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Madhumita Apr 30
afternoon in
bed, quietly vacant
mind, quite a serene time doing
NaPoWriMo Day 30
Poetry form: Traditional Cinquain
Madhumita Apr 29
I have learned the importance
of self-care in my darkest moments.

I have learned not to chide myself
for the past I have left behind.
I have taught myself not to belittle
the seemingly insignificant ways
I take care of myself every day.

My body that continues
working, every cog turning,
no matter how I am feeling
fills me with wonder.

My mind, a juggernaut,
surprises me every time
with its resilience.

So I do all I can
to make myself feel better.
I try to take care of things now
so I am not overwhelmed later.
NaPoWriMo Day 29
Poetry form: Free Verse
Madhumita Apr 28
Sometimes I have something to say.
Sometimes I want to say nothing
about what I really feel –
I bury it within layers.

It is easy to write because
sometimes I have something to say.
Every word sprouts out eagerly,
a bamboo grove by morning light.

I begin my expedition
without a set destination.
Sometimes I have something to say;
I end up saying something else.

I’ve built a wall of reticence;
poems are the open window.
Reluctant as I am to talk,
sometimes I have something to say.
NaPoWriMo Day 28
Poetry form: Quatern
Madhumita Apr 27
a rebellion
among the sheep.

Watch them burn out,
go back to sleep.
NaPoWriMo Day 27
Poetry form: Septolet
Madhumita Apr 26
I love to watch the rain
Rain with a flash of lightning
Lightning with a dash of thunder
Thunder makes me wonder
Wonder at the wayward wind
The wayward wind sets the rhythm
The rhythm sways the world
The world is in chaos
Chaos is peaceful
Peaceful is the moment
The moment when I am at home
At home watching the rain.
NaPoWriMo Day 26
Poetry form: Free Verse (Gradatio)
Madhumita Apr 25
He saw her when he opened the door,
motionless, spread-eagled on the floor.
For a second, he lost his head
and thought she lay there dead
only to chuckle when he heard a snore.
NaPoWriMo Day 25
Poetry form: Limerick
Madhumita Apr 24
Certain sounds used to bother me.

Human noises like people breathing drove me crazy – it didn’t have to be a wheeze, a rasp or a rattle. It remained a battle to ignore the everyday sound of normal breathing, indecipherable, barely a decibel.

Another peeve, of course, was people eating, the cacophony of masticating – I flinched as I heard them chomp, crunch, chew, and munch. I recoiled in distaste as they audibly swallowed their lunch.

I didn’t understand why I found the innocent sound of a faucet dripping so irritating. I felt like a monster because I couldn’t control the flash of anger when I heard someone drumming their fingers, tapping their feet.

One word saved me from the lunacy of self-loathing – misophonia – a name for my malady.

I don’t know what it is about labels that turns your torments into traits. Labels are the leash you use to control your troubles. Ever since I discovered I am misophonic, mundane sounds, while still annoying, no longer overwhelm me.
NaPoWriMo Day 24
Poetry form: Prose
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