The Wait

Wanting to turn the cold winds into a shower, she waited for the storm. That storm, she believed, would take her through a secretive egress that’d clear all clouds. The rhythm in her chest paced up signifying some complicated happiness.

If someone discovers you while yearning to be discovered, the feeling remains etched. Then, waiting wouldn’t be exhausting; it also won’t any longer be only the essence of sadness or loneliness. That was what she felt, a roller-coaster of emotions, that couldn’t easily be put in words.

What if that doesn’t happen at the dawn? Maybe, it’s meant to be at the dusk. The end of the wait will be that vibrant sunset, the best show saved only for the end of the day!

Credits

In response to  Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #141’. 

Dare to drop

her cover of pleasure
she dared to drop
to explore her bareness

concealed survival mode
she dared to exit
for a combat zone

the frightening toughness
she dared to embrace
for, a mask once dropped is always dropped.

Footnote

In response to  Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #126’. 

In search of my roots

Just around the bend
listening to none
I traverse those depths

Mystic maiden
wears a milky gown
of winter frost

dubious saunter in
deceiving silence sends
delicate shivers

walking barefoot
I deduce a connection
with my unseen roots

Footnote

In response to  Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #125’. 

Claustrophobic

The head, getting full, ached as it compromised the vacancy in the heart bearing the latter’s burden in spite of constantly fearing if it was developing claustrophobia within, as the doors of escape from agitated thoughts were always locked.

Credits

In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #123’. 

Calm in Chaos

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.

Credits & Footnote

In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #106’. 

Featured Image:
Photo by Gennaro Leonardi on Pixabay.

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Misty Stream

effulgent marvel

dreamy evanescent pool

smoky spectacle

Credits & Footnote

In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #104’. 

Featured Image:
Photo by Sean Robertson on Unsplash.

Touch Wood

An unseasonable lamp
Stays my side,
As rays of the sun
And shimmers of the nights,
Reassuring words of love
With her hands in mine! 

Like the touch of the wind
On a scorching day, 
She is that touch wood
Amidst the decaying logs,
Making space for me to 
not seek more but enjoy the lesser!

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.

New-Age Oases

The more unliveable our urban centres become, we as tourists retreat into the new-age oases – the sustainable hotels – which are just illusions of naturalness. Even when they have committed to reducing wastes and carbon footprints, how long will we be able to live in this fantasy without having to deal with the repercussions?

Isn’t the hope we’re dreaming of, also a dream?

Credits & Footnote

In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #93’ & Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #287’. 

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Featured Image:
Photo by Milan Vasek (www.milanvasek.com).

Surreal Visage

To live, I’ve broken through the surface of a stone. The stone is me, the rigid part of my own self. I destroyed a self to create a self, more like a sculpture.

I let every colored feeling pile on me, flowing together as a thick black liquid. I enjoy this state, for it is like a mould of stoical repose.

Rain Clouds

Because I could not stop for death, 

He stopped before me

Choosing the dark dock 

In a deep valley 

Amidst the lofty mountains 

And started pouring out his anguish 

By crying out tears

Until the sun shone again!

Beauty and Beast

With beauty and beast,
an architect battles.

Rising to heights, there's beauty;
the cloud covers of the ether.

Plunging to bottom, there's beast mode;
the ceaseless crowds of busy humans.

Discovering Scattered Stars

I'm star-struck.
Share some light.
Make me feel light.

In you, I see 
The vastness of my spirit 
Spread over infinite space.

I search and soar
Beneath the bed of stars
In depths of the surreal sky.

Balance

I'm black,
also white.

Empty basket,
Filled stomach.

Clean room,
But, nasty me!

Upended Hourglass

Here's a handful of sand 
from infinite grains on beach. 
Then, open. 
Now, concealed. 

As they fall trying to escape, 
more clearer is the picture other side. 
Past provides clarity, and 
Future is far from haze. 

Bird in hand

They say a bird in hand is worth two in the bush. So, should I cage myself with you? There’s too much risk in it.

On the other hand, if I let you free, is it not risky too?

Am I going to take a chance? 

Abstract Art

A/N: Kindly read the verse in landscape mode if the lines don’t fit entirely on your screen.

Just dried mixing pallete…
A single brush for all strokes…
Messed page in her colouring notebook.

Tears of water flowed
drenching pages in an effort
to make a kaleidoscope of colours.

Deserted

Among the sand hills,
I walk naked, with chivalry lost
and the regret of an oasis passed.

I see nothing but the sand dunes.
I hear nothing but swooshing winds.
I find none but my own dark shadow.

Paint Womanhood – Senryu

Woman to Artist:

paint me either way
gray shades or vibrant colours
I dare not question

Artist to Woman:

days so glittering
womanhood celebrated
nights luminescent

elegance remains
with plain shades or complex strokes
born free to live free

you are gold that glitters
your lit face or diamond heart
I dare not question

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This is in response to the ‘What Do You See Prompt’ by Sadje (any original writing inspired by the given picture – set as featured image). 

Spunky who’s not spunky

A monkey ‘Spunky’ lost some key to a bunny ‘Bunkey’. Spunky, who’s a flunkey to a hunky junkie, clung to the monkeypod fearing the slinky walk of that clunky lad, abandoning the key in his name ‘spunky’.

Picture for the prompt

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Glossary:

➟ clunky – old-fashioned.