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
Category: Poetry and Prose
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
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
I Did I Do I Will
Did I give it all to all I loved?
I did!
That was the only way I knew how to love.
Do I believe love conquers all?
I do!
That is the only faith I hold fast.
Will I see the triumph of love ?
I will!
This is the only solemn pledge I will make to you.
One Breath Too Far
Your smile is only as far as one second from my mind
Your face only goes away from my eyes between blinks
Your warmth breathes on me like the sun
And when it sets at dusk
Your eyes sprinkle stardust to light up my soul
But my love
We are still one breath too far
From each other
Priority
She reached out her hand in the crowd
He took hold of it and won her heart
She was scared of the honeymoon syndrome
One day he would stop holding her hand
Especially on days that she was drowning
He would be too busy to lift her up
To her surprise
He was always there next to her
His fingers interwove hers
Till his hands were wrinkled and cold
When he took his last breath
She had remained his priority
Since the day he saw her in the crowd
Overambitious Love
A collaboration with Benjamin Grossman https://benjamin-grossman.com
Her emerald beauty circled his upright being
She stretched her sublime allure to capture the snow
He felt the weight in totality
It exceeded what he could possibly endure
Most days there was a smokey haze between them
And this fog formed uneven walls
With tiny openings just wide enough
To let toxic fumes leak through
In desperation,
she let out her slow poison
He turned himself inside out to survive
But was never the same man as before
Nor she the same woman
They had interwoven
like a tree wrapped in vines
They wanted to thrive under any conditions
That’s what all lovers long to do
Tragically they couldn’t harness the moonlight
Nor grow within the embers of dying flames
Flicker of Thoughts 