Ode #7: In the creative writing competition

I was standing there confused,

As the room seemed unwelcoming to a stranger who didn’t look profuse.

Eye-blinding light that reflected from somewhere..

For what seemed like a picture of a mare.

My eyes drifted to the metal desk,

Which was as lonely and empty as me.

My hands seemed desperate to touch the mare,

That was now a few inches closer than the distance i could stop to care.

Given a sheet of paper and a pen of ink blue,

“What should I write about?” I had no clue.

Should I throw the sheet away?

In a still position it lay.

My palm moving forward to put my brain’s thought,

On the beautiful white sheet, and the words it caught.

The teacher could spot the places my eyes roam,

But couldn’t what my brain did foam.

And before I could blink was given a book,

Before the audience who never knew how I looked….

Tract #4: J for January

“It’s those last days that show us the beauty of moments spent happily”

It’s 31st December, the last day of the year. I don’t know why I am excited to meet 2017 but something tells me that life is about to change. Waking up to a year that’s going to get extinct by tomorrow, a chill runs across my spine. Like a new species will 2017 come into our lives, hugging through all our practice and by the same time next year, we would bid and give way for its extinction. Everything is magical about 2016, the new goals that started to affix themselves in everyone’s brains which were much clearer than the ones framed in the year before. New friends that our eyes and heart found, making us understand how time passes and the strength of old friendships. Pranks played in our lives and others through unnecessary words, silence and kinesics. Lessons learnt, big or small, valuable or not, happy or sad, there stayed in our brains, locked up in its memory garage. To be a little extra poetic, some milk milk turning into curd, and some curds turning into flavored yoghurt whereas some rotting into wastebins, so we’re our relationships and experience. But overall 2016 was surely great, for all, because we should start looking at stars and not at the dirt filled ground ¬†Happy new year ahead!!

Ode #4: Morning misery

Tumbling and rolling around,

In the sheets that I was in bound.

Tightly clutching it to hide me eyes,

Trying to hide my overwhelming size.

But didn’t the modern rooster stop,

Kept up the awakening mop.

I had to wake up now,

Two roosters on planning my head mow.

One being electrical and other of a human form,

Can this get better anymore?