Long Napowrimo Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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Like a devout inside the temple and 
the lonely outside, I too aimlessly 
look for little notes in the books that 
I buy. If they could speak, they'd tell
the story of their being. When they...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The Zeigarnik effect is a psychological phenomenon describing a tendency to remember interrupted or incomplete tasks or events more easily than tasks that have been completed.

It slips, crawls, follows even. It drops
when you're least expecting...

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One moment you are sitting still,
the other you're not. The worst 
moment for anxiety to hit is 
probably when you least expect
it. Can you expect it though? It
waits for you to be weak, or to
be...

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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....

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The walls piercing through their plaster,
as if watching me, mocking me, there
are four. I'm locked in a room and my 
demons are feeding on my mind. The 
bed shakes sometimes, and sometimes 
it refuses to...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Can you breathe? 

The air passing you by, the 
moments too. The undesired
quest of knowing and not 
knowing. The inability to rest.

Can you smell? 

The bodies, rotten and dunked
in blood, with no one to pay...

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