As layers of new paint withered with age, they found each other underneath those, still fresh with the same old colors.
The intuitive wisdom that so far guided them as to when to move away and when to come closer, took a back seat today.
Unconcerned with the hurry and chaos of the outer world, the old friends relished the moment.
In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #106’.
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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.
Continue readingHave you had a night full of peaceful sleep that your eyelids just refuse to open, in spite of you being inspired with dreams of hope to have a productive day? I just had one such today. At such times, which dreams will you let take flight – the dreams of the night or those of the day? Today, sadly for me, it was the former.
Here are two takes on the same thought; each one is a verse of the poetic form – Naani.
Her eyelids refuse to leave the bed of peace, impeding determined dreams when it's time to take a flight.
Syllable count: 25
Continue reading“The crimes and ideologies of the past must be rectified at the earliest. The world is a wreck now.”
“If there’s nothing to rectify, will there be any reverence to our service at present times?” Continue reading
war heroes’ lost lives
flower shower hailed in grave
aimed at blooming peace
I had two different interpretations of this senryu. Continue reading
It is a skill to generate a strong voice for oneself, ignoring the voices of those people who poke their nose into others’ lives. This is a free verse depicting the aforesaid message, with each line written as a six-word story.
Don’t retaliate referees in your life.
Let them watch as you grow.
Let them judge until proven wrong. Continue reading
With a touch,
she transformed a new world.
With a stroke,
her colours filled the world.
Abandoning the wet backdrop,
she enthralled a magical world. Continue reading
Mornings beside the window that’d bring in chill air and pleasant sight from the park, now escorted stench and an unbearable sight.
The new neighbour disturbed Preethi’s peace with her tamed peristeronic flock. Continue reading
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