Nomadic Musings

Every single day, I think of some random verses. A few that are relatable, And some of them are very different. I feel sad, sometimes. And to stop sinking, I write a poem. I do the same, To stop floating , With my infinite happiness. I roam around, In the town. I buy some random stuff. I click picture of it, And write four lines about it. To keep the best possible memory of that stuff, Even if that isn't worth it. I sing, And then I change the lyrics. "Hey, you are wrong!" , They say. And I worry not. Because I literally love to change the lyrics, Of every song that I sing. I want to flaunt my Rhyming skills, Everytime. Yes, you are right. If you think ,I am insane. Because trust me, You will find your verse ,one day. May be without a rhyme, But meaningful, Totally.

To me, Poetry is the way to live life, With rhymes and no rhymes, sudden escape from the boring routine, and the easiest way to make anything divine. To me, Poetry is therapy, Writing down, Whatever I feel is medicine for me, right after any heartbreak, a way to settle things down, and the craziest way to come back to reality. To me, poetry is freedom, Writing free verses is fun, To reach the places, I have never seen before, To meet the people, I have never met before, and lively way to form bonds. To me, Poetry means making mistakes, Sometimes, I care not about rules. And yet, I am not punished. To me Poetry is everything. -Monika Satote

Let's escape. 🎈 Keeping this existence here, We will seek for some fresh survival and New habitat. I will hunt for some sunlight, You go , gaze some stars. I will keep the count. We will swim in some runnels; With ease, Comforts And No worries. I want to burry those toxic misunderstandings. Will you help me dig? I will sketch your emotions, You draw some light out of me. All aches will vanish, I promise. Numb mind, paining body Stamped heart; Everything will be settled, Magical, & Random. Let's surrender to this beautiful journey, before our life starts craving for graveyard.

I was wide awake. Alone, Lying on my bed. Startled, confused, tired. Thinking of my unbeatable solitude. As usual Night hugged me in my solitude, tightly. The most inconvenient phase for others but still of my convenience. The moonlight was beaming down through my window, Giving me the courage to miss people, who don't even miss me. "I want to get rid of my frustration" , I shouted. Nobody was there to reply. I face-palmed. I penned a few lines. My tears managed to spread that ink, effortlessly. I buried few of my worries,  benevolent Night helped me dig in. Then I turned on my favourite song and I don't know when I closed my eyes. Midnight kicked away some of my blood-curdling nightmares. My scars were fainter than ever; My heart was lighter than ever; All the aches were settled. A little cold and a little lonely; with every strike of the Clock; Night was over. I woke up next morning; With hopes; To meet my everyday companion, Night ; in my soli...

With every new season; I will be the newest me! Shedding my worries down; Blooming with every new flower, With each new fragrance, without exception of any colour. Driven by the wind; sometimes. Destroyed by the wildest Tornado; sometimes. In my nest for the whole day, in the cosy span. And a day out plans with my open wings; sometimes. Suddenly realising some magical moments of transition, And fading away with multitudinous changes; sometimes. take this with a pinch of salt or not, With every new season; I will be the newest me.

Her Dangling decisions and his reposing gestures; Made her reliant enough, To go along with. Little did she know; With every situation , All his decisions were turning into restrictions. Sometimes an abusive word; Every so often his hard fists, The doctrine kept recurring; She actualized an imprisonment. With fear of judgement , And with those scary dreams of loneliness, Then she resolved against the solitude. With courage; pulling her chilvalrous part above; She left the demon in him behind.

He is an audacious lad. Always in search of new destinations; new stories and new people; Through his only comrade; Books. He determines for the savings; The dent in his pockets; Sacrifice some extravagances; Just for his companion; Books. He gambols some trips; Some delicious food; And a few Night-out plans; For whom? Books. Not so that; He is impassive. He connects; Cries over the anguishes of his favorite character. Laughs for those amusing occurrences. He has his entity to live by, Books.