The Living Poetry – September Visual Prompt
The water-carriers with colourful urns
poised so prettily on their heads
Their figures are upright and elegant
swaying in their bright cheery saris
They are the life force of the barren land
Month: Sep 2020
My Happy Place
I used to take long drives to see the ocean
and let the waves saturate me with calmness
I used to hike to the top of the lookout
and let the sunrise bathe me in hope
I used to cuddle a soft pillow to sleep
and let the dreams tell me the future
Then,
I fell into your arms
where all my desires were sated
where my heart was nestled in
my happy place
Shelter
She loves working in the shelter
where she welcomes injured creatures in
and nurses them back to health
She hates sending them back to the wild
or having to give them up for adoption
But she must let them go
and go home to her love ones
whom she receives care and be rejuvenated
to care for the wounded lives
when the sun rises again
Fail Love Recipe
The Six Sentence Story – Twist
1 year of sweet sugar romance
1 day at a time dilution of love
1 bit of sour taste of lemon
1 lot of sweeten venom
2 to 3 years of cold hostility
1 final twist of bitter bile
Writer’s note: The real Lemonade recipe is as below
- 1 cup white, granulated sugar
- 1 cup water
- 1 cup lemon juice
- 2 to 3 cups cold water
- 1 twist of fresh lemon
#cassaquote – 30
Autumn Farm
I drew this a few months ago at the beginning of pandemic lockdown. I couldn’t visit the farm to see the Autumn colours. I drew this as a consolation prize for myself.
The Missing Rib
My legs grew strong from life’s ebbs and flows
My mind became resilient to the world’s tossing waves
But my breathing had always been labourious
There had always been that void making my heart ache
Untill God sprinkled you on my daydreams
Your presence completed me at last
I am whole because of you, my missing rib
