Carbon-split

This is too much living

One box flowing into nine

Boxes over-lapping

Fuzzy intersection

No corners no angles

Cardboard melting in this pond

My cat sits on my leg

Her tail hugs my calf

My right arm rests on her

This is the only way I can type

My hair has grown this summer

The pony doesn't hold the frontal fronds 

The landlord asks me on parking spot

While his mother is hospitalised 

We discuss a Rs. 25 per month spot

I had a sandwich earlier 

I was satiated then but I am hungry again

I burnt the eggs on boil

I lost track of it in my thoughts

I haven't finished this poem yet

But I need to go pee

Meera is now nestled fully on my left leg

Does she look at the black specs on white screen?

Something some task I have forgotten to do

It nags me right on the nape of my neck

Or maybe this foot that has gone dead

-

Chandni Girija

Day 07 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | Global Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2026

 

Sand

I did fall you know?

Skid into baleful yellow

Was soaked in all of it

And sat dripping on the shore

My throat hurts you know? 

Croaking such a broken ochre

I haven't eaten in three days

I haven't had your touch

Come soothe my fever

Just one periwinkle sprinkle?

Your wings are so fragile you know?

My fingers might go through

Our secrets are killing us you know?

Slicing us purple 

I think those are centipedes 

Crawling and now jumping green fatness onto leaves

Those are evil butterflies you know?

Ready to take flight

They will tell the world our secrets

Pollinate our misery into young flowers!

What shall we do my love?

This sand could be soothing you know?

We could slide down and bury here

We do not need to tell them you know?

We do not need to tell each other

Let us go deeper than this ocean hanging here

Further down than its whale songs

-

Chandni Girija

Day 06 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | Global Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2026

Nun-naani

Nun-naani nun-naani

Nunni-nun-naani

Nun-naani nun-naani

Nunni-nun-naani

Black nose grape eyes

Nunni-nun-naani

Bum wiggle copter tail 

Nunni-nun-naani

Egg dance chicken dance

Walk dance

Side glance

Slide-under-leaf slow-motion trance

Intact males are beautiful

Biped males are scary ghouls

Cats are curse

Urine-marked stumps wonderful library

Nun-naani nun-naani

Nunni-nun-naani

Human has done 

Weak whistle again

Trot trot trot 

Legs four trot

Up down up down

Ears two flop!

Nun-naani nun-naani

Nunni-nun-naani

Hurt human port belly

Hurl-jump

Kiss-gaze stance!

Egg dance chicken dance 

Side glance 

Walk plop trot 

Back glance!!

Nun-naani nun-naani

Nunni-nun-naani

Nun-naani nun-naani

Nunni-nun-naani

-

Chandni Girija 

Day 05 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | Global Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2026

Bumble Bio

My goodness, the blueness!

When did she grow those veins

And those lips?

I am throbbing adolescence

In my late thirties?

Corn-fed dog food

They actually meant horses

Multiplying daily

Gnomes

I like this rum cake 

This Christmas evening 

And this American television

-

Chandni Girija

Day 04 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | Global Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2026

The Monkey Man

Just as the weather

The monkey man

Would jump jump down my chest

And onto my arm

Just as the weather

The monkey man

Would slither on my wrist

And run a running gash

Just as the weather

The monkey man

Would plop plop plop down the floor

I sit here watching drops of my blood

I sit here watching my life ebb away 

I wouldn't move 

My eyes would move

"Catch catch catch"

"Catch the monkey man"

Just as the weather

Would beat down the horizon

My eyes would fall 

Upon the floor

And the floor would catch 

My beaten eyes

My colden gaze

Just as the weather

Would turn 

So cold cold cold

-

Chandni Girija 

Day 03 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | Global Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2026

Balcony

Such squareness his shoulders

The white banyan

The white thread

The astuteness his arms

The fairness his nape

Such shapeness his back

My new knowledge is round

-

Chandni Girija 

Day 02 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | Global Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2026

Eyelore

Maroon

Lifting in a cloud

A saree swaying in the crowd

An elephant sashaying plod

It is like a bullet to my chest

A burst so sudden I am gone

Then I am back

And I watch 

Eyelashes

So long 

Irises brown, pupils red

World round

Swallowing all down 

I wallow like a pillow

Holding the punch of the resting head

It makes no sense I know 

But for crying out loud

Wetness flows like no stops

Breaking in thuds

Over little dams

Wetness seeps

Irrigates the field

Do these seeds break ground?

-

Chandni Girija

Day 01 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | Global Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2026