Coffee, Tea or Cocoa?

A shot of sunshine in my coffee

Like a piece of rainbow in my soul

A storm in my teacup

Rages before I’m whole

Life seems toasted

Like a mini marshmallow

Submerged in my cocoa

Put them all together and you’ll see

Beverages make me loco.

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Thank God It’s Friday?

On a Friday night

Just like any other

I lay in bed

Without a single bother

The town swirled around me

A blur of coloured lights

People rushed around talking

In a murmured buzz

It was a downright circus, aye

Like a merry-go-round

Running at a nauseating pace

While I stood silently still

At it’s very centre

Strung to it all

Feeling its ebbing throes

Yet disconnected from the throng

Like a marionette

The world passed me by

While I, the very epicentre

Felt like an innocent, dumb bystander

For on a Friday night

Like any other

I lay in bed

Without a single bother

Why A Poet #9

I was making a list

Of some of my favourite things

And my pen leaked

A blob of royal blue ink

I watched as it spread

Forming a myriad of shades

Sometimes changing hues

And I realised

My most favourite thing

Is to observe what I see

And pen it down in poetry

So I may remember the mind’s complex mysteries

For all of eternity.

Are you aware of this blog’s running series on why one writes poetry?

No?

Fret not!

I’m popping the links down below and would love to hear what you think! Most of all, I await your own take on why poetry.

Love,

Varnika

Links:

  1. Why A Poet
  2. Why A Poet #2
  3. Why A Poet #3
  4. Why A Poet #4
  5. Why A Poet #5
  6. Why A Poet #6
  7. Why A Poet #7
  8. Why A Poet #8

A Star is Born

Sometimes in my mind

The heavens and earth collide

Like an explosive segue

Transitioning to a beautiful aftermath

And I see colours

And squiggles

Little dots and curls, a pot-pourried confetti

Sometimes

I even see

A rainbow-esque bridge

And when I walk on it

I know

That

A star is born