APM: How I write my poems

I am not really a poem writer

But sometimes, I want to challenge my inner fighter

I take up a topic, and open my computer

Then, I stare at the screen till there is a tiny trigger

I have an obsession for every other line to rhyme

So, I rack my head for all the rhyming words I have learnt in my time

I write, I delete, I write, I re-read

I have to read a hundred times before I proceed

I have to really be convinced of my poem

And also its rhyme

Finally, I publish it with a feeling of triumph

That's how I write my little poems 

This post is written for Airplane Poetry Movement #6

APM: I Promise to my Body

I promise, to my nice to you dear body

I swear to not abuse you anymore

You say, no booze, no drugs

I shall do that no more.

One more thing, I promise to you today

I shall not abuse you with junk food too

For you are my temple

And I promise to worship you with utmost devotion.

You dear body, are superb the way you are

The weight, the height, the shape of you is as perfect as it can be

I promise to never judge you for how you are

I promise to smile more and keep you happy

Most of all, I and you together are going to live a life that we truly wanted to Live, I promise

Aaichi Shapat! Mother Promise! God Promise! Pinky Promise

This post is written for Airplane Poetry Movement #3

APM: Darkness

The prompt to write this poem is "Without warning, you lose your eyesight. You don't feel any physical pain. The world around you goes dark, but all your other senses become sharp. Write a poem about how you react in the immediate aftermath."

The darkness has setting and it feels like a doomsday

The memories of every color is fading away

Doubts & losses are creeping its way

My fear is something that I can't say

So sudden, that I don't know what to do

In front, of me my whole life flew

All the doctors I went to, no hope is all they said

All my prayers are for my eyes so are every tear that shed

Every body part, that I took for granted

They came for my rescue when they were most wanted

My sense of smell and hearing rose

While, my finger tips now know, what it chose

I feel blessed to have such amazing family & friends

They stayed with me when I felt my life has come to an end

Today, I want to thank everyone and everything around

For holding me up, when I was down

This poem is written for Airplane Poetry Movement

APM: Mirror

I have been a lousy blogger all year last year. I haven't written as mush as i hoped to, but this new year I hope to change it.
So, I have signed up for a weekly poem prompt, hopefully by the end of this year I hope to have at least 100 poems in my kitty.

Prompt of the week: "Your mirror writes a poem for you. What does it say?"

I long to see you every morning

Those eyes so deep, that look, it seeps into me while you wear that kohl

How they blink while you wear that tiny bindi on your forehead

That lips that pout while u try on different colors on it

Out of all my favorite shade on you is red

When those matching earrings dangle in each ear

Every time a smile in my heart does spread

Every night while you comb that long black hair

You look so pretty, but prettier with that bed-head

When you aren't around

I feel so empty and dead

I am in love

For my sole existence is YOU