Day 21- Decantation 

Day 21 – home stretch! Decantation, for the prompt ‘love like blue fire and red lies’, and with such good beer in hand, it’s hard to focus stray topics, so my apologies. :p
Cheers and chippers,

Yusra ❤️

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Day Four- A Piece of the Sky 

Day Four- had a downpour!

There’s something so irresistibly cheery about Summer rains. 🙂

Unfortunately I can’t share the videos I took, here. If you can, though, pop over to my instagram account and check them out- @calliopes_lyre_ 
What’s made you happy today? 

Love ❤️

Isms- And NaPoWriMo begins!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand here we go!
NaPoWriMo time again! It’s my fourth time around this year. Honestly I’d thought in the days leading up to this, I’d slow down writing a bit. The exact opposite happened though, and I’ve been churning out a few a day instead. 
So! Today’s poem is based on a prompt from @kat_savage and @j.ironword, called ‘I’m just going to lie and say that it was that easy’.
But very few important things ever are. 
Except for smiling- now that’s easy as pie!

Keep smiling, and see you tomorrow!

Love,

Cookie ❤ 

Someone I Met While Walking

 

 

Someone I Met While Walking
(Chalte chalte, yuhin koi mil gaya tha) – Kaifi Azmi
“Walking along aimlessly, I
Met a stranger, while on my journey
Walking along aimlessly
And my night stopped, where I met him
My night stopped in a heart beat, where I
Met a stranger, while on my journey

The things I could not say were
Shouted at us, by all of society
Shouted at us, by who could see
My story had become a fable
My story had become a fantasy
Just walking along aimlessly

But the eve draws to a close
It will end, I know it will
The length of time it spans
Is slowly becoming still
-These lamps are burning, are extinguished
Those lamps are burning, are extinguished
All the lights are going out, do you see?
They are burning in step with me
Walking along aimlessly

I met a stranger, while on my journey
Walking along aimlessly
Walking along aimlessly”

 

 

Day 30! Last day of NaPoWriMo, and I thought to close it this year with a Bollywood themed bang. The prompt today was to translate a poem to English. I picked a poem by the Indian Urdu poet, lyricist, and philosopher Kaifi Azmi. This particular poem is a song in a well known Bollywood movie as well (from 1972, but hey, classics are classics).

So the story is this- A young girl sold into prostitution meets a stranger on a train. The stranger does not know that she is a prostitute, and the encounter changes her life forever.

If you like the song, check out a dubbed or subtitled version of the movie as well. It’s full of subtle and nuanced performances. After all, you never know, you could meet a stranger who changes your life forever too. :p

 

 

NA! PO! WRI! MO! – OUT! 😀

 

 

 

 

Invisible

Invisible

 

What about the paths that tears take?
What about the furrows blood makes?
What about the roads lazy fingers take down spines
What of the goosebumps that soft whispers raised?

And the spaces between fingers, that were filled?
Glances that caressed, lips that swilled?
Quakes of pure adrenaline, and aftershocks
That undiminished, each encounter instilled?

No, you can still feel invisible stains
Some things seep deeper than cloth and flesh
And marks fade, but impressions remain
That with a perfunctory glance, refreshed
Some lessons are learnt with naught gained
Some pills you swallow to no relief
Sometimes you smile, and laugh, and work,
And you grieve, and you grieve, and you grieve

Some hurt, some bruises go all the way in
Not all scars show on skin

 

 

©CM
29.04.2016

 

 

Almost at the end of NaPoWriMo, one day to go.

Chin up, and Cheerio chin chin!

 

His Kitchen Window

 

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His Kitchen Window

 

 

 

His kitchen window always held the strangest appeal
Probably a bit because it was the only place
In his house where we could smoke
And not worry about
his aunt smelling us, it went right out
The view of the alley and the squashed vegetables
Where that crazy girl would screech back at that
Other girl with Down’s
It was the oddest, loudest, quiet place I’ve been
The boys would be in the bedroom, debating
Pros and cons of gaming strategy
Often, we’d skip class and head straight there, just to be free
Of any authority for a little while
And that kitchen window made a good perch
We’d look into the trash can and know exactly
How many beers he was running on, or
If he was running low
There was beer practically in arm’s reach anyway, you
Could see the shop from the window
It was a bubble of stasis, we’d come by even
If he’d gone out
Make ramen in the kitchen, make out
Fall in love over and over again
Discuss Liverpool’s abysmal performance,
Have existential crises
And then he moved away, our idiotic best friend
I swung by the place today, it
Was already leased
It’s funny though, how sunlight and
Smoke and love in a kitchen window
Can leave you with such
Oddly specific memories…

©CM
27.04.2016

Day 27 of Napowrimo. Just.. Missing a friend and better times today.

Cheers, you guys. 🙂