Tongue

free verse, Poetry, Small Poems

Yay! Double digits – 10 poems in ๐Ÿ™‚

I think what I’ve gotten out of NaNoWriMo is realising that not all poems need to have a deep meaning behind them, and you can just write a poem for the sake of writing a poem. So, with that in mind, I chose to write this poem about how my taste in food has changed since I was a kid.

Things I’ve heard people say in London

free verse, Poetry, Small Poems

Wow, already more than two weeks in! For everyone doing NaNoWriMo, or trying to achieve any kind of goal this month — keep it up!! ๐Ÿ™‚

It’s been a bit difficult to keep on top of things as a student, but being a student means you also move around a lot. I’m currently in London, and so this poem was inspired by things I’ve heard people say around me so far.

G-d

free verse, Poetry

As it is now the beginning of theย second week of NaNoWriMo, I will now be moving on to writing purely poetry for a week. I’ll be either uploading new poems or edited versions of old ones.


I am in a room, full of people. And we are all singing the same song. I don’t know who the song was originally by, but you could say we are performing a cover. There’s an old Indian lady in the corner, singing at the top of her lungs, eyes closed, body entranced, she swings from side to side, each beat tugging her in a different direction. I do not know what the song means, I am five years old and cannot yet understand Hindi, but I sing along anyways. Now, I understand the language but not the song.

It’s directed to God. I can ask who he is in two languages and he doesn’t respond in either. When my aunt passed away he made no response then too. I called to him so many times — I guess the signal was just bad, or he didn’t pick up the phone because he refused to hear it ring.