NaPoWriMo 30
A map of the heart ❤️
The cartography of heart
Traces lines that tell interesting tales
Lessons of love and loss
Adventures and adversities
Mystery and enigma
There are demarcations
In the lines that differentiate landscapes
Like Columbus did there are revelations
From finding new continents and oceans
From deep and dense forests to vast deserts
The barren dunes to lush green meadows,
Then a cascade, that gives abundant of joy
The maps have lantern that glows,in dark
Shielding from beasts with all its might.
And at the end, where horizon kisses
An ocean awaiting an eternal bliss!

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NaPoWriMo 29
Mundane
Mundane works create a boredom
Cleaning the house
Folding the clothes
Arranging the books
The simple tasks makes anyone whine,
Yet when we perform them worries cease
They carry a therapeutic power
To drag us out from the slush of depression!
Mundane tasks are profound
Helping us way beyond our imagination
Such is the sustaining power of mundane!

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NaPoWriMo 28
Roots

Nature's canvas, where seasons dance
Leaves cascade gently in autumn's glance
Spring's palette paints hues so bright
Blossoms bloom and fruits greet light.

Summer whispers in fragrant air,
Beckoning birds, from far-off fair.
Roots, firmly anchors the trees
Embracing countless birds and bees.

Rooted and grounded souls are oasis
Where weary hearts find tranquil space
They sway gently giving refuge and shade
Withering away worries they bade.

For without purpose, we drift astray,
But with roots deep, we thrive each day.

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NaPoWriMo 27
Poetry
In volatile moments of life you always stay,
During the dark and daunting times
You are the glow worm in the deepest woods
When words fail, and silence grips my soul,
You paint my anguish, with soothing shades
Backstabbed and Betrayed by people
You act as a potion healing my wounds.
In loss's shadow, when loved ones depart,
You stand by me as a faithful companion,
And hand hold me and guide me
Through every storm,
Poetry you are there by my side…
To survive this unfair world!

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NaPoWriMo 26
A Room of One’s Own
A woman seeks her sanctuary,
Not just a room with a lock and key,
But a space where her spirit is free.
Not just walls that seal her plight,
But a haven for her soul's respite.
In the midst of judgements and blame,
She seeks a refuge, to shed the guilt
To reflect, to introspect, to renew
In the echoes of her solitude,
She hears the whispers of her inner voice,
She finds her strength and sovereign choice.
Let her space be vast and wide,
Where no judgment may reside,
Airy, light, and unconfined,
A place for her peace of mind.
So let there be a room, a hallowed zone,
Where she can simply be alone,
To breathe, to dream, to freely roam,
In a space that's truly her own!

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NaPoWriMo 25
Sun struck
In our world moonstruck lovers dwell,
Hopelessly entwined, in love's sweet spell,
Insane with passion, mad with desire,
Their hearts ablaze, consumed by fire.

Yet amidst the sun's unyielding light,
Another love, burning just as bright,
For sun-struck lovers see with open eyes,
In broad daylight, where truth lies.

They weave hope into life's tangled thread,
And help love's flame glow through dread.
In a world which is tough and not so fair
Love of sun-struck pair is rational and rare!

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NaPoWriMo 24
Seeker
I seek to live in a world
Where happiness is simple
Like a child’s glee on getting a candy!

I seek to live in a world,
That’s painted with joy’s hue!
And every soul is out of blue.

I seek to live in a world
Shunning ego and pride
Where envy goes for a ride!

I seek to live in a world
Holding love and kindness
Sustaining life’s beauty forever!

I am Seeker seeking
A beautiful world
For our progeny!

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NaPoWriMo 23
Wilderness
In lush green meadows, thrushes trill,
Amidst the thickets, burbling brooks flow.
Wilderness whispers, thousands of tales,
Where once poetic muses lay in bounties!

Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats did roam,
In nature's embrace, they found their home.
Lakes and woods in Frost's embrace,
Master craftsmen of poems in wilderness.

Bards hearts search wilderness in vain,
In minds and memories, they remain.
They sing of desolate landscapes, with melancholic muse.
Echoes of past, is where the wilderness thrive!

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NaPoWriMo 22
Disappear
In the halls of healing many get cured
And get back home.
Many visit the place to monitor the health.
But my loved ones
Go there and never come back!

They disappear mysteriously
May be in the OT rooms
Or the Waiting hall Or in the corridors!
Are you a sacred space or haunting maze?
But my loved ones hide in my labyrinths deep!

I dare not send another soul
To face the mysterious place!
For they swallow my people without trace!
They disappear in the cruel game
Yes, in the hide and seek of life!

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NaPoWriMo 21
Pink moon

Beneath the blush of the pink moon's glow,
We sealed our bond with a pinky promise!
In the whispering breeze of last spring,
Our pledge echoed on a pink moon night!

But your vow, once eternal and bright,
Shattered leaving me alone in the night.
I stand here now, beneath the pink moon
Wondering where you vanished in thin air!

Pink moon wanes, yet memories persist,
Of a promise broken, a love dismissed.
So here I remain, beneath its soft hue,
Pensively gazing at sky, if it is a dream!

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