NaPoWriMo #april9

the prompt is giving voice to the inanimate or writing a persona poem. the prompt is given by writer’s digest. visit writers digest for more exciting prompts and daily prompts for April month.

here is my attempt-

I was your best mate
back then
now you have i think
forgotten me
not a day went by
without thee
now I’m waiting for you
to hold me

the keyboard, touch screen, are
your new buddies
why, is it me or you, that
has changed
you still come back, on
days unwarned
I’m happy to welcome you
with open arms

when you are unable to
form words
when your heart aches even in
brightly lit room
when you need an escape yet
a familiar touch
you come back to me for
I help you express

I do not ask you, to
only look at me
do come back often Chris
for I miss thee;

-your half filled blue pen

It is so fun people, do give it a try and leave the link to your poems in the comments. i would love to read them. Happy Writing!!


Touch me not

Touch me not
for i shall sore away
with the winds of north
venture not to hold me
for i intend to flow
all the way from mountains to seas
discover every inch
of earth’s mystery

watch from a distance
for i shall dissipate soon
when our eyes cross
and your breathing does somersault
a mysterious force pulls you across
all in the name of nincompoop heart

Darling remember,
to Touch me not.


Sometimes I feel
I want nothing more,
than your house next to mine.

Watching sunsets and sunrise
Sharing vagaries and dreams alike
Dancing and falling in moonlight

Writing new poems by the Riverside
Challenging ageold beliefs on the side

Work would that be even or
Just an expression of my life
My story ,our story ,like stratus on a starry night
Where we smile through our eyes

Where u complete, my “zindagi aur kuch bhi nhi “
With teri meri kahani hai

How beautiful would that be,
Nothing more than
just You by my side;


Confluence of the old and new,
rejuvenated the perished
created the unheard
quenched the craving,

For the old aimed
and the new found
even different genre, sight
Conflux conferred each of their wants

Sowol’s Azaleas

“Azaleas”are often used as symbolic gestures in art and literature  to interpret important thoughts to the readers, poets, viewers, people of art, to gain their affection. A way to express our love and devotion towards someone.

The flower azalea is the best expression to express emotions whether being love, sad, remorse, the metaphorical meaning of the flower is deep and complete in itself, that one can adore it for a lifetime, -“symbols of fragile love that can still fail to blossom and turn into something long-lasting”; “symbol of abundance and plenty”; “flower from the past.” “passion and feelings of attraction towards someone you like.”

“If you would go,
Tiring of me,
Nothing will I say…
Tread gently
On my azaleas
Where the path is decked…”
– Azaleas, Kim Sowol

We get this term while exploring the work of Kim Sowol, a modern-Korean poet, who beautifully emphasised love, emotions, kindness through his poetry and collecting it under the title “azaleas”- it is considered a poem with the spirit of self-giving and selfless endurance of a beautiful but desperate love based on the oriental notion of being resigned to fate at the same time.

나 보기가 역겨워,
 가실 때에는, 
말없이 고이 보내드리오리다. 

영변에 약산)
아름 따다 가실 길에 뿌리오리다.

 가시는 걸음 걸음
 놓인 그 꽃을
 사뿐히 즈려 밟고 가시

옵소서 나 보기가 역겨워
, 가실 때에는
 죽어도 아니 눈물 흘리오리다.
Even if you leave,
being tired of me,
Meekly, I would let you go without a murmur.

On Mt. Yaksan, Yeongbyeon,
Picking an armful of azaleas,
I would scatter them on your path.

With every step you take,
please tread on the flowers
to your heart's content.
Even if you leave,
being tired of me,
I would never ever shed tears.

Reading kim sowol

Kim Sowol, a Beloved Poet of Korea. He is commonly called by his pen name “Sowol,” which he used for his published works. Despite his rather short-lived life of 33 years, he is considered a national poet who expressed the sentiments of Koreans through a most Korean-style voice, and conveyed the sorrow of Koreans and the agony of intellectuals during a dark period in Korean history under Japanese rule. With about 150 poems he left, Sowol and his poems have constantly been beloved by Koreans across generations.

It captures a plethora of emotions-feelings that could be spark of new love, anguish and despair for losing one’s beloved or about one’s nation and capture of peaceful nature-expressed in the rhythm tune of a children’s verse. It arouses the fundamental cycle of inherent solitude and sorrow, and the life and death of all creation through the flowers and birds in the mountains.

Most of So-wol Kim’s poems focus on the topics of life, parting and death of loved ones, and of loss of country. The poet especially dwells on the profound and willing resistance of Korea and its people who had not been able to stand up to the horrible tragedy that emanated from and was forced upon them by Japan. His poems are characterized by their emphasis on the negative and sad emotions of human strife that are revealed through various life situations. However, the poet instills in his works a sense of hope, elaborating on the willingness to transcend and overcome these trying and obsessively morose sentiments and situations.

sowol’s azalea inspired portrait made by google

It  gives dramatic configurations and gestures, thus allowing the reader to feel a more genuine sense of emotional expression. He also uses a conversational approach in his writings which, when combined with a cultural backdrop gives his poetry more realism.

There is evidently a lot to explore in his poems and a second read is always engaging it provokes to contemplate emotions underlying those phrases. Very aesthetically and creatively he frames the feelings of love and loss at same time, and the subject matter of his poems stands relatively unchallenging at surface, this rich essence is appreciative and frustrating togetherly and is also the source of his poetry which stands widely acclaimed.

On the surface they appear very simple and outspoken but when it comes to describing them, it is a hard task as one confronts the dilemma, how to enunciate the aesthetic qualities of a poem, making it akin to its original feelings, the articulation of both traditional and modern ideas. 

Legacy of Kim Sowol Work

There stands a wide legacy of his work being adapted and reformed in various ways and retold in numerous manner the most recent stands in the Korean sitcom “The King: Eternal Monarch” his verses are being captured. Many of the Korean Classical songs are written from his poems, even pop-version of the same have been created. His work is widely read around the globe and has been translated in various languages making it around more than 600 edition.The sense of rich knowledge of love and emotions are never so strong in poems as his works embody.

During the late 80’s and onwards many of his poems were used as songs and it made huge success records at global level. 

kim sowol’s collections

Just sowol

Kim sowol, or dearly known as sowol, is one of the rare poets, without whom modern korean poetry can not be wholly understood. sowol poured his life, reality and desperation, unmasked, a feat that many poets aren’t able to. as his greatest work azaleas, depicts the confluence of oneness and separation, love and longing, all at once, the extremes meeting at some point in the words of sowol. He himself dwindled on extremes in his life, fame and destruction. his early life started with record breaking works and awards, whereas the late years of his 33 year old went in despair. the desperation, confusion and overwhelmed state all are depicted beautifully in his one and only collection- azaleas.

He has not been a favourite of critics, as david mccahan says, “literature as symptom,cause or cure”, sowol expressed the cause, the grief, the pain at best but he never looked for a cure. his most renowned poetry “melancholy laments, with beautifully constructed lyrics”. while his contemporary Kim Ok, the only literary figure who knew sowol more than his words, praises him for his determination to experiment korean in its purest form. While during the 20th century, most were experimenting foreign literature and style, Sowol continued with korean.

One thing sowol never became was forgotten, with various journals publishing his stories after he left seoul, awards after his death, books on modern poetry not starting without sowol and still azalea winning hearts. He lives beyond his time.


This post has been in written in collaboration with Harshul Singh, a hopeless romantic, searching the forgotten, rare gems of literature. Visit his blog for more.


Blues and hues
with yellow intact
In pools of black
That often turned red

Saw the rainbows and greys
All splashes of shades,
Aye dyed home in brown
when purple dreams beckoned,

A little orange mixed
In palette of green
Brushes and rushes
To repaint recolor

Still pink held the background
Loud and strong;
This is SHE
Her canvas said it all;

I always wanted to write a poem with a unified theme of metaphors, and this happened as a happy accident while describing a picture. You can see that picture on my IG here.

Hop hop

I hop hop hop
In the green ol valley
I hop hop hop
Mountains beside me

I hop hop hop
with the maroon beneath me
In search of something
To satisfy inner me

I reached the
last standing tree
I hop hop hop

But, I’m a poet

There was a light, an aura, shining against the crowd
someone different, someone new
someone i never met, someone fascinating,
someone to meet again and again

It’s not a lie when i say
everything faded into background
except You;
I’m just a poet, you know

Often i overemphasize, inhibitions and emotions
Exaggerate an instant with eloquent words
Romanticize every possible happening on earth
Read into more than one should

Maybe it was just a passing a moment
I am a poet;

Image courtesy- my new found Hobby😚

I don’t believe you

I never believed it
When you said
“You can either love me or hate me
There is no between”
I smiled
You just had no mediocrity

Emotions were always loud
Even make the deaf feel something
Expressions bright as the day
Even those behind shut doors and heavy gates couldn’t escape
You were just that magical!

You could envelope one in your heart
In minutes of meeting
You were just that magical!

You were warmth personified
When you cried like a child
Got angry with a pout
Jealous throwing tantrums everywhere

I always wondered
How could someone hate you
Such sunshine and warmth in a box
Who could not love you?
So the statement aforesaid wasn’t true

Life took its turns
And Here I am
still unable to believe you
Because today
I’m standing in middle

I have loved you
And could never hate you
SO here I’m standing in middle
Unflinching immovable
Standing my ground
In the middle of nowhere;