General

No, I am not undermining you lady precious. Only trying to figure out how many facets of you there are and how you managed to create heaven with each one of it. Remind yourself where you have started and where you have crawled to reach. I can read that story you haven’t uttered. Let the world know too. Comment if you like my way of conveying your “poetry”.

My mother .. another homemaker
Cried with joy
When she was informed
I was inside her
The ladies around
Made it sound
The load she carried
Will bad luck surround.
For her face glew
And let eyes lit
Sweating around
Yet calling herself fit
The symptoms evident
That I will arrive
My mother knew
I will live less and more survive
I am the gender they warn you about
They don't read poetry, they only shout.

Parents amazed, damned the world aside

vulnerability-
that moment of hesitation you cease to be yourself
hesitation-
that moment of expectation you invest in others
expectation-
that momentary trap, betrayal lays for you
betrayal-
that moment of choice serving as a ladder for growth
choice-
that moment of successful redemption
success-
that moment of vulnerability which goes unnoticed.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 242. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

These lines are written in response to a prompt on https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/08/04/reenas-xploration-challenge-242/

Two Planes

Two planes flying trying to reach

Somewhere high, at great extremes

Flying above even the clouds

Where they can see

Both sun and earth

Its a dizzying feel

At supersonic speeds

When everything on ground

Swiftly recedes

Sun looks far, never in reach

Yet at a touch of button

They can raise a sun

To leave behind

A scorched earth

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar

“I want to be a soldier!”

It’s been his song since childhood

Inspired by Batman

And the other guy who gums and ‘degums’ himself from buildings to save a girl in danger

Little did he know that soldiers wear uniforms

Much larger than the passion to defend the defenseless

It’s only from high up here

Above the screams of innocent civilians

Does he realize how noble ambitions can be driven into the heat of madness

Written forRXC PROMPT #242, hosted by Reena

Write whatever the image brings up in you.

Flying high in the sky

Their intent deadly

Raining death on people

From high in the sky

They spread mayhem

On orders from above

Their feeling or conscience

Not involved in their actions

Do they ever think about

The consequences of their actions?

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Written for RXC Prompt #242, hosted by Reena

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Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #242

War Zone

What are those planes, Mummy?

hovering in the sky,

they’re making such a sound Mummy,

Making my teddy cry.

Stay away from the window,

take this bag and pack.

Dry those tears my darling,

hurry, I’ll be right back.

What will I pack Mummy?

Can I take teddy too?

Of course you can darling,

But your clothes, only a few.

Where will we go Mummy?

Will we take our car?

No, we’ll take a little walk

It really isn’t far.

Burned

i dared and had a taste
of the blazing fire in your lips
that late February afternoon
when summer was just
in the waiting room
it had me burned,
burned down ’till i can’t
hold on nor put a halt
to the once fragment
of my late night poetries
and 3 am cold morning wishes
i never thought it would happen
so i cared not of the cruel truth
i was burned,
but it felt so good
i was intoxicated,
but it gave me power
i felt so good, i felt so powerful
that no amount of brutal reality
could make me stop
nothing could make me stop
from loving you that late
February afternoon.

that same fire is still burning
even decades after, i am burned.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #242

“There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than…

Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – Resplendent &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #242

two fighter jets looked down
on the destruction they created
the war zone now resplendent
with white and grey tangled shards
of concrete building remnants in the streets
the bodies of the innocent
dotted with bright red blood
limbs splayed and everywhere
black patches of unearthed greenery
rejoicing in the colors of war
claiming a supposed victory

mission accomplished
returning to base
10-4

Write whatever the image brings up in you.

There is no restriction on length or format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap.

Cee abruptly stopped in her tracks. The finely detailed map that she held did not depict the glassy pond which obviously lay directly to her right. The sky reflected on the pond’s surface was sharp, but the image was sepia-toned.
A gasp from directly behind her made her jump with fright. She spun around with fists at the ready nearly knocking the youngest survivor into the copper-colored water.

“Zee! You scared the salt out of me! I told you to stay at camp.”

“I got bored, Cee. You get all the fun these days.”

“These days? You call the end of human existence THESE DAYS!”

Cee instantly realized her fright had gotten the better of…