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I find the midnight sky and the white orb floating on it really beautiful. There is just something about it I can’t explain. No poet could be more delighted to be in the presence of such amazing beauty.







And so my theme for #NaPo is the cosmos
The moon,
The sun,
The stars,
The galaxy,
The cosmos,
The universe



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KEEP CALM AND NAPOWRIMO!!!!!!

Little Drops Of Water

Dreams are like those
Drops of water
Barely hanging on your fingertips
Reflecting you
As if they were round mirrors

And then,
Dancing on your fingertips slightly

(Like the wind chimes fluttering by the touch of curious wind)

They shimmer for a moment

(fooling you they could wriggle into reality)

And slip down
Dissecting into
A million tears

(Like your heart when you realise they were just fairytales)

They fall lightly
Into the white-tiled basin
Slowly swallowed by
The drain

(Like hope as it is devoured by reality)

They travel down
The mouldy pipe
Little bits of green algae
Sticking here and there

(Those little bits of hope born by people who dared hope again)

They crouch through the dark alleyways
Of the pipe
Anticipating the end

(Like you did when you picked up the needle to sew them into reality)

And they meet the end
Almost abruptly

(Like your heart had done when the world rejected your dreams)

They fall down lightly
With a tiny plop
Into the cemetery

(Where hundred other dreams were buried)

They sink deeper
Floating lightly
At the bottom

(Like you wanted to when you were abandoned by others for voicing your thoughts)

And they glimpse at the
Little rays of green light
[filtered green from the algae-infected waters of million other dreams]

They dissolve in the water
Miscible in hopelessness
They shiver
And smile


Penned down slowly into
Your own little book of history







Dreams are like those
Drops of water
That evaporate from
the cemetery
Weaving themselves into
a fluffy cloud
Of endless possibilities
And
when the time comes right


They fall down lightly



Right into the lap of




Reality

I love the imagery in your poems here, rida! "half-eaten moon" and "pixies of yellow mischief" are really creative and evocative. The first poem in general feels very dynamic and active, which portrays "pillow thoughts" well, I think.

That second poem is a great example of bringing an extended simile to its full potential. I love how you developed the comparison of dreams to water droplets to tell a story with twists and turns. The ending of the poem was also a pleasant surprise. You're doing great with this! <3

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed my poems!

A Masterpiece

The air
Twirls little brown corpses
Of dead tree leaves
Caressing them out of
autumn’s lap
While kissing buds of new leaves
On the shabby yellowed trees


It picks up petals
From the gardens
Of bird-of-paradise coloured flowers
Stealing a few
From spring

It plucks little snowflakes
From snowstorms
And
Avalanches
Stealing certain coldness
(Yet beauty all the same)
From frost bitten winter

It lures sings little buds
From their moss-soft blankets
And inhales soft loo
As the loo blushes, embarrassed shy


It weaves little dew drops
From gloomy monsoon
Chuckling all the way



And now,
It spreads all the ingredients
On its mud-brown canvas
Caressing each stroke
As if it was delicate
As a human heart

It sweats
It frowns
It smiles
It blushes

It sighs
As it completes the masterpiece


It hangs the painting
On its little wall of glory


Below naming the art






‘Life’

Hey NaPo buddy! I really enjoy what you've done in A Masterpiece! "The air / Twirls little brown corpses / Of dead tree leaves" is definitely my favourite line there! The concept of leaves once being alive but now have died is a really interesting one! "moss-soft blankets" is another good one, too!

Can't wait to see what you do with the rest of your poetry! <3

Thank you so much, @chikara! I’m so glad you enjoyed my poem!

I built little walls around my heart
With Pink-and-purple striped wallpaper
And
Exquisite furniture
~the perfect bedroom

I put freshly plucked stars in the vase
Stealing a few from the sky
(If I steal 3 from infinity, it shouldn’t matter, should it?)
Trying to light the bedroom
With hope
(Did I know stars are just burning jealousy plastered on the sky?)

I tore little fragments
From the moon
Graffitiing my wall
With their little fragments
(Did I know the moon has darker parts to it?)

I plucked daisy petals
Pasting them
On my windowsills
(Did I know petals cripple without love?)

I pasted lively posters
Of sunshine on meadows
And
Giggles of autumn
On my windows
(Did I know the posters would block real sunlight from entering?)

I tiled my bedroom floor
With pebbles
And seashells
Trying to imitate the lively ocean floor
(Did I know each seashell has shape corners?)



Soon
Each star burned into ash
Each poster crumbled from my sobs
Each petal decayed from my anger

I bled on the tiles





I had shut myself
In an attempt
To perhaps
Protect my heart
From breaking
(How many times can a heart be taped together?)



The peeling wallpaper
Lost its adventure



Little strokes of white
Seeped through the tiny gaps
Reaching out to me

I pressed myself deeper
Into the corner
Bleeding

The lights
Reached out again
Like the wary waves do
When they reach out to the sandcastles
On the sunset-studded beach


They seeped into my toes
(Were they going to infect me?)
A warm feeling gushed into me
My toes stopped bleeding

Weren’t they supposed to harm me?


Like a curios child,
I pressed my fingers on them

My fingers still bled


But something else stopped bleeding



It was this beating thing
I never seemed to understand it
So I ignored it

I never noticed its bleeding
But now it had stopped

“Who are you?”

The lights re-arranged themselves

Hope

My bedroom crumbled




I stepped out


A little afraid of what might come



But I felt a hand grab my own calloused hand
The lines were now
A woman

She smiled





“Have I healed?”

“No, not yet.... but you will. Just hope”




My heart
Has been broken
Too many times
To remember

And every single night
As I watch the sun roll down
Melancholic rays flailing hopelessly
And ending a blur
I tape those little cracks
And glue those little crumbling fragments
With hope

But my heart
(A shack held by duct tape and cardboard boxes)
Has been broken too many times
To be fixed

I trace those little scars
While tracing those memories
That had slashed my heart

Each day
My heart cracks
A little more
A little loudly
And each day
I press my finger
Trying to stop it




But the crack gets deeper
And the sound gets louder
My pain
Sips my thoughts
And drips from my words
Deepening its roots




And one day









My heart broke down
And crumbled to the floor
The way the sun crumbles into a sunset

But strangely
My body didn’t
Become as hollow
As I thought it would be

My heart crumbled
And kindness oozed out of it,
Dripping love
Into my hollow bones,
And into this world




My heart opened

@rida I love your thread so much! This last piece was so full of wonderful imagery(I can't choose a favorite part but "The sky / Darkens" stanza was just *chef's kiss*). I just wanted you to know how much I've been enjoying your poetry, so please keep writing! <333

Thank you so,so much! I’m so glad you enjoy my poetry! ^_^

Does the sun
Ooze into the ocean
(Like slime oozing down rough cave walls)
To search for
The unreachable
Perfection
Too?

Or maybe
It hides away
All the gold
(Unjustly stolen from all us historians)
With it
As it
Tiptoes slowly
Into the perishing
Sunset.

Or
Maybe the sun
Is
Perfection

Why else would it
Be striking gold
Smugly showing-off
By dipping into
Unreachable
Depths of coveted beauty?

I pick up my tools
Thirsty for
Draining life
(Or maybe hoping to acquire some)
From that round coin
Of
Rose-blooming flawlessness

I hammer my
Tool
Gently on the rough surface of twilight
My breath coming in
Short gulps
Nervousness tickling my heart
Fear dripping in my veins
My heart beats a little more tensely
Sweating galleons of self-doubt
Into my lungs
Confidence leaking out of my sweat-pores


But my tool
Isn’t strong enough
To break the
Blush-pink twilight
And dip my hand
Into soothing-cold
Excellence

Perhaps my numb heart
Would do a better job
So I hammer it on
The cool surface
Slowly reddening into
Midday

But the wall stays firm
My heart broken in pieces
Scattered on
Trays to be served
To the world

What did I do wrong?

Time bandages my heart together
This memory stored at the bottom
Of my river of life
Insignificant threads of a forgotten memory
Woven into hushed music
Occasionally screaming
Jogging back into my life

I stand up again
Happy, like the first time I staggered into
A few steps

And then an old thirst for faultlessness
Seeped into
The corridors of my heart
Burning a whole in
My throat

I explore again
Staggering under
The weight of
Sneers
And
Slicing words
(Some ringing from mouths of others as they snake my ankles, others burning from my own heart as it hardens from being kept in the cold too long)


I explore the stars,
This time
Always twinkling in the cheeks of infinity
Being wished upon

So I plunge my fingers
Into the ice-cold midnight
Navigating across
The sea of blankness and
Finding a few stars
Along the way

But each time I try to pluck
A star
My heart gives a jolted beat
And the stars
Remain in place
Twinkling ruefully
~mocking me

“Another failed attempt”

I fall down
Plunging into a sea of
Hopelessness

I dissect my heart
Finding those memories
Scarring me for a second time


My legs
Broken all over the place
Unable to run again
For perfection

I sigh
My heart beating slower than
The chimes of midnight

My little expedition
Of perfection
Took more than
Just a year




I sigh my final breath



It floats gently into
My river of life