Empty Nest

When you receive a prompt as lovely as – If I were a house – the words are limitless! Prompt #FromOneLine challenges writers to build a story or poem by providing a starting phrase.

When you receive a prompt as lovely as – If I were a house – the words are limitless!

If I were a house
I would be filled with the warmth
Of a lovingly baked ginger cake
Mingling gleefully with the waft
Of freshly brewed enticing coffee
Slightly crumpled, sun-dried sheets
Drapes, clothes with comforting smells
Yarn, books, crafts for the mind to rest
Within the walls, a home, so blessed
Footsteps, laughter, a quick scuffle
At sundown, closed doors, windows
Will capture moments, reveries
To reflect from bare walls
When the nest is empty

Venom

Fire and flow of buried emotions
I had commanded to lie still
Gulping down anger
Silencing the rage
I waited time to heal;
They gurgle wildly
In gorges of the heart
Streaming in deadly cascade
Burning lava from hell
Surging from the gallows
All the venom I had held!

Book Release: Standstill

Humbled & privileged to have a poem in this collection. I got published nearly after a decade. I had taken a gap from pursuing any publishing opportunities but when I restarted this year, it’s a happy journey!
Book Release: Standstill https://t.co/9M7oP6VLZI via @writefluence

Woman

She wears her scars
Like gleaming tattooes
Tangled hues of red
Painted on her skin
Bruises that never bled
Lonely silver trinkets
Mimic sheeny sparkles
Of pensive eyes, as they
Cling to starry destinies,
Fate written in the winds,
Hope acquired over eons
Of pain that will dissolve
With the first splash of rain
When the seasons change

When Oceans Love

All-day, the Ocean wore
A mask of insolence
Buried screams in seashells
Slumbered in indolence
Until an argent Moon
Blooms on the horizon
Garnet waves leap in joy
Lit up with a fiery passion
Wild throes of love
In high tides rise;
Last night was a frenzy
Of agony and despair
Today, it rides again
On thrashing foam
Across the burning sand
In brazen hopes to
Unite with the beloved
Still apart, after eons.

Storytellers

I befriended them –
Yesterday’s ghosts
I roamed around with
Ghouls of the past
I faced them and asked
Stories, trials, anecdotes
Until I conquered my fears
For venom cures venom
They don’t petrify me
That threatened me once
For we all are now storytellers

Just Revealed

It was the day I forgot my phone
The world revealed itself to me
In myriad hues and varied designs
Sunrays in the branches swayed
Where the beetle and butterfly played
A tiny sprout in a forgotten pot
A loved trinket in a lost spot
A book teased with a cover bright
Flavors, colors burst forth in delight
Silent, my mind and heart rested
Senses opened, Chakras aligned
I just stood still and broadly smiled

September Rain

Rain

In the wild skies
Clouds play
An orchestra of thunder
Under the arc lights
Winds clap
Its show time, folks
As azure turns to rain

Metamorphosis

I underwent
A metamorphosis
Shedding my skin
Forgoing myself
Now a shadow
Of what was once
So you could love
A mannequin
Of your dreams!

Mistakes

Undone mistakes,
Who ever heard
Such a misnomer!
There’s no turning back
From follies made
Flaws embraced
No entry erased
From the script of life
No joy in living so tame;
Heroism runs wild
Courting danger
Almost always in trouble
A spark, a glitter
In eyes that discover
The glamor in being
Incorrigibly mischevious!

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