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Today’s NaPoWriMo’s optional prompt is to write a ten line poem full of lies. I have to admit, I’m not too good with writing nonsense….

I live in the mountaintops where the air is frosty cold
And every day I set to work exploring the land for gold
When I do earn enough I shall bring them to the market
Where I shall trade the gold I find for a brand new handmade carpet
At home I take my toolkit and hang carpets on the wall
I secure them with lots of nails just in case they fall
And since I know that things would just never ever go wrong
I let my friends come to my house with their kids tagging along
They mess about with cans of oilpaints and bottles of my ink
I watch in horror as my carpets were ruined just as I blink.


Today’s optional prompt given by the NaPoWriMo website was to write a terza rima. It is a form which I have never before came across and thought would be interesting to try.

A little bird came swooping down
Opening its wings and perched
On the edge of my eiderdown

Hearing the merry songs, I searched
By the slit of my half opened eyes
The image of a robin emerged

Surprised, rubbing my eyes twice
I see the red breast so bold
Despite its comparative size

I reached out my hand to hold
The robin stared unflinching
As I softly cooed and cajoled

My fingers were slowly inching
Tips now caressing a feather
Kept steady without flinching

As if sensing a change in the weather
The robin bobbed its head at me
And left with its mate together

I rushed to the window to see
The wind moving with the season
And the birds heading off to sea

Beginning their migratory expedition.


Today I decided to use the NaPoWriMo’s daily prompt: Twenty questions.

Why must it rain to make a brilliant rainbow?
Why must animals eat others to help them to grow?
Why must there be heat for birds to fly high?
Why must eyes be wet before they could dry?

Why do creatures evolve to adapt after time?
Why do freshly cleaned hands get dirty with grime?
Why do cells regenerate before they die?
Why do joys make us smile, with sorrow we cry?

Why is there a silver lining under each cloud?
Why could some see the sun behind the fog and shroud?
Why couldn’t disasters stop the birds from singing?
Appearance can be blinding, reach behind them and think.


They live within the shadows,
Shying away from plain,
Whispering to your hearts,
Thriving on your pain.

They cannot cause destruction,
Nor could they cause you harm,
They use you as their puppets,
Fool you with their charm.

They plump you up with spite,
Overwhelmed with malignity,
You can no longer survive,
You drown yourself in enmity.

A portal opens before your eyes,
See yourself reigning as queen,
They taught you to pretend,
Live is naught but a movie scene.

They fill you with delusion,
Feed you with their fantasy,
You believe all that you see,
Not what they hid beneath.

They use you against yourself,
Sink venom in your goodwill,
You conclude without a second thought,
Confusing what’s well, what’s ill.

They overwhelm you with agony,
Stretched far beyond your reach,
Your eyes blinded with tears,
Suck out your joys like a leech.

Suffering could transform a person,
They know it, oh yes they do,
Your sorrow fills you with anger,
Lashing out to those who hurt you.

They turn you into their puppets,
They lead you to your ruins,
Be you cause, victim or spectator,
They are behind your wrongdoings.

Life is more than black and white,
Life is more than a TV drama,
Stay on the path that leads to the truth,
And it would protect you in the arena.

I apologise for not posting yesterday as the circumstances were against me. So today I wrote a long poem with each two stanzas telling a different part of the whole story. I wish that people would be wiser when dealing with their wishes and emotions and not to judge a book by its cover. Life is complex and complicated, humans are different and diverse, emotions are powerful and blinding and within all that, the evil lurks and fill you with the delusions of an alternate reality. The enemies appear in all shapes and sizes, from the hateful and malevolent, the ignorant but well meaning, and your own confused self but it all begins with the puppeteer….


A frozen drop of rain
On the misty window pane

A leaf hangs in the air
Caressing a lone pear

A peeping tail in the ripples
Water shining like crystals

A floating dandelion seed
Following the wind’s lead

A perfect balance of colour
In the bright sky of summer

A hand points to seven
Suspended in the second

A blinding white light
Everything gone from sight

Leaving just a memory
With the magic of photography


Today, I decided to use the NaPoWriMo prompt of the day: “to write your own advertisement-poem”.

Lick-a-stick! We’ve got lick-a-stick!
All of the colours for you to pick!
A strawberry red,
Or orange instead,
Come and buy your lick-a-stick!

Natural colourings, flavourings too,
An ice lolly that’s good for you,
Made of fresh juice,
For a healthy boost,
It’s almost too good to be true!


The funny fact about siblings is they have each other’s look
But you cannot simply judge things by the cover of a book
The differences between them can be rather a surprise
I’ll tell you what I mean and you’ll get it in a thrice

Aeshah enjoys reading books of civilisations long gone
Anisah watches insects she had just found in the lawn
Ali dons his fedora, fingers strumming the ukulele
And I would be at the keyboard, fumbling with the keys.

Ali always leave the house with a ‘songkok’ on his head
I would be forced to change for wearing bright blue with red
Anisah pulls her drawer out and snatches anything inside
But Aeshah’s dressing would never fail to win my mom’s delight.

When I wish to cool off my anger, I may run up the stairs
But Anisah would be leaping down, skipping the last few pairs
Ali stamps his feet and shoves anyone in his way
Aeshah frowns and glares and will have a lot to say.

Anisah hums as she pour herself a hot cup of tea
Aeshah would decline a drink she finds to be too sugary
Ali sips his milk, tapping steadily to fill the silence
I take an hour to finish my coffee while working on assignments

When we were younger Anisah says she wants to be painter
Ali wishes to be a butterfly, perching on a flower
Aeshah says she’s a princess, looking pretty and elegant
But I wanted to be the biggest of all, I decided to be an elephant

So if you ever get the chance to meet the four of us together
Notice how our personalities may contradict with each other
Just like the prints you have on each fingers of your hand
Each person is different from the others on the land.

Note: Yes, I have been late again. It took me a whole hour just to decide on a topic. Also, I almost cannot believe that it has been a week since we began.

And whether the facts in the poem written above is true, it is up to you to decide ;)

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