How I write Poems NPM2023 8/30

You start typing on a blank screenthe mind is also blankthen when the first word is typedit is like a pen torch lighta ray that goes and dies in infinity From there comes the second wordand the third and so on. That absolute unpredictabilityand a beautiful processI don’t know where it takes meI don’t care if the finished product is goodI don’t think if the … Continue reading How I write Poems NPM2023 8/30

Ask Help; Be a Help NPM2023 7/30

Loneliness does not bite, it kills youLike smoking 15 cigarettes a daySmokers add 15 moreNon Smokers you are still smoking Funny times we live inConnected to thousands onlineStill feeling lonely insideAnd yet we don’t open up We don’t let people knoWe think it is a crime to be aloneThat only we are alone in the world Alone in the crowdAre they all like us ?why … Continue reading Ask Help; Be a Help NPM2023 7/30

Long live the shadow – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day30

Today is Day 30 of the National Poetry Month and after 29 days of daily poetry writing we call it a day today. Here is the last poem of the month Long live the shadow ——————- In a shiver there is a story that cannot be retold not even in thoughts the shiver is the aftermath of a memory that always lurks behind your shadow … Continue reading Long live the shadow – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day30

Tell me that you will – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day29

Tell me why the raindrops feel a speck of love in every human heart beat. Tell me how the summer feels a bit of the chill when windows open into the wild. Tell me that the music does feel sad looking at world’s war machinery cry victory. Tell me when a poetry stumbles on a tear drop and falls into the ocean. Tell me what … Continue reading Tell me that you will – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day29

Serving a Losing Dinner – National Poetry Month 2016 Day-28

I took half day off cooked a few delicacies as authentic as my poor skills can perform the table was neatly arranged as neatly my cluttered mind could do first she came and then after some time he came like there was nothing new glasses were filled they rattled cheers without spilling a drop laughs, talks and laughs again time rolled into the night Life … Continue reading Serving a Losing Dinner – National Poetry Month 2016 Day-28