#NaPoWriMo2022  #ArtoonsInn #PoetryParlour #Day6  Fake gratitude, fluent liesColored existence, feigned feelingsMuted voices, morbid lonelinessLonesome walks, loquacious serendipity.A sinister sense of darknessEnvelops me, smothering my hopesI blankly gaze into the horizonThat looks fiercely nakedStill, I yearn...

#NaPoWriMo2022  #ArtoonsInn #PoetryParlour #Day5 Being a girl of a Kashmiri Pandit, I wasn’t allowed in fall in loveContent with my mundane life, I was moving onDespite growing up ‘midst the snowcapped HimalayasWithout any friends, I...

#NaPoWriMo2022  #ArtoonsInn #PoetryParlour #Day4  The austere gray cloud enshrouding the azure breaksThe earthy petrichor emanatesThe captivating Peacocks unfurl iridescent plumesTrying to meld with my crestfallen soul’s pitter patterThe fragrant zephyr caressing my tousled curlsIs a...

#NaPoWriMo2022 #ArtoonsInn #PoetryParlour #Day3 I missGetting drenched in first showers of the seasonWhen being happy never needed any reason I missHuddling under an umbrella which bestowed gleeCausing sibling rivalry and squabbles to flee I missGoing to school,...

#NaPoWriMo2022 #ArtoonsInn #PoetryParlour #Day2 Coddled ‘n cosseted by fragrant memoriesI tread into the cobbled alleyways of yoreWherein exuberance ain’t incarcerated within boundariesEmblazoned with the blossom of innocence within my core Bustling ‘n bursting with pristine vigorI...

#NaPoWriMo2022 at #ArtoonsInn #PoetryParlour #Day1  My fragmented flinders cling and clatterThose impaling yells and bawls asphyxiate meMy viridian meadows are a thing of pastBuried ‘neath the sky-kissing concrete vast. My flowing tresses are yanked off ruthlesslyBarren...

Dear Myself,Sharing a sting of remembrance.Amidst the mundane kerfuffle of life, today I regret taking relationships for granted. Never did I ponder over the ephemeral nature of life on earth.Today, Maa had called and...

 Since my childhood, I was coddled and cosseted by my parents and grand-parents. As a result, I’d unintentionally fanned the notion of being everyone’s favorite and hence grew my nascent version of “Philautia”. Also,...