Creative Experiments and More

Not all is what meets the eye.

Tired little bird
Burdened by clouded portends
Fleeing the seasons
A fog besieges each day
Charged with electrons of doom

The crystal ball frees true sight – 6wordstory

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This week none of my posts were prompted. But I loved all my favourite prompts and had a fear of missing out.

So I challenged myself today, to write something that encompasses them all, thus this tanka.

• Sadje’s what do you see photo prompt – the photo of the little bird.
• Colleen’s weekly challenge – explore the tanka form of poetry.
• Bubble’s twenty word Tuesday – “electric”(the tanka is also twenty words)
• Reena’s exploration challenge – “Horror”(the portends of doom)
• Eugi’s weekly prompt – “crystal ball”
• Shweta’s six word story prompt – “Free”

I really hope I did all these justice,

Stay safe everyone and stay loving.
Happy Sunday. Go forth and enjoy it.

My neighbor is up all night

In the morning he’s never in sight

At one, he unlocks his door

Walks loud, thumping the floor

If I am asleep this sound awakens

What’s he up to? my mind beckons

I try to go out and peep

I hear him singing slow and deep

I guess he comes straight from the bar

He walks doesn’t have a car

I can hear him pushing chairs

As though he is in some despair

Next day the owner, came by to see

To clean up that flat and lend for free

There was a rumour, the house is haunted

‘No one is ready to move in’ he vented

I froze still in fear and fright

What’s the sound I hear all night?

Who comes in to stay in here?

‘Oh no! it must be a ghost’ I fear!

That night I stayed up till one

अब वस्ल-ए-यार की सूरत भी नहीं
इज़हार-ए-प्यार की सूरत भी नहीं

क्यों पूछता है यह ज़माना हाल मेरा
जब मेरी बीमार सी सूरत भी नहीं

तकता हूँ चेहरा उसका उम्मीद के साथ
अब उसके इकरार की सूरत भी नहीं

उतार दी है कश्ती इस तूफां में मैंने
किस्मत में पतवार की सूरत भी नहीं

क्या ढूंढ़ता है इस आईने में “अमित”
अब तेरी पहले सी सूरत भी नहीं

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 155

“Mumma….mumma”

“Yes, my dear”

“My friend just told me that there are blood sucking vampires out there, who take a stroll down the lane during the daytime too.”

“No dear. She must be joking”

“No mumma. She saw them cutting necks, screaming some mumbo-jumbo and when the hot blood starts flowing down the neck, she saw them splatter it everywhere before taking turns to suck it.”

“Oh dear! Your friend has a good imagination”

“Mumma…I am scared. What if they decide to take me“

“My dear..I promise you, I would never allow someone to take you”

I pacified my petrified little one, singing her favourite lorry. As she dozed off slowly, I stood up with determination.

With the last sweep of my eyes over her small sleeping form, I went out of my small dwelling.

“Hurry up..will you? Catch hold of that hen now, before she could…