Best Napowrimo Poems

At an approximate distance of 2 benches, you stood there, every day explaining how two negatives makes a positive. I remember, that day, ages ago, when you told me that I was special, and I knew you meant it. I know you'll mean it even...

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I don't know which type I am. The A
type which is always ready to for an
adventure, would want to talk on the 
phone and not really on the message 
Or the B type, the one who really lie low, 
loves to be left alone with...

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They tell me not to read mythology and 
believe aimlessly what is forever told. 

Of the formation of this universe, the 
chaos that metamorphed into the sun,
the stars, the planets, you and me. The 
violent rage and act of defiance by
Amnon and his death acting...

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I often look at my bookshelf and it dawns on me
the beauty that it holds is far greater than
what I ever will see. In all that it seems and what the
eyes see, what the heart seeks, I shall never know. 
I often look at the...

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19 million people, waking up in the morning,
going about their lives, from one corner to 
another, jumping on one route and reaching
another. Delhi, you beautiful beautiful city, 
I hear you carry, within, a soul so old that 
you age with time. Oh Delhi, you beautiful
mistake....

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I've come to a halt. My body
doesn't want to move, it is
breathing out air, inhaling and 
exhaling but moving, no. It is
done, I am done, my brain, my
body, every nerve in my system is 
done. I recently watched this 
show called “Feel good” in hopes
to...

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A deep brown collar, lurking from
underneath the green plaid coat.
A smirk on your face, as you turned
the page of your favorite book. “To 
define is to limit”, I feel my maroon
muffler tighten around you in a 
pursuit to choke me, but I resist. I 
resist...

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The visibly yellow set, a bus stop
and a being of excitement. The
taste buds now saved from all the
vices, to not ruin what was promised
in the morning. As far as promises 
go, this was the best yet. 

A ride full of bumps is nothing
compared to the...

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A hand full of bliss,
with life’s contentment, I 
woke up desolate....

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It so happened some years ago,
a story of the past it seems,
the room was wide and huge,
absorbing the echoes of her screams.

Her tale is told in those corridors still,
where she roams, almost as if free,
the ghost of her bolting/shutting doors,
what happened that night, I couldn't...

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In the quest of knowing and not 
knowing, the remembering is
what baffles me profusely.
For I shall never know
what it holds for me
and what it holds 
against
my solemn 
self....

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I remember it being green. The 
color so sublime that it takes 
away melange of misery. The 
wallowing self in the streets 
that leads nowhere. I remember
them being brown. The path so
stern that you might want to mi
-ss it but it is so hard to...

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As she stood there, waiting. 
Waiting for a sign, a reason perhaps,
I'm glued to the television, knowing 
Her world is about to collapse.

The pain in her heart, is mine
too. Her eyes all cried out, staring,
directly at the camera, I can sense it 
in my bones,...

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In a perfect world, you are making me coffee,
just the way I like, point two five cream, and point
five sugar. It is a perfect world because I can hear
you sing and we know how you hate it. It is 7 in the
morning and we’ve woken...

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Breathe in...
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