Sleep Utopia

As each day ends, I wish I could dive into my chaos energetically rather than drowning pathetically and then watch the movement of water that overpowers me transferring a portion of its energy as our sweet little deal followed by taking a stand against the welcoming winds under the bed of stars preferably boarding over a gently swaying boat that sails over an ambient oceanscape as a lonesome point that is lost in this vast universe born only to find all beauty in the vanishing ripples that reflect the milky white planetoid pumpkin which has mood swings that do not match with mine and afterwards slowly slip into the arms of sleep right in the shimmering open arbour that remains unbarred while listening to the magical stories of umpteen galaxies that hang over and the mellifluous voice of surrounding waves that kiss me good night one by one until that philander with bright dancing rays barges in on my pleasant utopian or sometimes wild dreams forcing me to open my eyes after bulldozing all fantasies written and directed by Nox.

Word Count: 180
Sentence: 1

The writing above is an example of the usage of the literary device ‘Polysyndeton’. Nox is the Roman goddess of the night.

Magic Lantern

expedition starts

as fluorescent flickers

fan fervent fire

fabricating fantasy

under the whispering stars

Credits & Footnote

In response to Colleen’s ‘Tanka Tuesday #236 – Expedition’. 

Featured Image: Pinterest.

Nocturnal Love

magician strolls sky
exotic garden of night
tenderness unfurls
bosom of moon blossoms bloom
nocturnal love glows in dark

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This is my first attempt at writing a Tanka.

➟ Tanka – Brief History

Tanka (a poetic form with 5/7/5/7/7 syllables) poems are ideal dictions of intimate and deep emotions and act as secret letters expressing love, gratitude, self-reflection, or desire. Unlike haiku, Tanka lets ample visualization with the use of metaphors, personifications, and similes.

Monolith’s Mind

Hey visitor!

Let me clear my own mystery, sharing my story with you.

I was once a giant guard designed to fly. While I rested, the enemy of my territory casted a freeze curse immobilizing our complete clan. As days passed, the frozen mankind, all their materialistic lifestyle and even the cursed enemy passed away.

But, I stay grounded with no escapade even in this open desert. Then on, I remain seated decoding the meaning of mankind for centuries and centuries.

Flying Fantasy – TLT #2

Jon often saw himself flying in the air over familiar places with an unexplainable heavy feeling, and wondered if he was supposed to be a fantasy flying creature!

He approached an ‘oneirocritic’, who interpreted the dream as his crave for stability in his otherwise vulnerable life, where situations are slipping out his hand.