NaPoWriMo Day 5 - Home

I own homes, way too many

To remember each one of their addresses

In their articulate spaces

And yet I know, every single nook

every single lane, every other crook

I run my fingers along their edges

Nourishing myself, pouring them into me

I learn, I breathe, I bloom

Cherishing every stay

I return in happiness and in gloom

They hold me, they cherish me

Make me feel one of them own

I am taken to travel, I am taken to meet

People so many

Humanity, human psyche

Black, white, grey and everything in between

Emotions, unnamed, understated, unknown

I have known from these

I live amidst all the books I have read

In their pages

Lurking between their spaces

They have my heart, they have my head

No matter what

I wouldn’t trade this home for anything ever instead

# Writing for NaPoWriMo attempting to everyday for the month of April. Combining this with prompts from The Alipore Post 

NaPoWriMo Day 4 - Unsolved

in that irritated tone for no reason

in that everlasting smile 

in every season

the anger that piqued without your permission

in those excuses given for canceling plans

in the fear of being uncomfortable amidst new

and yet, in the inability to say ‘no’ to even a few

in that obsessive gulping on books and booze

and even in the smugness that you choose

in judging your own actions

and denying self-care

hinging your identity to people

who are hardly there

living with the feeling

that you always belong else somewhere

in feeling like a walking apology

balancing everything on eggshells

being somebody to whom everything overwhelms

in lashing out

when you actually need help

in the muffled cries

when on paper they are dealt

in being afraid to make mistakes

the unending feeling of everything

being always at stake

it hides itself

festering from inside

unprecedented, unmoving

visible, yet invisible

this unsolved, unknown trauma

# Writing for NaPoWriMo attempting to everyday for the month of April. Combining this with prompts from The Alipore Post 

NaPoWriMo Day 3 - Distance

the distance between us

can be measured in meters

but, the distance between us

cannot be measured

# Writing for NaPoWriMo attempting to everyday for the month of April. Combining this with prompts from The Alipore Post 

NaPoWriMo Day 2 - Patterns

lines, dots and crosses,

some twisted, some turned

a few straight, others overturned

molding gradually into soft designs

they must fit tightly into their confines

it holds you, beholds you

captures and enslaves

in its beauty, in its calmness

in symmetry and finesse

control your hands

and patient your mind

only then you will understand

that a Mandala is

not just some pattern and design

# Writing for NaPoWriMo attempting to everyday for the month of April. Combining this with prompts from The Alipore Post. I have suddenly become fascinated towards learning to draw a Mandala and this post talks about just that.  

NaPoWriMo Day 1 - Gentle

They say it hits you like lightening, sweeps you off your feet and makes you walk on moonbeams.

The books told me it would make you hear violins in the sky, fill your stomach with butterflies and make your heart flutter with bittersweet anxiety every night.

The movies showed that I would get lost all the time, smile unknowingly at strangers and burst into dance sequences in the middle of a railway stations.

I thought it would make me lose my sense of time, fill me up with candyfloss giddiness and let me dream with eyes wide open.

All it did was take off some invisible burden from my drooping shoulders, joining them with his own and showed me togetherness in everything. Who said love couldn't be gentle in its arrival?

# Writing for NaPoWriMo attempting to everyday for the month of April. Combining this with prompts from The Alipore Post