Hi friends,
Nothing feels better than sending a newsletter on scheduled time. As promised, here is my collection of poems I wrote in April, in honour of NaPoWriMo.
Hope you guys like reading these pieces:))
1st of April
3rd of April
Blue glass reminds me of my cries; The unseen agony of stormy nights. These white, wide walls are here, to hold me together, in my despair; My boat is sinking in shallow floods. The mirror is a reflection. The good part is done. The saddest? It will be Now.
5th of April
//There's beauty in the transmutation//
This is human nature
to resist, to be rigid;
The heart is set in its ways.
Clinging to what's known,
Seeking comfort in brick and stone.
But the seasons change,
flowers wilt,
leaves are shed and
Hatchlings learn to fly.
The spring - enchanting us all.
Earth moves - slow
Oceans come alive, full of glow.
It is human
to fear the unknown,
but to love and accept
is human too.
Nothing is more beautiful than
seeing the dead trees
coming back to life,
Metamorphosis of Earth.8th of April
Like clouds and rain we are supposed to let go pain. It's said not to dwell on past but does mind ever stop? They command you to walk on betrayal then talk about hope. I know you're running out of patience and I have been there myself, I too am tired of hearing songs of disguised elf. You must be brave though breathing after blood and war, You have left flesh and became poetry I am proud of you for coming this far. ~🧜♀
10th of April
Ink stained hands, Sticky stories on my fingertips, A dream within a dream, A language as a whole; Nothing is as inspiring as being around words.
11th of April
Gentle music Teaching me the art of falling, Life awaits.
12th of April
I hope this poem finds you on a busy day. When you're having lunch In a cafeteria Eating with your people, feeling out of place. I hope this poem finds you in a crowded place. Sweaty hands of strangers pressed against yours, in the local train. I hope this poem finds you at a party. When people out there are having fun, and you're on your phone Smiling through the second hand happiness, of the people you love. I hope this poem finds you on rainy nights. when the world out there is finally louder than your thoughts. I hope this poem finds you before an important meeting. Just when you're about to face your fears trying to live. And, I hope, you know we are all in this, together. Prompt: On scheduling your grief
13th of April
A magician, quite the charmer, could make a dove out of his palm in a simple twist, he can produce a rabbit from his wrist, and then can vanish in his armour.
15th of April
I see the crimson sky stained with the blood of innocence, The world is stuck in the game of "An eye for eye" and I'm silent, for everything, even injustice becomes normal with time.
16th of April
If I were to write a poem to a word, I'd write to the orange; A fruit; A colour; A feeling. ~Kajal, Homecoming
17th of April
Tipsy nights are amusing; A striking fashion of wind. Always the same? Not quite. Tecoma- the lively scent, dominating the oppressed walls. Distance is luxury: More the distance, more is beauty. A lavish scene - tens of buildings, glued together; strangers. Tip-topeing youth "You should walk more" The tiring circle of life "Walk more to live long". Seldom talking mouths, keen eyes and trembling hands. Another day to live to claim to pass. How fragile - life How hard- living.
18th of April
I look into my memories, a never-ending story; The past is haunting me the gone days are weighing heavy; I am lost in a memory and my present is ruined. Sijo; Wings of trauma
19th of April
Even when I am alone my heart is not heavy, The calming presence of love in my life- inspiring; I am moved by the beauty of stability. Prompt: Meaning of stability
20th of April
Open pages hold stories, Worlds awaiting to be lived; Adventures unfold.
22nd of April
Towards the left and into the right not a single heart in sight. It's expensive to be a human And drastic when inhuman. The conflicts are head high rivers and air: impossibly dry, Sharp cries of wounded growing faint In one's own home everyone is a saint. See, no help is needed now No point where, why and how! Tears are caught in between the lines suppressed murmuring as from a wood of pines. Could one live? What do they say of hope? Tell me post death has life any scope?
See you next month.
Sending Mountain Breeze,
Kajal.