cheer of sunny yellow turns lonely blues into vibrant patterns which sees onlookers going green with envy black moods white peace envelope so much unfathomable within themselves JSW Prompt 8-27-2018
Enveloped
Break Free
born alone I die to connect Balderdash! take away umbilical chords I shall breathe understand individuals respect them allow strength to seep across bonds Unity let weakness not be an excuse or sharp tool disconnect first to let others need, want you BrewNSpew Cafe 12
Embers
I pursued success, but drifting over storms waned all enthusiasm, and I ended on a marooned island – alone, dreamy life passed me by-a writer evolved-telling stories of still glowing embers Weekly Writing Prompt #156
Realization
stories of heroes lullabied me to sleep I grew up to see captains jumping off the ship I knew what is cowardice Ronovan Writes
Baby in a basket
The story started with a challenge set up thehauntedwordsmith, to be continued by the next tagged writer. STORY SO FAR (links given) https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/08/11/finish-the-story-6-11-august-2018/ “It’s in your blood, hun.” His mother’s response to the announcement that he was leaving home echoed in his ears. He knew she would be supportive, but he never expected to feel … Continue reading Baby in a basket
Locus of control
“It was a moment of enlightenment….” “What did you see beyond that door?” “I was told Jesus Christ would bless me. A few others said, you will find all the Gods ever named on Earth, or the one you most ardently wish to see. No shape or structure holds a monopoly on God….” “And … Continue reading Locus of control
Imagination
I had an idea And I thought It was brilliant. But there was so much to contradict. right inside me and out there. The mind flitted one thought to another till it settled on a branch. Amazingly, it found roots in that tree. and watered it untiringly. The water seeped through to more … Continue reading Imagination
ELEMENTS
Who takes notice of roots spreading beneath ground level helping each other, other than the trees or plants they support. We call those tiny ones weeds, but who created them to feed off the biggies? Who manages the rains? It creates havoc if it exceeds or falls below expectations. It holds many steamy secrets in … Continue reading ELEMENTS
आग अभी बाकी है
English translation in Comments section….
खुद को तपा सकता हूँ मैं
फिर से सोना बना सकता हूँ मैं
मुझको जलाने को आग अभी बाकी है।१।
गिर कर उठ सकता हूँ मैं
फिर नज़रों में चढ़ सकता हूँ मैं
कुछ नज़रों में मेरी साख अभी बाकी है।२।
खुद से लड़ सकता हूँ मैं
कब दुनिया से लड़ सकता हूँ मैं
धुली कमीज पर कुछ दाग अभी बाकी हैं।३।
अब भी हारा नहीं हूँ मैं
लाचार नहीं,बेचारा नहीं हूँ मैं
कुछ कर गुजरने का चाव अभी बाकी है।४।
अभी पढ़े हैं दो पृष्ठ तूने
अभी से न कर हिसाब अमित
अनपढ़ी पूरी क़िताब अभी बाकी है।५।
In response to:Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 51
Liberation
Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 25 August 2018 Trois-par-Huit The Trois-par-Huit was created by Lorraine M. Kanter. Trois-par-Huit (Three-by-Eight or Octa-Tri for short), a poem containing three stanzas of 3, 3 and 2 lines OR 3, 2 and 3 lines: 8 lines total with a syllable count of 3, 6, 9, 12, 12, 9, 6, 3. … Continue reading Liberation
