National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: Week 2

It’s been another week down in my poetry writing challenge. This week has been even more challenging and demanding for me, through its challenges. For a particular prompt I even had to write a limerick, which is way away from my writing style. However, words I never knew were in me, have found their way…

National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: Week 1

Hi y’all. On the occasion of national poetry month, I have taken up the task of writing a poem a day, for the entire month, under a custom and eclectic 30 day challenge. Feel free to pick topics from my writing list below, and challenge yourselves to write some wonderful poetry. I would love to…

Dead storms.

The storm is all dead, Instantaneously gone, Shattered by the winds: Broken glass in lucid hands, capturing sun rays alone. ~ for storms will come, and storms will go, but you will make the sun shine bright on yourself with the very things that your storms will break…

The sky is a poem

The sky is a poem,Painted in vibrant rhyme,It cries in gentle metaphors,That drench me time to time. All its hues are varied moods,In its colors bright and bold,Are underlying similes,And narratives untold. It blushes in crimson allegory,Through sun kissed golden odes,And merges into bleaker nights,And snowy, pallid roads. An embodiment of elegies,It lists to this…

How Eternal?

I brood over the fact,Eternity to be precise,If eternity accompanies,In life and demise. Death doesn’t wait for any,Nor the infant in the womb,How long can eternity stand itself,In its eternal tomb. If it exists it always does,The most precious all around,Timelessness might be radiating wisdom,Waiting to be found. If eternity doesn’t stick to time,How long…