Napowrimo 2020
Prompt 0
Early Bird
Soaring high in the sky
With every cloud passing by
Raising its own bar
Challenging it’s own self
Secretly knowing it can qualify
King of the birds, Magnanimous and strong
It’s life is solitary
To the cliffs it belongs
Ferocious when young
White crested when old
Yes! It’s the eagle to behold
Lives in its own bliss
But has an eye for detail
Clasps it’s prey with perfection
It’s talons cannot miss
Proud and patient
Even though in pain
Claws it’s own feathers
Breaks it’s own beak
Emerges triumphant again
Hard times don’t stand a chance
If we can fly high too
Look beyond the agony
And eagle qualities to enhance !
©️Roopam Chadha
1.4.20
Napowrimo1
Self portrait -Prompt
I go for my brisk walks
I come and cook biryani
Not long ago walking was
like a drug, a therapy , a passion
Tenacious I was
Couldn’t miss my park calls
In every style and fashion
What if I would miss today?
was my only apprehension
Routine is a necessary evil
School, college or now
You want to break free at times
But it wouldn’t allow
Change is the only constant
You learn in lockdown
Though it started with a frown
It’s rather healing me now
Helping me calm down
Away from any uproar
In the world of my own
Nurturing my garden
The herbs I’ve grown
Yes! I have also discovered a linear path in my home
So....
I go for my brisk walks
I come and cook biryani
©️Roopam chadha
03.04.2020
Prompt2
# Napowrimo
33 Hastings Road
Built by the British
In the pre independence era
Enchanted by its enigmatic beauty
It was picturesque in every manner
Resplendent and majestic in its gait
Come summer and with open arms she would wait
Clad in a silk suit
Crisp dupatta to her charm
Her kiss on my forehead
My nani was my balm
Spread in acres around
The kothi was no less than a chateau
Where me and my cousins
The super7 were homebound
Crimson Gulmohar offered to hold our swings flying by
The aroma of her cuisine made us go high
Silver platter in the sky
Sung us a lullaby
Crescent moon shining on the marble floor
It’s time to say goodbye
Till the next summer comes by
©️Roopam chadha
02.04.2020
Prompt 3
Colours Of My Soul
Colours of my soul
Make me complete
Make me whole
Some are bright and happy
They make me laugh and make me roll
The madness comes over me
And I have no control
Some are dull and grey
And take my zest away
They test my patience and grit
As they are here to stay
I let them be as they are
As I can only pray
Some are like sunshine
On a rainy day
They hold me together
Lest I fall away
Like the colours of horizon
Enigmatic and picturesque
Enrich and enlighten me
To find my crest
Colours of my soul
Make me complete
Make me whole!
©️Roopam chadha
03.04.2020
Prompt4
Castle Of My Dreams
Built by the sparkling stream
Is the castle of my dreams
Resplendent and majestic in its gait
Embellished not, with precious stones
But with love and warmth as its theme
Enchanted by its enigmatic beauty
Picturesque in every detail
Stands on top of the hill
Impregnable to the scale
The snow covered and moonlit valley
Shining bright in its armour white
Tranquil and silent by the night
The rain soddened forest by the side
Sweet smelling berries and fragrant flowers
Shady leaves smiling in the sunlight
Lying above is the sky azure
Ethereal in its form
Under its canopy
My soul would reform
Built by the sparkling river
Is the castle of my dreams!
©️Roopam chadha
04.04.2020
Prompt5
Snowbird
Her dance form were the snowflakes falling from the sky
Snow melted in her glass,she added lemon and sugar
and made her lcetea in the concert
Mrs Wilford looked at her angrily and held her hand
Sc
Couldn’t resist the smell, her friends with visual delight
tasted it one by one
Mrs Wilford was about to explode by now at the
London Contemporary Dance School
The teacher loved her , she was her best student
Cooking is also like poetry The spices add the flavour of words
and a beautiful poem is ready to. e savoured
“Alright Then “ Mrs Wilford could smell something fishy
It started raining heavily and could hear the thunder
She believed as a child if you could hear and see
thunder and lightening together vampires were on the prowl
but she smiled, she had outgrown this!
She whispered “todoest’abien”
She looked out to see the tiny raindrops and their happiness
But the thunder terrified her
How she wished the skies to be clear
Soon the rain stopped and she went out
She was dancing on the street without music,without stage
without fear
Mrs Wilford called out loudly”Hey! Snowbird come inside
she fondly addressed her as
But the snowbird wouldn’t listen She wished she was cinderella’s
godmother and would turn this old wretch into a pumpkin
She smelled like a pungent pumpkin
Mrs Wilford would be born as a pumpkin, used for halloween,
rot in the bin and snowbird would be around to see that!
And the skies would say “Prarthananvan da jawaab dutta jaanda hai”
Rain would be her best friend and cheer her whenever she danced
Thunder and lightening would no longer scare her, only clear
skies to lead her path
Punjabi- (prarthnanvan da jawaab ditta jaanda hai- Prayers are answered)
Spanish-todoest’abien- All is well
©️Roopam chadha
05-04-2020
Prompt26
Prompt 0
Early Bird
Soaring high in the sky
With every cloud passing by
Raising its own bar
Challenging it’s own self
Secretly knowing it can qualify
King of the birds, Magnanimous and strong
It’s life is solitary
To the cliffs it belongs
Ferocious when young
White crested when old
Yes! It’s the eagle to behold
Lives in its own bliss
But has an eye for detail
Clasps it’s prey with perfection
It’s talons cannot miss
Proud and patient
Even though in pain
Claws it’s own feathers
Breaks it’s own beak
Emerges triumphant again
Hard times don’t stand a chance
If we can fly high too
Look beyond the agony
And eagle qualities to enhance !
©️Roopam Chadha
1.4.20
Napowrimo1
Self portrait -Prompt
I go for my brisk walks
I come and cook biryani
Not long ago walking was
like a drug, a therapy , a passion
Tenacious I was
Couldn’t miss my park calls
In every style and fashion
What if I would miss today?
was my only apprehension
Routine is a necessary evil
School, college or now
You want to break free at times
But it wouldn’t allow
Change is the only constant
You learn in lockdown
Though it started with a frown
It’s rather healing me now
Helping me calm down
Away from any uproar
In the world of my own
Nurturing my garden
The herbs I’ve grown
Yes! I have also discovered a linear path in my home
So....
I go for my brisk walks
I come and cook biryani
©️Roopam chadha
03.04.2020
Prompt2
# Napowrimo
33 Hastings Road
Built by the British
In the pre independence era
Enchanted by its enigmatic beauty
It was picturesque in every manner
Resplendent and majestic in its gait
Come summer and with open arms she would wait
Clad in a silk suit
Crisp dupatta to her charm
Her kiss on my forehead
My nani was my balm
Spread in acres around
The kothi was no less than a chateau
Where me and my cousins
The super7 were homebound
Crimson Gulmohar offered to hold our swings flying by
The aroma of her cuisine made us go high
Silver platter in the sky
Sung us a lullaby
Crescent moon shining on the marble floor
It’s time to say goodbye
Till the next summer comes by
©️Roopam chadha
02.04.2020
Prompt 3
Colours Of My Soul
Colours of my soul
Make me complete
Make me whole
Some are bright and happy
They make me laugh and make me roll
The madness comes over me
And I have no control
Some are dull and grey
And take my zest away
They test my patience and grit
As they are here to stay
I let them be as they are
As I can only pray
Some are like sunshine
On a rainy day
They hold me together
Lest I fall away
Like the colours of horizon
Enigmatic and picturesque
Enrich and enlighten me
To find my crest
Colours of my soul
Make me complete
Make me whole!
©️Roopam chadha
03.04.2020
Prompt4
Castle Of My Dreams
Built by the sparkling stream
Is the castle of my dreams
Resplendent and majestic in its gait
Embellished not, with precious stones
But with love and warmth as its theme
Enchanted by its enigmatic beauty
Picturesque in every detail
Stands on top of the hill
Impregnable to the scale
The snow covered and moonlit valley
Shining bright in its armour white
Tranquil and silent by the night
The rain soddened forest by the side
Sweet smelling berries and fragrant flowers
Shady leaves smiling in the sunlight
Lying above is the sky azure
Ethereal in its form
Under its canopy
My soul would reform
Built by the sparkling river
Is the castle of my dreams!
©️Roopam chadha
04.04.2020
Prompt5
Snowbird
Her dance form were the snowflakes falling from the sky
Snow melted in her glass,she added lemon and sugar
and made her lcetea in the concert
Mrs Wilford looked at her angrily and held her hand
Sc
Couldn’t resist the smell, her friends with visual delight
tasted it one by one
Mrs Wilford was about to explode by now at the
London Contemporary Dance School
The teacher loved her , she was her best student
Cooking is also like poetry The spices add the flavour of words
and a beautiful poem is ready to. e savoured
“Alright Then “ Mrs Wilford could smell something fishy
It started raining heavily and could hear the thunder
She believed as a child if you could hear and see
thunder and lightening together vampires were on the prowl
but she smiled, she had outgrown this!
She whispered “todoest’abien”
She looked out to see the tiny raindrops and their happiness
But the thunder terrified her
How she wished the skies to be clear
Soon the rain stopped and she went out
She was dancing on the street without music,without stage
without fear
Mrs Wilford called out loudly”Hey! Snowbird come inside
she fondly addressed her as
But the snowbird wouldn’t listen She wished she was cinderella’s
godmother and would turn this old wretch into a pumpkin
She smelled like a pungent pumpkin
Mrs Wilford would be born as a pumpkin, used for halloween,
rot in the bin and snowbird would be around to see that!
And the skies would say “Prarthananvan da jawaab dutta jaanda hai”
Rain would be her best friend and cheer her whenever she danced
Thunder and lightening would no longer scare her, only clear
skies to lead her path
Punjabi- (prarthnanvan da jawaab ditta jaanda hai- Prayers are answered)
Spanish-todoest’abien- All is well
©️Roopam chadha
05-04-2020
Prompt6
Garden of Earthly Delights
From paradise to hell
through the garden of earthly delights
Life of mankind of desire,
lust and plight
Pips of apple having cyanide
Lesser did Adam know
before he put it inside
Seduction of eve irresistible and burning bright Why to
blame her to satisfy your appetite ?
Horses , goats and camels
for ride and race
Birds and ducks in water
dabbling in their space
Red cherries and blue grapes
Temptations of earth and divine
Yellow fruits and blue flowers blended to make wine Pig
with habit sits with the porcupine
Dominance of man
Indulgence of sins
Have the animals draped in armour
To the human horror
Kill and eat the man now
Birds sit as royalty
and take a vow
Birth, rise and fall of civilisation
Have taught us to take a bow
©️Roopam
chadha
06.04.2020
Prompt7
Corona Burger
‘When the chef says bite it to beat it’
After all the hype , fear and melodrama of corona
Spreading like wild fire all over India and Barcelona Laughing on the face of
global pandemic Which has halted almost everything social and academic
Considered to be Indomitable and mutagenic
A chef and his team in a small town of Panama create a
corona burger Moulding dozens of tender burger buns complete with the crowns
Made this place an uptown even in the lockdown
Luminous brown burgers loaded with veggies and mayonnaise
In times of today is a morale boosting treat
Biting into this burger
Makes you feel victorious
Tearing into tiny bits
Knowing it’s notorious
This town full of positivity
Had strong herd immunity
They could fight
covid pathogens
To save their community
©️Roopam
chadha
07.04.2020
Prompt 8
The Mountain Skies Were Clear
The little girl in red boots ran over the hill The
mountain skies were clear And the air has less chill
Enchanted by the enigmatic display of colours Celestial
and panaromic She could see the horizon Serene and charismatic
Little did she know
The sun was about to set
In this town of Kursk
Where soldiers marched with threat
She lived in a small chamber
Her family quite large
With fear and anticipation
Who would take the state charge?
Six years caged with wrath and fright
Only made her stronger
Her candle still burning bright
She could now open the cage and walk upright The misery
was all over The mountain skies were clear and throwing some light
©️Roopam
chadha
08.04.2020
Prompt 9
Teardrop
She learnt to hold back
Preserving the fall
The tiny crystal teardrop
For another hurtful call
Smile on her lips
Failing to crawl
Her solitary and lonely companion
The elongated ball
Says a million words
The silent bawl
Age and gender no bar
It serves them all
Salty droplets pristine
Badal reflex and emotional
Present at every blink of mine
Companion in every moment of joy laugh or scream You
never run out of them They visit you too in your dream
©️Roopam
Chadha
09.04.2020
Prompt 10
Hay(na)ku
I
Discover poetry
A bit everyday
Poetry
Is meditation
Makes me calm
Poetry
Is expressive
Makes me heard
Poetry
Is blissful
I feel contended
Poetry
Is creative
Helps me grow
Poetry
Is spiritual
I feel gratitude
©️Roopam
Chadha
10.04.2020
Prompt 11
Sunflower
Her sun kissed aura was visible from far As she walked
through the fields of the yellow petals The once vibrant and cheerful village
Sits silent as the dusk settles
Some got roses, tulips and daffodils
Others snowdrop, orchids and bluebells
She picked up the sunflower
Enchanting and mesmerising
For longevity and power
Prayers and offerings to break the evil spell Healing and
energising Lifts up your spirits
The tall stalks stretched towards the sun With a
delightful disposition Sunflower for hope and happiness To overcome the dark
nights To cherish again the contemporary countryside As at the end of the
tunnel There is always light
©️Roopam
Chadha
11.04.2020
Prompt 12
Triolets
Words are pouring in like an overflowing tank Yet, my
mind sits still and blank To give it a boost a chamomile I drank Words are
flowing like an overflowing tank I think I’m overworked to be frank Looking at
the chores my heart sank Words are pouring in like an overflowing tank Yet my
mind sits still and blank
Yet my mind sits still and blank
Is the lockdown real or life’s playing a prank But I’m
good watching Jason’s Crank Yet my mind sits still and blank I attempt to write
poetry sitting on a plank And wait for the admins to mark the rank Yet my mind
sits still and blank Is the lockdown real or life’s playing a prank
Is the lockdown real or life’s playing a prank My loved
ones are safe to the almighty I thank Lazying all day my clothes shrank Is the
lockdown real or life’s playing a prank Nobody can visit me Sheila or Hank Wish
I could shoot corona point blank Is the lockdown for real or life’s playing a
prank My loved ones are safe to the almighty I thank
©️Roopam
Chadha
12.04.2020
Prompt 13
Stole Away
I stole away those moments of laughter and bliss My sweet
memories A daughter’s kiss
I stole away those moments
of mischief and fun
When he would
get the scolding
And a sister would run
I stole away your heart
and gave you mine
Our fates forever
would intertwine
I stole away your tears
to give you a smile
To hold your hand on the shore
And walk a mile
I stole away your dilemma
to give you direction
To aspire your goals
and do so in perfection
I stole away your first cry
and gave you a hug
In my lullabies
You would surely snug
I steal sometime now
to write poetry
And share my thoughts
with you happily
I apologize not
For all that I stole
For this is my life
On the roll
©️Roopam
chadha
13.04.2020
Prompt 14
A poem about poets , poems or people one derives or
doesn’t derive inspiration from
A literary potpourri
‘In the dusky path of my dreams’said Tagore to the mountain man’s ‘quiet mind’
In every shelf my work you shall find
‘What if you forget me‘asked Pablo
Then take ‘ the road not taken’ and ‘stop by the woods on
a snowy evening” said Frost Or ‘ shall I compare thee to a summer day’inquired
Shakespeare
After the summer’ there will come soft rain’said Sara
softly But ‘Still I rise’maya with a
dare!
All this work sublime
A perfect literary paradigm
For me poetry itself
Is an inspiration
A creative desire
embodied by motivation
A symphony of words
orchestrated
In a beautiful creation
©️Roopam
chadha
14.04.2020
Prompt 15
An Epilogue
The sun sets with a heavy sigh
Hiding it’s crimson demeanour
In the long arms of the night
Sitting by the shore the girl teary eyed The twinkling
stars above offering her respite
She allowed them to roll down
Holding back no more
Ebb and flow of her emotions
From her inner core
Waves gushing with sympathy
On the sea shore
Each pristine drop in her own narration
Died in not meeting
It’s expectation
Or such is life’s equation
No veil to hide behind
No more words unkind
She walked away slowly and heavily
For her next station
©️Roopam
chadha
15.04.2020
Prompt 16
Poem using some titles of Aporia by Sufjan Stevens
‘Resolute she was’ said Agathon
To climb the mountain across the sea
However gentle and petite
her demeanour
This was bound to be
After all the misology
They reached a conciliation
No more backhanded cloud
Or she was in retaliation
What it takes to be there
Was her endeavour and enthusiasm
He called her the glorious you
Kneeling down on one knee
He gave her the Lydian ring
At sunrise and said’ I do’
The unlimited runaround
In the red desert
Resulted in their afterworld alliance
On the sand dunes they walked in compliance
This was the determined outcome
With the music playing and the guitar strum By Raymond
Scot In the cool breeze under the twilight sky a melody they would hum
©️Roopam
chadha
16.04.2020
Prompt17
Forgiveness
Always easier said than done
To forgive is not easy in the short run
As I ponder sitting under the sun
Forgiveness should be earned
If your lesson you have learned
The rights from the wrong to be discerned
Forgiveness is sacramental
Redemption from sin
Forgiveness is merciful
Reconciliation to begin
Forgiveness is compassion
For love to let in
Forgiveness is sublime
Solace from within
Forgiveness is magnanimous
Grace to the kin
Forgiveness is forbearing
For peace to win
Forgiveness is light
Eliminate darkness from within
Forgiveness is hope
Let despair give in
Forgiveness is happiness
In the long run it wins
And with good innings
©️Roopam
chadha
17.04.2020
Prompt 18. TSL
Blue Butterfly
The blue butterfly
On a mundane day
The blue ray of hope
When the sky is grey
The April spring
was in full swing
Flower’s abloom in
valleys to the brim
Wheels of time
around this quarter
Speckled wings in the
wind would flutter
Over the skyflakes
on the mire
The flurry of the swarm
was on fire
Splendid and charming
The turquoise attire
Nomadic and wild
Every flowers desire
Restless but mechanical
In all they do
Collecting nectar
To bid adieu
Larva to butterfly
Metamorphosis of life
The magic of nature in
all little things it lies
©️Roopam
chadha
18.04.2020
Prompt 19 TSL
Trialogue between Cheshire Cat of Lewis Caroll,Raven of
Edgar Allen Poe and Pesky rat of Hamelin
The clock tower on the Mall Road struck twelve It was a
Friday night no one could tell All quiet and lonely , the air had no smell
But in the woods nearby
The party was going strong
When his friends came along
All night music and ding dong
Raven- ‘Hey ! Cheshire welcome I like your red hat’
Raven- ‘Whatsupp Pesky ! Nice suit’
Raven- ‘ No need to grin Cheshire , the Barbeque has good
river fish and pesky your favourite Gouda cheese in the dish’
Cheshire-‘What is it so quiet about the night Raven’?
Blowing the smoke from the barbeque ‘ I think the answer
is blowin in the wind’
Pesky- ‘ All humans are up against the corona fight’
Cheshire- ‘Hmmmm the great fall of the human pride’
Pesky rat- ‘Never trusted the humans before ‘ ‘How hard
the pied piper tried to allure’
Cheshire- ‘Or is it the ill omen of the midnight black
Raven’?
Raven- adjusting the skewers’Still unknown though the
answer is blowin in the wind’
Pesky-‘The wrath of the deadly virus has caught all, from
the common to Your Highness ‘
Cheshire-‘The fish is flavoursome All the more with the
dim sum’
Pesky-‘Till they find a cure , their lives are
cumbersome’
Raven-‘Sometimes you need to let go You can’t hold onto
everything you love So many lost their loved ones or was it the call from above
? The answer is still blowin in the wind
Pesky- ‘ What do you say green eyed’?asked the
troublesome
Cheshire -‘They be inside, safe and healthy is my insight
till then’
©️Roopam
chadha
19-04-2020
Prompt20 TSL
Today’s prompt by Udita Garg
An Ode To Dedicated Readers
With the onset of the April Spring
My pen to poetry has added more zing
Writing has become more fun
With such elite readers and writers giving you a run with
their shotgun
Writing can be creative , elevating and graceful It can
be whimsical, rhyming or insightful And when appreciated can be soulful
I’m grateful to the TSL family
For sending their likes and hearts
By acknowledging my poetry
The warmth they do impart
If they say
‘ A beautiful narrative wow’
I’m humbled with a bow
Or if the flow was effortless
I’m left speechless
For appreciating my humble writes
To you mom too my gratitude infinite
©️Roopam
chadha
20.04.20
Prompt21 TSL
Prompt by Mrs Satbir Chadha
Including some words from Joy Harjo’s poem- Eagle -sky ,
earth, sun , moon, circles, kindness , beauty , sacred wings , eagle
Prayers
The beauty of prayer is not in the asking, but in its
belief!
Prayer it is the eternal light
Prayer it is the strength to fight
Prayer it is an offering to the unseen
Creator of the cosmos and all being
Prayer it is for rain in drought
And when the sky is showering the clouds
Prayer it is the warmth of the sun
The source of power for all and one
Prayer it is when moon circles the earth The only sphere
of life and birth
Prayer it is when offered kindness
To hold a hand when faith is minus
The sacred wings of the eagle gives hope and power In all
our endeavours with prayer we can tower
For me prayer is like cooking a meal
To spread the aroma of love and words to heal
For me prayer is to be by your side
When the waves are smooth or a high tide
For me prayer is to embrace your failure To be your guide
and not your saviour
For me prayer is to write poetry
To enhance my life and is therapy
©️Roopam
chadha
21.04.2020
Prompt22
Prompt by Sunita Singh
Fragments
I see myself in shards of glass flying in all directions
Every sliver defying gravity
is my own reflection
Calling out to all the remnants to complete the frame
A fraction of me is left behind gravely calling out my
name
Every crumb I leave behind in my voyage of life
Are the pieces of assorted memories I hold on to survive
Like the rain leaves behind the petrichor nearby
Like the young ones leave their nest to fly high
Like the flowers leave behind their scent before they go
I leave behind a piece of me as I row my canoe
©️Roopam
chadha
22.04.2020
Prompt 23
Prompt by Lopa Banerjee
Reflection In The Mirror
Mirror mirror on the wall
You are a tolerably faithful companion
On my beck and call
Smooth and unruffled
More than a century old
You see me everyday without a veil
Your attention I ahold
You are the silent witness of my agonising and gloomy
days
In your spherical and splendid gilt
You stand tall in your grace
I see in you the docile and youthful
I see in you the incongruous and truthful
I see in you the brave and generous
I see in you the obstinate and resentful
Your limpid eyes can’t lie to me
You too have a story to tell
The wrinkles on the tarnished sides
Speak volumes of the beaten metal
Mirror mirror on the wall
©️Roopam
chadha
23.04.2020
Prompt 24
Prompt by Sudeshna Mukherjee
On a series note humour is difficult to rite
If it wasn’t for William Stunner we wouldn’t right this A
humble attempt
Friends of Forty
I feared the forties when I was ywenty tears old
Will I look so pretty
So strong and so bold
Or will I have wrinkles
aches and a stomach
marigold
I fired the forties when I
was ywenty tears old
My mirror has surprised me
I was hearing to fold
Nothing booked letter
Neither silver nor gold
But I look smarter than before
And that’s a secret untold
Friends of forty are more cool
They’re the companions
from high school
They stick together as a wolf pack
Hallways having each other’s back
That’s a credit to uphold
I feared the forties when I was ywenty tears old!
©️Roopam
chadha
24.04.2020
Prompt 25
Prompt by Agnivesh Mohapatra
A Day By The Window Sill
I come by the window
to wish you goodbye
To see the spring flowers bloom
As the world goes by
A lovely blue jay sits by the window sill Singing to her
mate as I sit with my chai
The window has a panoramic view from dusk to dawn Sitting
by the shade are some figures forlorn
Children in euphoria swinging in the park high The little
rays of hope as mothers sit chattering by
The rainbow after the showers and the smell of petrichor
The fall of the autumn leaves or the hail in July
My anchor in the storm
Has shown me even more
Waiting by the window sill
For my quintessential lover
As night falls by silently on the hill
©️Roopam
chadha
25.04.2020
He and She
He and She in this beautiful world
In every life, birth and form .
He, the reason of her existence
His love she shall adorn.
Painted in colours of togetherness
In the same palette and brush
Is the genesis of life pink or grey
Red mixed with violet
And formed a beautiful maroon
He and she till eternity
lived in their cocoon
When yellow met blue
came up the envious green
In every caste or creed
She remained his queen.
Purple and yellow played together
to make the earthy brown
He was her pride.
and bejewelled her crown
©️Roopam
chadha
Prompt 27
Prompt by Jagari Mukherjee
Travel In Quarantine
My travel of around forty days in quarantine Opened new
realms of my being , earlier unseen It
has tested my patience though, umpteen From being a dusky damsel to at times a
wolverine
The perpetual visits to the kitchen and back Are more
intensive than the morning walk on tracks I’m visiting some corners more often
ignored They recognise me now and we strike a new chord
Though weary and toilsome this journey is for sure But
has taught us to be humble and challenges to be endured
My visits to the backyard in the absence of maali I
learnt to till the soil and grow coriander and broccoli
Not only physical this travel is also soulful The
tenebrous mind now lit up by meditation Is unclouded and receptive, my new
destination
This travel like my other journeys will be recorded in my
diary When I look back on it as my inspirational theory
©️Roopam
chadha
27.04.2020
Prompt 28
Prompt by Bhuvaneshwari Shivakumar Shankar
WORDS
I hear the silence of the words
Words unspoken struggling to be heard
Heard from the waves ebbing in the shore Shore with
seashells shimmering under the rays
Rays falling on your golden strands kissing your face
Face radiating with love and pain Pain in the eyes as deep as the ocean Ocean
mysterious and enchanting like you
You I seek to be with forever
Forever walking on the glistening sand
Sand slipping from my fingers like you from me Me is what
is left behind from you
You are the voice of my unspoken words
Words are all I have to take your heart away Away you
went but I have your scent Scent I got from the zephyr after the sunset
Sunset revived your memories to me
Me is what is left behind from you
©️Roopam
chadha
28.04.2020
Prompt 29
Prompt by Dev Mishra
ABSENCE
Captured and caged in the walls of my territory With a
warning so sudden and mandatory
I miss the freedom I had ,though this arrest is
transitory
The prolonged and unexcused crisis has created a furore I
miss the peace I had in my life before
Day and night now living in ambiguity
I miss the life of vision and certainty
No visitors, friends and relatives to cling I miss the
sound of my doorbell ring
Days are anxious and hard to swallow
I miss my routine and timetable to follow
No travel on the roads been quite a while I miss the
warmth of my parents smile
Life is circumscribed into a small ring
I miss the hugs and laughter of my siblings
Though life is reduced to a virtual world The sun is
still shining , for life to again unfurl
©️Roopam
chadha
29.04.2020
Prompt 30
HATRED
She thinks she talks less
But I think she is a bore
To go on babbling is not her cup of tea
‘Oh!I hate her from the core’
She appears to be as calm as the sea
Don’t fall for her mistaken identity
Her shooting daggers can tear you into three
She walks in the room with all eyes in awe Exhibiting
mild manners and a well groomed personality Someone show her the mirror close
and make her count her flaws
She believes she makes good desserts
So hard to chew and heavy to digest
I resentfully try to smile just to keep her heart
She thinks she is a traditionalist
But I would call her a minimalist
Living in her cocoon
Whom I love to detest
She rises to the occasion when you are in need She does
this to add a feather in her cap But only when you plead
She thinks she is disciplined and systematic in her
approach Wears it with pride her shimmering silver brooch ‘What is she in front
of me that little cockroach?’
©️Roopam
chadha
30.04.2020
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