Punishment – The daily prompt
I didn’t fall in love with you
I slipped into it with my eyes closed.
You were like the ocean tide
and I was strolling on the beach side.
You swept me off my feet,
giving me butterflies in my stomach.
Then you ebbed slowly,
pushing me into sordid waves of melancholy.
I should have known you better.
Now it all feels like a punishment,
For a poorly made judgement.
Slowly – The Daily Post prompt
I open my eyes and I see
a city draped in greys.
A sea of conflicts, growing resentments,
luring promises. And slowly engulfing
clouds of rebellions. Shadows
lurking behind shimmering fairy lights.
Next, the dusty pavements
turn blood red. Towering edifices
demolished by storms of terror and outcries,
testaments of forlorn pride.
I pray for peace, for a song
of mellifluous harmony,
for a eudaimonic dawn.
I wander around, looking for
yet another renaissance.
Depth– The Daily Post Prompt
The north wind blew
I condensed,
Then descended a mile.
Perched on a flame tree leaf
For a little while.
The rendezvous was short, I
Slipped further down to the surface
Approaching the end of my being.
Before getting assimilated
Into the earth’s depth,
Only one memory flashed instead of my life whole.
The red flower had called me
Elixir to its soul.
Feast -The Daily Post prompt
The vestiges of lost love
Echoed perennially in the back of her head.
Few unspoken words which lingered on her lips,
Scenes which her eyes had devoured and
Tears couldn’t dissolve.
His perfume lurking around in the air,
The warmth of his touch, which still burnt her skin-deep.
She hollowed out her mind of his thoughts, but
The senses were feasting upon the last remnants.
Conflicts got romanticized when heart betrayed the mind thus.
Serene in the verdant meadow
On a resplendent night,
Amidst the rustle of frail trees swaying
And silence’s stealthy sighs.
Showers of comets shooting ablaze
And stars sparkling like jewels bright,
I gaze into the glittery constellations
Of your mystique dark eyes.
Until ephemeral meets eternal
And mundane becomes a magical sight,
Hold my hand, my love
Until the morning hues arise.
(For if you let go, I might die.)
Muse – The Daily Post prompt
When the tune of life gets jejune
And monotony is too deep,
Then maybe
Laugh a little too hard,
Rave a little too much.
When particularly pensive
And dejected on the inside
Then maybe
Hum a little too loud,
Muse a little too long.
When the city rush is stressing you,
What to do to push away the blues?
Maybe
Drive a little too far,
Celebrate a little too big.
For
The little things in life
do cause all the difference.
His object of affections, the lady with a moonlit grace,
with an aura of mystique delight.
The other had phantom of clouds in her eyes, moist with love
and candor much bright.
Falling to shenanigans was an enormous vice
He made promises to both, could never make a choice.
Springs flew, summers passed, winters unfurled day by day.
A capital conundrum he was trapped in, could not find a way.
Hiding peals of laughter behind a surreptitious grin,
Nature smirked at the splendour of his sin.
Midnight Soprano 