Janu the dog, Janu's Haikus, Poems, Random

Janu’s afternoon in haikus

Hey! I don’t have a good reason for my posts being here and there and sometimes non existent but yeah. I post when I write and I guess I haven’t been writing too often lately cause I am out of ideas. Do give me ideas or prompts in the comments if you have any.
And without further ado- Janu’s afternoon in haikus(from her perspective)
If you haven’t read the other posts of Janu’s haikus-
Janu writes haikus
Janu’s morning haikus.

I swear I will bite,
Stop petting me you human,
I’m trying to sleep.

She won’t go away,
She won’t stop kissing my head,
PLEASE JUST LET ME SLEEP.

Thank god she is gone,
But my belly is itching.
Ugh. Where did she go!

Please? Please come back here,
I want belly rubs right now!
Why won’t she listen.

Wait what’s that I hear,
Is that sound a pidgeon?
Shoo! Dirty rascal!

Hmm maybe if I
carefully sneak up on it,
I could catch it quick.

Must use my cat skills,
And stalk it without a noise,
Shit! It flew away.

Who is that barking,
I can hear them loud and clear,
Must bark back at them.

It sounds like Imli Rani,
She is my bestie, I’m hers.
Must stare at her now.

I really need to pee.
Where is that stinky human?
She must take me down.

I will whine and whine,
Until she takes me outside.
Fine, I’ll hold it in.

Do I smell a treat?
Let’s go investigate this.
“Sit.” says the human.

“I am sitting down,”
“Now just give me the damn treat.”
I mutter, hungrily.

She gives me the treat.
I take it in, to my bed,
Then I munch in peace.

I am sleepy now,
I will take a quick, short nap.
First get comfortable.

Hm. Yawn, good morning.
Short nap became kind of long.
Slept for three hours straight.


Poems

Fade Away

Heya people. So um I was just sittin’ about when I realized I haven’t posted in a while. And my exams are over, yes, still I don’t seem to get time. I was thinking of how I was kinda “fading away” from the blogsphere and I opened the laptop to write. And here is what came from my idea. A girl fading away from the world and leaving life. She is dying but at the same time it has a peaceful ring to it and a calmness with a kind of freedom.

As the wind blows cold through my hair,
I can feel myself fading away.
As the wind dances and as love floats in the air,
My mouth closes shut with nothing to say.
Those words that always spurt out,
That always come flowing non stop.
Words of gibberish, words of the world,
Words of love and words of hate.
But now not a single word remains.
The world like a hollow of a tree,
Like an empty, rough and stained plate.
As a summer breeze blows warm yet cool,
I feel myself grow dimmer till I’m gone.
Not only words vanish but thoughts perish too.
They burn till crisps as if they were in a merciless flame.
My mind in a state of flurry, of anxiousness and fear,
A striking pain thrust in my heart,
The deep waters a gentle blur,
The sky a mix of nothing, only a blue haze.
As my fate grows clearer, as my hopes fall ablaze,
As my loved ones scream and cry,
As they refuse to take in the truth in horrible groans,
I disappear from the world.
Some might say- “Die with a smile.”
But on my face my lips lay closed shut
My face ice cold, expressionless.
In my eyes two tiny tears sit cursed and vile,
For with the pain, how must I smile?
I fade away leaving no trace.
I circle away from life and it’s worries.
Leaving behind things I hate and things I love.
I fade out of one world and into another.

Poems

A choking earth

Hello! I had given in three haikus for Gelina’s haiku contest cause why not! The results came today and I was…second! Congrats to everyone else- since there were so many people with AMAZING haikus I am not gonna take particular names right now! I really loved the contest idea and it not only was fun but I am sure created slight awareness or at least made the people writing think about how bad a situation global warming and climate change is at. Either way- my haikus came out pretty well so here they are-
And honestly the intro is longer than the rest of the post-

Engines running smooth
Smoke fluttering to the sky
Making our Earth cough.

Crisp heat licking Earth
As rain patterns switch and change
The climate askew.

Rivers flowing dry
As droughts grow long, mean and fierce
Earth sick and coughing.

Poems

Exams

Hey this is a last minute poem and I know I could have done better on it…but I literally have exams so erm lotsa studying going on. Not much time to post- and not too many ideas. Either way between these 2-3 weeks of exams I might post once or twice but probably not so yeah-

A lump in the throat,
As a sharp pencil scribbles down the notes,
A nervousness wandering in the belly,
As your feet turn into a jelly-
A jelly purple and full of fear,
One that trembles as the papers come near,
Yet through the worry, through everything,
A tiny chuckling grin,
For all your notes are scribbled down,
All your grammar, every noun,
Every subject, every chapter there is,
Has been studied from top too bottom,
All the formulas of maths stored in memories,
The science studied from minerals to deciduous trees.
Pencils sharpened, erasers brand new,
Ready for the exams,
And the exams ready for you.



Poems

Leaves

Hey guys, I know I have not been posting as consistently as I used to. And I do have studies, exams coming, lots of other stuff. But none of those are the reason…the reason is I just haven’t found a topic that I feel. Sooo right now I wrote this poem on leaves…and yes I was feeling it. Also thanks for giving me prompts- Some of them were amazing! I have not started doing any prompts but I will definitely. Anyway lets begin-

On the trees thin smooth bits of green,
Dancing in the summer wind,
Hopping through the warm heat,
Swimming through puddles from rain,
Gently falling to the ground,
As they flutter, round, round, round,
A crazy swirl of green and brown,
Flowers yellow like a crown,
Little petals gentle and full of smell,
With happiness they gleefully swell,
Tears of rain from the sky,
The leaves drenched wet by the cries,
The water evaporating in summer heat,
As the leaves swirl at peoples feet,
Gently drying turning to a crisp.


Poems

Foggy Glasses

Hey guys! Poem here again!
Come on that is what I do- Write poems…ok ok I do other things but um-
Ok so um I got specs recently so in this poem I tried to capture how the world is prettier yet more dull since colors are not as vivid. How at first it is hard to walk down stairs cause of the distortion of shapes and how the glasses fog up when you let out deep breaths.

A gentle fog upon the glass,
One which gently begins to pass,
The world clear and clean,
Through the frame of green,
Walking down steps, step by step,
Shapes distorted, trying not to trip,
Every breath gently forms,
Into a fog like storm,
The rain comes down,
And vision blurs with a frown,
Then slowly the storm wanders away,
Light shining through the day,
Glints catching the glasses,
As people walk by in masses,
The world clean and details clear,
Like the center of a flower in a purple sphere,
Like bristles on top of a dirty green leaf,
Like eyes of happiness and tears of grief,
Like shining rods made of of metal,
And colors of beauty on flower petals,
The world pretty, yet a foggy storm, a battle,
As the glasses thud to the ground with a rattle,
Things in the distance blurred, unable to see much,
Put the glasses back on in a rush,
Green frames upon the nose,
The world prettier than a rose,
Yet colors not as vivid nor as bright,
Though the glasses much improve sight,
The world pretty beautiful but at the same time drab,
Due to the glasses a headache that feels like a stab,
A confusing mixture of dull, of pretty and of foggy tornados,
As the glasses sit on the nose with a sunlit glow.





Poems, Random, Stories

Give me poetry/writing prompts

Hey people! So I was thinking about what else I could write about, I tried a few topics but I really wasn’t feeling any of them, ya know?
So I was hoping you guys could give me some prompts! Just put them in the comments and I will try to do most of them! Thanks!
Try to keep them as unique as possible!

Anyway I know this is a short post but lettuce end here.

Lettuce: Za I am za lettuce! And I muzt say itz been long since you called me to start or end a post!

Uh-
I-
Um I meant let us?

Lettuce: nO you said lettuce. And you haven’t called me in so long.

Fine! Just end the post already!

Poems

Rotten fruits

So I am sitting on the table doing math and I see half an apple on the table. I feel it and poke around and on top it has that crusty brown layer that apples have. That apple wasn’t rotten but it made me start to think-
“A crusty brown layer of rot…”
“….”
And then I thought…why not a poem about rotten fruits? So here you are-

An apple outside blood red,
A dark stem right at its head,
Its body cut straight down,
As its side turns into a brown,
Its sweet and sugary insides,
Turn black on all the sides,

A peach, round, pale pink and furry skin,
Fleshy and orange within,
But brown spots flashing everywhere,
The fruit flies hungrily stare,
As the outside fur begins to rot,
And the insides turn into clots,
Clots of thick ooey gooey flesh,
Not at all fresh.

A papaya wrapped thick,
With newspapers that stick,
A sweet fruit with a musky tang,
As onto life it hangs,
Fruit flies invading the fruit,
Gulping down their tasty loot.

A guava tropical, small and sweet,
Something we all love to eat,
Outside green bumpy skin,
Yet pink softness within,
Either way,
The fruit turns gray,
And gets small spots of brown,
The spots spreading across its crown.

A banana yellow and bright,
But this banana, not such a great sight,
Rotting everywhere, yellow turned to black,
Prettiness and freshness the banana lacks,
As flies attack and steal in mouth loads,
Like all the other fruits, this too rotten.





Animals, Poems

Ants point of view

Hey guys! Here is a small poem of how an ant sees the world since it is small. Now I know, ants don’t think this much, or maybe even at all. They don’t see colors. They don’t-
Well my point is- I know some of this might not be accurate, this poem is more shaped on how it may see things based on its size. Also erm sorry for the ending but couldn’t help it.

I scramble around,
Through thick muddy ground,
And through fields so tall,
Blades of grass the size of walls,
With plants tall and green,
Trees bigger than anything I’ve seen,
The lights shining bright,
Through the lamps on the roadside,
Shining onto the street,
As I find something to eat,
A sweet cake crumb,
Gently sticking to my gum,
A little green leaf flying in a flutter,
Falls on my body as I shudder,
Then my ant friends join me,
And together we carry the leaf with glee,
Then suddenly I see a shoe,
Gigantic in size colored white and blue,
It comes in front and blocks,
my view standing tall like a rock,
Then suddenly a hand comes down in a smash,
My ant friends running away in a clash,
But my body beneath the hand fails to run,
For my life has been finished, it is now done.