NaPoWriMo Day 7: The Irony with Money

My take on the matters with Money, for the Day 7 Prompt for NaPoWriMo

The Irony with Money

If you don’t have enough,

The hunger makes you lose sleep.

If you have enough,

The greed for more won’t let you sleep.

If you’ve more than enough,

The fear of losing takes away your sleep.


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NaPoWriMo Day 6: The Monday Blues

My take on Mondays, in response to Day 6 Prompt by NaPoWriMo :

I woke up with the alarm’s blow,

but my eyes ditched me.

Sunrays peeking through the window,

would not let the eyes be.

Eyes smartly did a contract,

But the enemy failed to budge.

The arms were quick to act,

Pulled up the sheet without a grudge.

The sun felt cheated,

and made a silent rattle.

My heart felt elated,

for having won the hard battle.

The bed spread its lure,

Pulled me more close.

If ever I’d leave i was not sure,

But then a call, dashed all hopes.

‘Meeting at 9,’ was all it had to say,

Clock struck 8, and eyes finally lose.

Weekend still five days away,

Monday is here, such a bad news!


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NaPoWriMo, Day 5: Learning From Emily

I rewrote the Poem, ‘A not admitting of the wound’ by Emily Dickinson in response to the Day 5 Prompt by NaPoWriMo .

Here it is..

The delay in acknowledging wound,

Didn’t make it go away.

She remained in denial as long as she could,

But the wound grew wide, to her dismay.

The wound kept piling up,

With all the remains of her day.

For her to nip from the bud,

It had to be nailed down, come what may.


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NaPoWriMo, Day 4: Was that Love?

She thought her dreams had come true,
Unaware of the impending doom.
She thought she would be complete,
Didn’t knew she was about to lose herself.
Her hopeful spirit, became a curse,
the false hope that things would change for the better,
did her more harm than good,
tears came to define her way of being.
The power to forgive easy,
Made her look easy.
The hurt kept on increasing,
‘Cos she gave too many chances.
Her spirit was almost breaking,
She was finally tired of her emotions,
Being played like a toy.
‘It’s over for me’, she said.
‘You’re being mean’, he said.
‘I know no other way with someone like you.
I am sure, i’m done with you.’


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NaPoWriMo Day 3 : I request..

This entry is for NaPoWriMo, Day 3. So, here we go:

In my times of distress,

I hope when you see me,

You notice the smile,

pushing through the tears.

If you see the struggle,

I’m going through,

Send the look of compassion,

Rather than pity.

If you see the tears,

About to come out,

Think of them as been,

Held on for so long.

Send me words of understanding,

Rather than your judgements.

If you see me get busy,

With the worldly-things,

Don’t think it no longer hurts,

Just that I’m trying to move on.

Help me with the ordeal,

Instead of pushing me away.

Give me the hand,

So I know, I’m not alone.

Give me your kind words, so that

I no longer hear the demons inside me.


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