About National Poetry Writing Month : #NaPoWriMo is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. This year in 2019 I will attempt to complete this challenge of 30 …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 26] “Deception”

  Dualism of deception, fraud for eyes, but magic for the mind. Lost in the trick is sense of realization. What you see is what you believe, the rest is truth left unseen.   About National Poetry Writing Month : #NaPoWriMo is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 25] “Utopia”

There is a strange euphoria in utopia; a perfect world we hope for, a dream that we own. But reality is flawed, we have to accept it like a mother accepts her son's mischief . unfair, unjust , unequal, rich and poor. There is wealth without health, friends but no family, good, bad and ugly. …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 24] “Hello Stranger”

Stranger- a friend , moment away from a hello. an unfamiliar face with a familiar interest. Perhaps both read the same author, dance to same music. But suspicion is a long distance to cover . You wish he would be the first, to come up and say hi ; but the rules of  distrust act …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 23] “A Stew of Success”

Pour a gentle drop of ambition, chop and dice your arrogance and procrastination, and add a dollop of fresh motivation. Saute your skills and talent, but deglaze your biases and prejudices prevalent. Spice it up with some failures, then simmer it over a fire of hard work. Season it with a pinch of good luck …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 22] “Champaran 1917”

The Champaran Satyagraha of 1917 was the first satyagraha movement launched by Mahatma Gandhi against the Britishers during the Indian Independence Movement. It was a farmer's uprising against the tinkathia system of indigo cultivation  that took place in Champaran district of Bihar, India.   Champaran was dyed in indigo. Three of every twenty land planted …