napowrimo- 17- april 2020- forgiveness

Forgive me for being your shadow
That ticked away in daylight
Forgive me for Instilling hope
That was fairly good only in familiar places
Forgive me for driving slogans
Which was abandoned after a long day
Forgive me for cheering you in a crowd
And leaving you lonely at times of need
Forgive me for encouraging you to click pictures
At present turning them into a clickbait
Forgive me for promising you positivity
Knowing many things are yet to change
Forgive me for sowing the seed of love in you
When I know that atmosphere around is hate
Forgive me for leading you to be independent
Where we ourselves are reclusive in our deeds
Forgive me dear gifted beings
For drawing a unknown dream
Forgive me for writing verses that just a part of a stream
Forgive me for my feeble knowledge about you
Forgive me for lending my shoulder which droops to reality in shame
Forgive me, please hopefully forgive me
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napowrimo – 2 april 2020- metaphor-barbed wire

Barbed Wire

I have a mouthful of breeze at one go

I know it is dinner time,

my body has been craving for more

Pining for the heat that soaked me all day

I now look forward to slouch myself into the arms of the night

It has been two weeks now since I heard the endless honking of the vehicles

The catfights in the nearby room, children play and climb over me to get their football

Only ambulances, police vans, buses and few riders pass through once a while

I lock my gaze for hours towards the sky,

Often craning my neck to see a soul walk by

I sit with the sparrows, who recite few tales at noon,

The evenings spent with company of branches who wake me up from my slumber

To play a duct game with me playing in loops

On my right, the guard seals the gates firmly

Though locked more often now, follows his habitual ritual daily

The families up in the building haven’t stepped out since long

I guess they prefer to stay put inside ,few have stocked up their food

I miss their daily banter after work, feels life has been put on snooze

 On my left, the night has befallen on this space

The restaurant buzzling with energy has been silent

The chaotic parkings, the enigma of celebrations are some forgotten chapters

I peer towards the roof , through which I can see the kitchen mess

Staff who triumphantly manned the courtyard, invited the guests

Prepared elaborate meals on a daily basis that caught my attention every evening

Is on infinite standstill

They stand at distant , waiting for their turns

To have their small portions of dinner , leaning against the corners with sullen faces

I do not know how long will this go on

Obviously no one would bother to come near me

But I felt I need to do my bit

So, I navigate the breeze towards their way, sharing all I can to make them cheerful

and hopefully fill their hungry stomachs.

Copyright © 2020- 8th April by Elvira Lobo

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The pebbles that catch fancy of many with its raw appeal does not leave the shore unless it is washed away by the currents or picked up by a traveller. It does not seek any tribute nor attention though it gets it all once it is a company of a seeker’s palms. Probably I see myself as that wandered pebble who is cascading all odds, all situations of life just in that hope that probably I may find my seeker or he lifts me up forever.


the eagle tattoo on his hand
the crease  on his sleeve
the wrinkles on his forehead
the dimple on his cheek
the half pouted lips
the few grey strands of his hair
a handsome hunk who is waiting for his turn at the podium
to brief about the rising temperatures and global warning  etc