The Mad Hatter, #NapoWrimo24, Promp24, Humour


  Epilogue (Encounter with the Witch) Oho you think it is easy to pen a poem with humour Oho you think it is easy at this dark hour? Oho you think it is easy to subdue power? The power to invoke pain and pathos And compose poems with lousy bathos.   Yes, that is the …

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The Final Note, #NapoWrimo23, Prompt 23, Mirror


Beauty, glamour and limitless hope, The ceiling, stool and slender rope Everything is draining down You are staring with a frown.   Beauty, glamour and limitless hope, Taking them to peak through the slope Who gave you the power, the right? To decide the colour, black & white…   You are staring like the big …

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Nippon Times, NapoWrimo22, Prompt 22


    Once upon a time, almost at the beginning of time, I was working, I was surviving, I was breathing I was falling in love with words, with the rhyme Once upon a time, almost at the beginning time. It was almost in the middle of time, The sun was early over here However, …

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Imagine What a Wonderful World! #NapoWrimo21, Prompt 21


I hope one day men become fond of men I hope one day men rise above the barrier of religions, I hope one day men rise above the barrier of castes, I hope one day men rise above the barrier of languages, I hope one day men rise above the barrier of genders, I hope …

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To The Poet Who gives no Fuck, #NapoWrimo20, Prompt 20


    Alternate Title Magnanimous Mallu Uncle He was a hot hot blood, He was a rebel, He survived the great flood, He is above any label. He is still a  hot hot blood, He is still a rebel, He is surviving through thick and thin He still doesn’t care about any label. My poetry …

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Bob’s Bar, #NapoWrimo19, Prompt19


The virus is slowly taking over the land It is creeping inside, breaking the human band The microbe is engulfing like quicksand It affects your psyche and the pituitary gland. The readers are nowhere to be seen The cat feels entrapped in the diary of Carroll The raven feels claustrophobic at Poe’s place The rat …

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Blue Baby, #NapoWrimo18, Prompt 18


    I have walked this earth, I have walked through swamps, I have trekked through hillocks, I have walked through jungles I have done it, just for you Hey! Have you seen my blue butterfly? I have  walked this earth, I have survived through the quicksand, I have climbed the hills, I have lived …

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An Ode to the Master, In response to Kipling’s White Man’s Burden, #NapoWrimo16, Prompt 16


Word – Palinode (a poem in which the poet retracts a view or sentiment expressed in a former poem.)   An Ode to our Master In the name of Her Majesty, I bow down to the greatness of your Nation, It is not merely a country but a sensation. You took the pain to traverse …

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The Confession of a Colonised, NaPoWriMo 17, Prompt- 17


Alternate Title Jack of All Trades  & Master of War   Oh you red-faced Jack, How have you been? Remember us, brown and black? Are you hiding? You remain unseen.. The years of looting, The episodes of abducting, The pleasure of pillaging, The Voyages of pirating. Oh my dear  Jack Creeping into our land and …

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The Post Testament, #Napowrimo15 EPILOGUE POEM


The Post Testament #Napowrimo15 EPILOGUE POEM The conjugal union was not their wish The nuptial bed was not their whim The consensual sex was absolutely their wish And my birth was not my wish Traversed through the leaps of schools Travelled through the bouts of colleges Adapted in the whirls of universities And it was …

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