Shreyasi - End term Assignment - Prompt 10
Prompt 10.
Poem 1 - This is a poem inspired after reading Kaveh Akbar's My Kingdom for a Murmur of Fanfare repeatedly in college. It was written in the stretch between the canteen and the way to the old building.
So much of everything is just whispering to seasons
The night sheds to day
Then sheds to morning again.
No November can nod at incoming rain.
That is just a lot of clouds clashing
Who will reach earth first.
Rooting beneath is the butterfly,
feeding on great marigolds.
There is so much dance.
We forget footsteps of air in sky.
The wind freely associates a memory to November.
When fire dances on traffic signals and I see wait,
November’s NoAmber collection adds
one more memory: dissolves biscuits and sips her tea.
There is casualness in the way we approach weather.
A street bathes in wind,
and that of all –
has just stopped sea from flying away.
Poem 2
/Of copied hearts or when Dumbledore casually walks in/
In the classroom we were all supposed to be kids.
So, when Dhruv reminded that in the last class
Saif copied his heart
For a moment, we all, felt it beat.
Where is it that guilt resides?
Paper skies, copied hearts,
Poems on paper, reading clouds.
There are curious cases of children
Asking what is that we can copy.
Saif heard this, adjusted himself in his shoes
Rose himself to the height of that afternoon
And wrote a poem about Green Sandwich
That he wished he could give to his brother.
“what is unreal in this poem?”
“Only the green of Green Sandwich.”
We learnt it is allowed to copy hearts.
The same class, Jamsher wrote his first poem on socks
Which went something like this:
“My socks colour is black
My socks name is white
My socks eat banana
My socks does not go in dustbin
My socks does not go in shoes
My socks sound is very good
My socks smell not very good.”
In the classroom, Aadil flew the airplane
High in the air when he reminded me
This was the second poem Jamsher wrote –
“His first was a samosa poem.”
“Extra 100 points for remembering,”
I really wanted to say!
Poem 3
/canteen/
AUD canteen stands at the entrance of college
like it knows food for thought
was never just a phrase.
Just as an empty verandah greets the 9 a.m. classes,
Monkeys decide to show how much they have learnt:
They choose parantha over dahi
They choose chocolate ice cream over kulfi
They choose Kwality Walls over Vadilal
They even choose walking over boundary wall.
In the morning, the fragrance of tea
never leaves the square outside canteen,
and I wonder How High must one have
raised the Tea Kettle in air,
so that when it finally falls in cup,
We think it is like this the tea cools down.
But really it is all just steam.
It is the steam, rising, like it wants out at all costs!
I collected stamps of 20 paisa
In Miranda I bought a cup of tea for 5 rs
Now in AUD, every time I take out 10 rs
The steam rises to flutter like the flag in CP.
And I see it all very clearly –
The steam sticks, the note gets moist.
And I keep it back to dry, for a bargain
I will win some other day.
Every day costs so less but costs so much.
The menu on the small white board, near money counter,
looks like it knows what’s cooking in college
and also, how much all this really costs.
Poem 4
/graffiti area/
I wish I knew how to draw on walls.
The best sketches of mine were always copies.
I wish I could draw an actually good Pikachu
The thought bubble would read:
I picka wall.
There is one poster at home though
And I realise this when we were shifting -
That Charmander carries fire
That Pikachu carries lightning
That November rains hit hardest when
So much about remembering feels like
Memory is traveling a speed greater than light.
Is no power also superpower?
Someday Dumbledore will even light fire to his own long, silver, beard
and even then, he will say
“Happiness can be found even in the
darkest of times, if only one remembers
to turn on the light.” But Silverstein will then
Stop a tree from falling, while saying
if is just another insect buzzing in,
saving childhood from other children.
Dumbledore feels that to feel pain like this
Is our greatest strength. But ask the beard
that he no longer wears. Someday,
...
All this will loosen,
like the next cloud in our (h)air.
Poem 1 - This is a poem inspired after reading Kaveh Akbar's My Kingdom for a Murmur of Fanfare repeatedly in college. It was written in the stretch between the canteen and the way to the old building.
So much of everything is just whispering to seasons
The night sheds to day
Then sheds to morning again.
No November can nod at incoming rain.
That is just a lot of clouds clashing
Who will reach earth first.
Rooting beneath is the butterfly,
feeding on great marigolds.
There is so much dance.
We forget footsteps of air in sky.
The wind freely associates a memory to November.
When fire dances on traffic signals and I see wait,
November’s NoAmber collection adds
one more memory: dissolves biscuits and sips her tea.
There is casualness in the way we approach weather.
A street bathes in wind,
and that of all –
has just stopped sea from flying away.
Poem 2
/Of copied hearts or when Dumbledore casually walks in/
In the classroom we were all supposed to be kids.
So, when Dhruv reminded that in the last class
Saif copied his heart
For a moment, we all, felt it beat.
Where is it that guilt resides?
Paper skies, copied hearts,
Poems on paper, reading clouds.
There are curious cases of children
Asking what is that we can copy.
Saif heard this, adjusted himself in his shoes
Rose himself to the height of that afternoon
And wrote a poem about Green Sandwich
That he wished he could give to his brother.
“what is unreal in this poem?”
“Only the green of Green Sandwich.”
We learnt it is allowed to copy hearts.
The same class, Jamsher wrote his first poem on socks
Which went something like this:
“My socks colour is black
My socks name is white
My socks eat banana
My socks does not go in dustbin
My socks does not go in shoes
My socks sound is very good
My socks smell not very good.”
In the classroom, Aadil flew the airplane
High in the air when he reminded me
This was the second poem Jamsher wrote –
“His first was a samosa poem.”
“Extra 100 points for remembering,”
I really wanted to say!
/canteen/
AUD canteen stands at the entrance of college
like it knows food for thought
was never just a phrase.
Just as an empty verandah greets the 9 a.m. classes,
Monkeys decide to show how much they have learnt:
They choose parantha over dahi
They choose chocolate ice cream over kulfi
They choose Kwality Walls over Vadilal
They even choose walking over boundary wall.
In the morning, the fragrance of tea
never leaves the square outside canteen,
and I wonder How High must one have
raised the Tea Kettle in air,
so that when it finally falls in cup,
We think it is like this the tea cools down.
But really it is all just steam.
It is the steam, rising, like it wants out at all costs!
I collected stamps of 20 paisa
In Miranda I bought a cup of tea for 5 rs
Now in AUD, every time I take out 10 rs
The steam rises to flutter like the flag in CP.
And I see it all very clearly –
The steam sticks, the note gets moist.
And I keep it back to dry, for a bargain
I will win some other day.
Every day costs so less but costs so much.
The menu on the small white board, near money counter,
looks like it knows what’s cooking in college
and also, how much all this really costs.
Poem 4
/graffiti area/
I wish I knew how to draw on walls.
The best sketches of mine were always copies.
I wish I could draw an actually good PikachuThe thought bubble would read:
I picka wall.
There is one poster at home though
And I realise this when we were shifting -
That Charmander carries fire
That Pikachu carries lightning
That November rains hit hardest when
So much about remembering feels like
Memory is traveling a speed greater than light.
Is no power also superpower?
Someday Dumbledore will even light fire to his own long, silver, beard
and even then, he will say
“Happiness can be found even in the
darkest of times, if only one remembers
to turn on the light.” But Silverstein will then
Stop a tree from falling, while saying
if is just another insect buzzing in,
saving childhood from other children.
Dumbledore feels that to feel pain like this
Is our greatest strength. But ask the beard
that he no longer wears. Someday,
...
All this will loosen,
like the next cloud in our (h)air.
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