Life’s kinda sorta normal.Till I ignore the spiders beneath coversI don’t like them crawling on my skinI can’t focus on anything else then… I call pest control; they do a good jobThe stench fills my nostrils for a weekI open the windows,but there’s smoke from a fire outsideyou can’t trust anyone these daysthey generate smoke … Continue reading Kinda Sorta
28th January, 2005, was the day I felt hurt and ignored. 12th June, 2007 ……… She wondered if she was talking to a human being or a talking calendar of events—events she could not remember or relate to, but had trapped his weak mind in repetitive cycles. Sahil kept talking in loops and failed to … Continue reading Black Monsters
Bury the hatchet before saying goodbyeLet love, not languorous rancour, sing a lullabySee silhouettes on a sunset skyPast and present pale shadows are passing us byComplaints, conflicts are so yesterdayPerfect is a perspective, mental inlayWe were ourselves; ditch world views on parting notes MTB: Rhyming Alliteresen
Welcome back! PROMPT #379 Mangus Khan shared T.S. Eliot's Cold, Snobby Guide to Poetry in response to last week's prompt. I'm enticed by the following lines. Kill Your Ego, Save the Poem Now for Eliot’s hottest take: great poetry isn’t about you. It’s not your diary entry. It’s not your breakup in verse. The poet should … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #379
“It is an intelligence failure, but whose intelligence systems are perfect? We never hear of thwarted terrorist attempts, only the ones that destroyed us.” He is ridiculed for his speech, but he makes a valid point. Those stars above could be footprints of soldiers who went helter-skelter and lost the war, or they could be … Continue reading Darkness we cannot crack
dreaming of a futurewhile walking on coalinduced heartbeatspacemakers galore I make peacewith momentsdead and gone Life is in the Nowandgrandeur of Hope Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
stars come aliveon a clear skybut my skin still burns(ineffective sunscreen)longs for soothing lotionsglycerine, rosewater and limebefore I dream of rainy daysand cloudy skies moon on its daily sojourninternalizes changecontrols the tideswhile I roll on white sheetsrestless, awake…go skinny-dippingon sultry nightsunder the stars W3 Prompt #157
The lamp stays aflame, waiting for the genieCome claim its freedomThe lamp is tired,watching the genie frolic around-multiple masters, numerous assignments-lot of adventure, a grateful clientele. I’ve borne you for 5000 yearsattracted innocents to accidental rubsbecoming Masters of their Fate While I remain sedate, cold or hotMiracle I am, Angel you are notI respect the … Continue reading Lamp and Genie
peace beckonsscreen lines almost flatthe deathbed infant smilesin her mother’s armshope abounds travel, childcross lines of controlbreathe easy baby squealswith delight; invitesattention grandma smilesa hand raised to blessfalls lifeless Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 10 - Senryu Series
I miss Mom more than ever as I walk through Sakura-laden sidewalks. The extended cherry blossom season has brought in a fresh wave of tourists, and visitors in outfits from different countries liven up the landscape further. I stopped to see a girl child in a wheelchair. Her expression sharply contrasted with her mother’s morose … Continue reading Cheer
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