Roses are red
Violets are blue
You look beautiful
In every single hue
Roses are red
Nihilism makes me blue
In every life, I'm that penguin
Running towards you.
Roses are red
Rocks are brown
I rolled the boulder up a hill for you
Please, don't drop it down
The AQI is red
While the roses are grey
Join me under an umbrella
While we walk in the acid rain.
Roses are red
Your voice is a pacifier
A melody so sweet:
RO Water Purifier.
Roses are red
Stuart is little
You speak to the beast in me
Like some kind of Dr. Doolittle
Jellyfish are pink
Spongebob's behind the wheel
Take me to bikini bottom
And push me onto my knees
Roses are red
My phone's a Nokia
I got a callertune for you:
You are my Soniya
Roses are red
Run clubs are fun
When I saw your Strava stats
I knew you were the one
Roses are red
Dragoon is blue
When I 'let it rip'
My beyblade finds you.
S/o to my partner (in crime): @payalshah_
#valentines #valentineday #ecards #nihilistpenguin
Another summer around the sun,
Sizzling sidewalks on dizzying runs.
Chirping crickets, buzzing bees,
Hot, stale air with swaying trees.
Stinging sweat going down aching backs,
Twinkling stars with glow that lacks.
Pasta dishes on baking racks,
Hot-boxed bars in mouldy shacks.
The promise of a dream to dream,
Enough lizards to make a grown man scream,
Binge a show - blow off some steam,
Knight to rook 4, bishop to queen.
Cement mixers and construction trucks,
Billowing dust in crevices, stuck.
Rubbing eyes under flouroscent lights,
Sipping chai under summer skies.
Another summer around the sun,
Another season with the promise of fun,
The year will end, another will come,
The world will keep spinning, all you'll do is run.
#napowrimo #anothersummer #poem #poetry #day12
Fake it till you make it,
Trying is all you have to try.
Imposter syndrome is your best friend
And it'll help you just get by.
Shake it, then you take it,
Life is brutal otherwise.
Trial & error is your best friend,
Foresight is always nice.
Cake it before you ate it,
Not any other time.
You reap exactly what you sow,
When life gives you a lime.
Fake it till you make it,
There is no other way.
You are - who you are,
You decide - it's your say.
#napowrimo #fakeittillyoumakeit #poem #poetry #day10
Are you truly sorry?
Or has it become another way
For you to not truly worry -
When you do something wrong
Hurting someone's feelings
Betraying their trust, along -
With losing all credibility
Losing the wind in your sails
Look, it's simple you see -
You said sorry
You thought that it was done
You were in a hurry
But you never meant it,
Never, not even once
Cause if you ever even felt it,
You'd know -
That simply saying sorry.
Its never been enough.
#imsorry #napowrimo #poem #poetry #day9
I don't have any more words to say
But they spill out anyway.
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
Out in the ether?
Little do I know.
Sentences and paragraphs refuse to form
Commas? Full stops? Long gone
Before I know it,
Before I can plan,
Before I can introspect,
My thoughts? They have ran -
Away from me.
To greener pastures
With grazing cows
That came home before the rapture.
So now I sit,
Twiddling my thumbs.
What can I jot down?
Before midnight comes?
#nomowords #napowrimo #poem #poetry #day8
When a friend lets you call them an embarrassing version of an already embarrassing nickname
Slicing through butter-fleshed mushrooms only to feel them fall apart with ease.
Seeing someone pursue what they love - against all odds.
Successfully getting a cat's attention by pspspspspspsps-ing.
Lucid dreaming for a change so I don't feel like 8 hours of my life have gone down the rabbit hole.
Smelling, hearing, seeing garlic fry.
Waking up early, despite my protesting eyelids.
Writing a poem until I gaslight myself into thinking it's good enough.
(PS: I didn't have to gaslight myself for this one, it's soooooooo good. Too good in fact. You're lying to yourself if you think otherwise.)
#thingsthatmakemehappy #napowrimo #poem #poetry #day7
I didn't feel like I needed to write a poem today.
I made some pesto instead - blitzed almonds with cheese before introducing the blooming leaves.
Can't see why you need to put pen to paper, on a day when you see the golden mango in the sky, diving into the horizon from way up high.
No poem felt required today, what with the (finally) folded laundry on my bed providing more zen than any koan.
There's really no need to write if you sit in the back seat of a car with no music to hear and no phone in sight.
I didn't feel like I needed to write a poem today.
So I didn't.
#nopoemtoday #zen #koan #napowrimo #poem #poetry #day6
Pushover
Who picked up the stone first,
And who threw it last?
Who dared to cock the gun first,
And who shot it last?
Who sharpened their blade first,
And who was it that plunged it last?
Who learnt to burn fossil fuels first,
And who will melt the ice caps?
Who declared war first?
Who dropped the bomb last?
Who will decide to pick up the stone first,
And re-build what we have lost?
#pushover #stone #napowrimo #poem #poetry #day5
May I, A.I. ?
Or do you want a go?
Slogans, essays,
What else you got to show?
Here are my habits,
Create a diet plan.
Here are my thoughts,
Do everything I can.
Got a driver’s licence?
What for?
Strap me into the passenger seat
And drive me to the store
Critical thinking?
Not in my hand.
Grab my server,
And off to Neverland.
#mayiai #ai #chatgpt #napowrimo #poem #poetry #day4
How do you explain to someone
What a cornerstone of your history feels like?
When you hear a song, or smell a scent that brings back the past.
When someone turns a phrase a certain way,
That you've already heard a million times before.
A million times said to you by them.
When memories pulsate,
Causing a dull ache.
When remembrance dissipates,
And you chalk it up to fate.
How do you explain to someone
What it feels like to always remember them?
Somehow, somewhere,
And never just sometimes.
Song credits: 'Undersea Adventure' from Two Dots
#cornerstone #underseaadventure #twodots #napowrimo #poem #poetry #day3
Memory of a mango
The memory of a mango
Is better than the mango itself.
And if that holds true for everything —
I want to remember better.
When a single, struck chord pierces air in a closed amphitheatre, I want to listen better.
When a bird flying overhead blocks the sun from my eyes for a fleeting moment, i want to remember the shadow it traces, better.
When moonlight washes over me like a tidal wave on nights with still air, I want to remember to see better.
When I trace the outline of your smile against mine with locked jaws and steely gazes, I want to remember to feel, better.
When summer comes around, with promises of sticky fingers and pulpy mangoes -
I want to remember to remember better.
Video Credits: Frooti (first aired on Doordarshan, 1986)
PS: @frootiworld please bring back the games behind the packs 🤲🏽
#memoryofamango #mango #poem #poetry #napowrimo #day2
