Indigo Thoughts

 Day 16 #OctPoWriMo2020 , Wow! I made it halfway through! Loved the journey so far and eagerly waiting for the following prompts and types of Poetry!

Today’s chosen Type is : The Pictorial ( interesting imagery has drawn me towards it)

I love adventure and that does not mean only outdoor activities like trekking, climbing etc. I love adventure in daily life when playing with words, colors, random combinations when dressing up! Yes, that’s me, unapologetically!

Tried to flow with  my adventurous thoughts and give them a proper shape.

Indigo Thoughts

The                       Like                         Diverging

      rain                      the                                 into

             drops                   yellow                           multiple

                  shine                       neon                              hued

                         bright                         light                           delight!

               My                         and                    They                    My

         thoughts                 seek                    Say                     Sky

    play                        with                       I am                      Is

hide                    reason                      Different                Pink.

The Silence of the Mountains

 Day 15#OctPoWriMO2020

Theme for the Day : Change of Perspective

Choosing the “ Free Verse” today to express my journey .

The Silence of the Mountains

There is something mystical and magical about hills and mountains

The calmness all around

The majestic mass of rocks and boulders 

Standing Tall, braving all odds

Witnessing thousands of years of Change

Change in contours, climate, the various moods of Nature

Change that is dynamic, Change that challenges stagnation

Change that permeates believes of yesteryears

All done with such Grace

With Silence

And I?

I still struggle with adaptation

Lingering with age old tradition

Stifled, still averse to modification

As I stand today at the foot of the mountain

The Silence strikes me

Never heard anything so loud

My heart screaming “ Change your perspective, and you will thrive”

I learn a lesson

Only Change is constant

“ Perhaps nothing is entirely true, not even this,”

I embrace dynamism

Take my first stride towards the new path

Where nothing is constant

Only change of perspective thrives.

The Scrapbook

 Day 14#OctPoWriMo2020

“Truth “ to me is like that armour which protects me from vice. I remember my grandmother used to tell lots of stories and each had a morale in the end. She has inculcated such wonderful values in me .I rely on them strongly when I face difficult situations in life. I stand with Truth and Empathy . These embolden me and I am able to make myself heard and seen as an individual. Thank you my dear Grandma.

My poem today is about being lost and found again. Found with  the values that make one unique and True.

Poetry form : Cascade ( I love the waterfall feel in the pattern) 

The Scrapbook

Returned Home after 20 long years, lifeless

Sun rays embracing my old room,my memories, the bookshelf

Beckoned me with arms open wide, I felt Unique, Alive!

Yellowed with age, the scrapbook lay on my lap

Childhood memories, innocent,True and priceless

Returned Home, after 20 long years , lifeless

What did I achieve, accomplish and lose?

Swept in a tornado of desires, somewhere I lost myself

Sun rays embracing my old room,my memories, the bookshelf

The simple joys of life, experiencing love in Truth, Empathy

Laughing wholeheartedly … forgotten all till today when the Scrapbook

Beckoned me with arms open wide, I felt Unique, Alive!

Gliding in the Sky

 Day 13, #OctPoWriMo

This platform provides such positive energy! After a long day at work, I feel rejuvenated writing and allowing my creative thoughts to flow freely all around ! Thank you!

Will follow the “ Free Verse” since that’s the way my thoughts are taking me today.

Gliding in the Sky

When the streets are embraced by the

Fallen leaves of Autumn

When the old bench in the park 

Sits there lonely, looking sadly at the setting Sun

I think about my Life that was

I was expected to be dependent

That was ordained , determined when I was born a girl

But I chose otherwise

I chose to rise and defy the set norms

I chose to follow my heart’s desire, my dream

To break all shackles that hold me back 

It was not easy , in the beginning

There were numerous struggles strewn across the path 

The path That I chose to tread

But I Flew with my wings and moved ahead

Courage, Determination , Grit

My armours when I feel tired

The setting Sun marks the end of a Day

But it also promises a new Beginning

Coming along in the Way

I get up and feel the restraints give away

With confidence, I finally open the lid of the Box

The Box of emotional imprisonment

I am Free, at last!

Rainy Day and a Paper Boat

 Day 12 : #OctPoWriMO2020

Today’s theme is wonderful since it has taken me back to the amazingly beautiful childhood memories. Rainy season has always been my favorite.  I used to make  paper boats and watched them gliding happily on the flowing rain water ! Oh, those are great memories and the very thought brings a smile to my face. Thanks Morgan for the lovely prompt today.

Attempted poetry form :” Zanila Rhyme” ( the third line rhyming internally is pretty interesting!)

Rainy Day and a Paper Boat

The clouds had gathered above with a promise

My little eye watched eagerly, hopefully

A downpour and a rainbow I adore

I smiled holding the paper boat playfully.

Soon raindrops knocked on my window sill

My eyes sparkled with joy , my wish granted

A rainbow I adore and a downpour

My tiny heart on cloud number nine, happy and satisfied.

It was evening, when the rain decided to bid adieu

Drops became droplets leaving me hoping

A downpour and a rainbow I adore

The street was a shallow river, flowing and singing.

I flew down the stairs, as if I had wings! 

The clear sky and happiness had come for a rendezvous

A rainbow I adore and a downpour

Dotting the flowing street were paper boats , a riot of hues.

My Inspiration

 Day 11: #OctPoWriMo2020

I am able to relate to the theme of the day all the more since I simply didn’t listen to my Muse and missed expressing myself completely last year as well as the year before that. I am sure my blog must have wondered whether I have forgotten about its existence! Not so long ago I used to spend quality time with this acquaintance : My Blog page ! 

So today’s composition is dedicated to My Muse, who thankfully has decided to stay this time and Yes, I am listening eagerly!

Poetry form: Rispetto

“ My Inspiration”

Days dawned followed by Dusk and Evening

There was boredom and restlessness intricately chained

Felt stifled, suffocated , a volcano of emotions erelong erupting

Thoughts came and ebbed leaving the creative heart disappointed

Answered the calling of my Muse

Felt alive again and painted with creative hues

Raindrops, clouds, birds , wind, stars, the night

Have become inspirations for countless expressions bright !

It’s a New Page and a New Day

 Day 10: #OctPoWriMo2020

It’s a Tyburn this time! A New Form for me and am really excited about it.

Also the theme of “ Letting Go” is so known to me and I believe all of us go through certain phases in life where experiences are not so good. What I have learnt is to let go and move on since each time the mind thinks about that unpleasant moment, the heart suffers . Life is too beautiful to be spent in the arms of what has happened in the past.Let bygones be bygones but the lessons learnt must never be forgotten. My poem talks about this journey of healing and thriving.

“ It’s a New Page and a New Day”

Defeated

Scared

Transformed

Moulded

Circumstances defeated and scared the endeavour

But also transformed , moulded into a brand new venture.