I have a feeling I wont be able to keep up with NaPoWriMo’24. I had to write 30 poems and here we are with 3 poems at day 13. I have tried writing everyday and the fact is, I have. I just haven’t completed 30 poems. For this month, I’ll do like 2 poems a week. More realistic of a goal, isn’t? Praying to all poetry gods (and to Dhriti). Have mercy on me. God bless.

to write a poem one has to bare 
his naked soul on a window seat
inside a caravan to nowhere 
is what great philosophers say 
but today i’ll tell you what they really mean 
be 6, inside your house on a rainy day and watch your dad open the forbidden cabinet 
he takes a swig and then two 
and you ask what he’s drowning into 
he screams at your tiny self
wake up at the tender age of twelve
to screaming matches of your parents 
sounds resembling demons from hell 
16 and beg your father to stop 
his horrid ways of coping with life, 
plead till you drop 
in the meantime 
make some friends, lose all
make some poor decisions and make embarrassing falls 
fall in love, fall out of love for self 
be the man and regret never being the girl you once thought you were 
reminisce your childhood for what you never lived 
curse distant relatives for what they did
gossip and learn, indulge in books, 
banish socialisation and human interaction 
regret about never being your truest selves’ fraction. 
read Faulkner and the kinds, 
be indecisive, do not make up your minds 
and then when you have had enough and the blade is at your wrist 
pick up a pen and scream into the abyss 
write like the world’s on fire and your words can save the day 
be young, be the hero,
be the lover, be the villain, 
be old and be grey 
find people who listen when you scream of  the end 
redefine your definition of a friend 
trust more freely 
give people yet another chance
gamble on your first romance
be rigid 
and then be flexible with your stance 
think deeply but don’t forget to be vast 
don’t forget the lies, for the idiom goes- jack of all trades, master of none, is always better than master of one. 
forgive all, but be selective with what you forget
get a tiny dog, a tiny cat, or a random pet
do not let go of the pen that made it all possible 
start writing about the hard times 
move on to brighter themes 
be stuck in darkness then suddenly 
find sunshine beams 
be a flower. follow the stars. 
fall in love with the moon, despite of all the scars. 
i hope you understand now what it means
to bare ones naked soul on a window seat

Thanks for reading. Bye snakers.