Category Archives: November PAD

Day 30 – One More… Poem

One More Year in you calendar
On the cake and in your passport
One more round of resolutions
We don’t usually observe

One more and yet another
Until we start to wonder
What we did in all these years
That walked by.
~~~

Day 28 – A Mood Poem

Your Moods

I wish I could tell you
You’ll have mastership over your moods
Or even, that you’ll turn
Out to be a joyous one.

But I can’t
Your moods, my moods
Our desperation, this
Pendulum-like sway from fun
To sadness,
The elevator of our soul

Just comes with the building.
~~~

Day 26 – An Ambitious Poem

Your Ambition

One of the most shocking things
I see when I look back to you
Is the shift I made ambition-wise

You’re hearing it all day long –
You’re ambitious, all too much at that.
Friends and opponents are equally
Silenced when they meet your cold
Ambition.

Then, I called it arrogance
The world around didn’t yield
To your ambition.
It shut itself, resources dried
Before they were even tapped.

Naked arrogance with bare womb
An empty can that rattles its noisiest.

You won’t believe when you read this
Years from now, all ambition will have gone
Or transformed in mellowness
All you laughed at – family, charity, generosity of heart
Will drown you and choke you to tears.

The strangest evolution of ambition
I’ve seen.

Someone recently told me I have no ambition at all.
I am still thinking whether to be insulted by that
Whether that is true, and what to make of it.


Reading back, I see this is a longish
And confusing letter.
You may just ignore it, love.
~~~

Day 25 – A Re-Visit Poem

For today’s poem, we are supposed to take a line from a poem written earlier this month and make it the title of our new poem. I decided to borrow a line from my Day 7 Poem about profession – “Your dream to climb the fandom ladder”

Your Dream – to Climb the Fandom Ladder

Is surely a fine specimen of dream
Dreamt by a teenage girl
Her head in the books and posters of stars
On her walls.

Then we’ll slurp some nasty drinks in a
Swamp of fakeness
Around people of influence –
And we’ll stop amidst our throwing up
To wonder if that is really
What we want.
~~~

Day 24 – A Salty Poem

Salty
As in tearful
But, you know, I’m tired
Of writing tears and solemnity
In these letters, girl.

Salty is like poison
Gradually, you will get tired
Of isolation
So, not rarely it’s fine
To go with the flow.
~~

Day 20 – Two for Tuesday

This day’s two for Tuesday is to write a Love poem or an Anti-love poem. I chose to write a poem about my opinion on “anti-love”.

Anti-Love

I can never speak to you anti-love, girl
For love is all that can help you
When you’re down
All you can lean on and look up to
When you lose ground

Even in ages and millennia to come
I can never be anti-love.

Day 19 – A Wordle

His Toxic Rub

Against our skin
Was heaven
Although we knew he was a con
Yet, we closed our eyes to what
Our reason whispered.

How he embarrassed us
We flushed with shame and we were naked
In the square…
For all the world to laugh at us and spit
In our direction.

All that came to pass
There is no scar
But the initial which I razored
On my shoulder.

The oldest oxymoron in the world
“Sweet pain” would fit here,
If it wasn’t so outdated
And so stale.
~~~

Day 18 – A Toy Poem

Teddy Bear

Who doesn’t love them?
Who wouldn’t care
For a furry, fluffy, cutie bear?

All cuddly toys, your bunny most of all
Use up their fluff in blotting in the whole
Barrel of regrets, complaints, harsh secrets
And the rest of your growing up
To be what I am today
A middle-aged auntie who remained.

~~~

Out of curiosity, I searched my poems for my other Teddy-bear piece, for I remember writing one. It turns out it was written for November Poem-a-Day again, in 2013. Here it is, I hope you enjoy, and, well, it does have a different ring to it.

Day 17 – A Broken Poem

“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places.”
E. Hemingway, Farewell to Arms

I still love the “broken” topic
Just as much as you do
Only, I try to look less like it
For it’s too obvious, and that gives it a bad smell

One crucial point of aesthetics is
You need to keep it subtle
In order to impress.
The noisier, the more vulgar.
And we are anything but vulgar.

~~~

And just for sake of curiosity, here is another “broken poem” which I have written for the November Poem-a-day Chapbook challenge, and it’s called Football Haiku. I was surprised by its lightness. Almost couldn’t believe it was me who did write it.

Day 16 – A Brave Poem

You know how you often look up
To people who are brave,
Independent
And standing all bright and erect?

How you often think if you’d ever
Be like them?

Myriads of youngsters imbibing the
Inspiration you radiate,
Looking up to you.

But do you ever think about
The way they feel?
Do they know what they are,
Do they live up to their fame?

Does a brave hero know she’s brave?
And does she feel any different from you?

Getting up in the morning,
Does she think: Today, I’m gonna
Crash monsters, free peasants
And be crowned a queen by dusk?

Or does she, perhaps, go reluctantly
Out of bed
And straight to coffee
Brooding sullenly on what’s to come
And not feeling like doing it,
For, perhaps, she prefers to
Just lie down with her book
And read about the brave
Instead of acting it?

Still, someone has to save the day,
Don’t they?
~~