Author: Reena Saxena

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #73

PROMPT

The theme for this week is- ONE MINUTE

Kids amaze us as they develop
with joys from their simple gallop.

One minute, see them smile in nap
the next is a loud cry of hiccup.

No stress on planning a next step
always eager to play and clap.

Years of growth slowly do envelop
to create the “I” in full buildup!

Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #73

पल भर में न कर हिसाब ऐ दोस्त
एक उम्र लगी है तुझे मानाने में ।१।

तू ही चैन का पल दे सुबह मुझे
रात थक गयी है मुझे सुलाने में ।२।

कर लेने दे अपना दीदार ऐ साकी
आज मय नहीं है मेरे पैमाने में ।३।

डर लगता है ज़माने से मुझको
सर छिपाने दो मुझको मैख़ाने में ।४।

कर फिर कोई झूठा वादा अमित
कर लूँ यक़ीन तेरे अफ़साने में ।५।

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 73

PROMPT

The theme for this week is

ONE MINUTE

The words need not appear in your piece – but the spirit of that unit of time, what it can do to change things, or why it does not matter to us should be there.

Just one minute!

It just take one minute

To tuns life upside down

Shake it sideways and upend it

One moment we are here planning

For the next forty years and then

The next moment time is telling us

Not to be so sure about the next breath

It can be just over in a minute, the dream

Of years that we dream and plan about

Written in response to;

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #73

#Keepitalive

I said hello you said hello
Then we both know
There’s love within
My yang to yin

Enjoy every minute with you
With coffee brew
Day goes so fast
We have a blast

Longest minute when you said bye
You left I cry
My heart shutters
Everything blurs*

(c) ladyleemanila 2019

* Minute Poetry

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #73

It wasn’t until after the incident, which was all of one minute, that I realised how significant it was, and could have been.

It was a day like any other, I had finished work and there was a parent/teacher afternoon on, but before that, I went to collect the ironing from our ironing lady. My wife and I both worked, and we had six growing children, and there wasn’t a lot of time to indulge in such things as ironing.

What was to be a short trip turned into an event, which woke me up to my own mortality.

I stopped at the corner to turn left when I noticed a car coming towards me at high speed. Normally the distance the car was away was enough for me to turn and carry on my way. Whether it was instinct or my guardian angel, I don’t know, but something told…