Don’t stay buried in the raw ground,
there you’ll find despair and darkness profound.
Break free the shackles, fly out of bound
your mighty spirit is destined to astound.
O brave warrior, relinquish all fright
conquer the horizons, ascend magnificent heights.
Be the panacea to incurable blights.
At the end of your timeless flight,
you’ll find the immortal light.
Profound– The Daily Post prompt
The sky mooning over the earth
so close,yet so far. Eeyorish and sombre.
Pining for an unattainable love
since the inception of time.
Every monsoon its eyes get misty
by blue water drips.
Eyelids droop down heavy
with colonies of amorphous clouds.
Tears rain down, thundering gasps
downpour of suppressed mourns.
The ponds ripple, rivulets spill
trees dance in viridescent gala.
Birds cackle, minstrels’ exhilarating rhapsodies
environ the doleful aura.
In the funeral of the sky’s dead longings
earthlings revel in pluviophilia.
Where goes the compassion, the kindness multifold?
It’s perhaps the chilly gale which
renders them unsympathetic and cold.
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Clock – The Daily Post prompt
The boisterous soul rattled its
crumbled house.
It was the time for a respite.
The feeble body
let a despondent sigh.
It had to set the eternal bird
free for a new flight.
Eyes rolled wild, the moment
had come to break
a life-long alliance.
The breathings froze,
clock stopped ticking.
And all that remained
was silence.
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.
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.
Unpredictable -The Daily Post prompt
He woke up with a smile on his face as the morning buzz filled the air. The day for which he had been waiting for months was here.
The idea of seeing her for the first time was overwhelming. There was a leap in his steps and ebullience in his gestures.If this tête-à-tête goes well, soon she’ll become a part of their family.
After getting ready, he kick-started his bike. The time of anticipation and spells of virtual rendezvous would soon reach their culmination.
He stood dumbfounded as he got her first glimpse; she was unpredictably gorgeous. He forgot blinking for a moment.
In front of his eyes was the new BMW X1, the car of his dreams.
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 