Abhiruchi Devdekar (Sasa)

The gushing breeze pacifies me Scares me, At times tells me To look up in the sky and then deep down the sea Queries any other space where I'd rather be, We have this bond, We converse, solely without people around, I question my entire existence, Like always, it swiftly brings me back to the same place, Where it goes I follow, When my senses hit me, I'm all alone ~ Sasa

  1. Talk to the kid who is sitting aloof in the playground  2. She will tell you her dreams and you give her the strength  and a hope that a day will soon come 3. And you tell her that her life which has just begun  has much more meaning to it 4. When she rants about her worries,  you tell her it will be fine 5. As it takes nothing but a smile to comfort her,  so you stay there and just smile ~ Sasa

If I ever had the chance to sing  All my weary, perturbed tunes, I would still prefer talking, So, we'll go no more roving If by chance you take the chance To still be the obstinate cactus that you are, Here it goes, I'm crying out of spite, So late into the night In the festive lights, somewhere lies, The dark deserted room in disguise Where witty of a heart is healing, Though the heart be still as loving So, if I had the chance to dance along the light of day, I would if I could, to tell you if it is what you understand, When the sun goes down you too can set loose tonight And the moon be still as bright ~ Sasa So, for yesterday's prompt, I referred Lord Byron's "So We'll Go No More Roving" for Glosa/Glose (The Spanish form of poetry writing). Sorry for putting it up today, I'm yet to balance my Instagram and Blog page correctly. happy reading! 

Far across the length of sight, Lies the multivagant sense of fright, Intoxicated, rejuvenated, The vernality musitated Afraid of being defunct  For when the end sets about, With trumpets and feasts And the triumph rains  From the multiscious heavens, The seasons befriend  The soil, the soul of the place, Yet far away from the human race, To kiddle the chrysography-like glisk  That agatewards in the tranquil mist.  ~ Sasa

Part of you is at war with your own vehemence, And another one lies in the backyard breathless, Conflicting with thy own self, Contemplating which side to sway, When it's too late to realise  Both of it seems evenly unreal You come to a supposition To let the surrounding play, Let you get your way But it is the spiral that never ends For all things said and done, Still seeking out for the fire that begun All the matters of vigilant significance,  To find out it's the thoughts that come and stay  And make a home inside the head ~ Sasa For those who don't know what NaPoWriMo is, it's National Poetry Writing Month. This month is April for every year and for 30 days straight, new poem is to be written. You needn't worry about writer's block either, because you get prompts for writing your poem everyday on the website: www.napowrimo.net.  I know I'm a little late for the first day but finally I came up with the decision to restart this blog page. So many things h...