Watching the seasons pass by,
across the varying landscapes
the contrasting attire adorned by nature
the dazzling lights emanating from the high-rise
I sit by the window
gazing at the world outside
and reflecting on the soul within!
Month: September 2017
Celebrations – Spirit & joy
Happy anniversary Colleen. Wishing you many more. It’s always a pleasure writing for your prompts!
Tanka:
Congratulations
time to celebrate a year
the festive spirit
haiku, tanka or haibun
poetry that brings us joy!
Haiku:
Resilient spirit
tough challenges accomplished
the heart swells with joy!
In response to Colleen’s poetry challenge #52 (Anniversary special) – Spirit & Joy
Sleepless Night!
Retiring to bed after a long and tiring day, I hoped to fall asleep within no time. Generally I have no problem falling asleep. But last night it appeared the sleep was upset with me for some reason and totally abandoned me without a feeling of guilt or remorse. How could it be so merciless? I have always been so respectful towards it, following a more or less diligent sleep routine. I failed to understand the reason for its ire with me!
I lay on my bed, eyes shut trying to invite the elusive sleep. I tried to divert my mind to some soothing and calming memory so that I would drift off into the dream world with ease. All my efforts of counting the sheep, reciting some chants or any other such effort was in vain! Suddenly the night appeared to be so long. I became aware of each small sound in my surrounding. The ticking of the clock, the faint sound of the movement of the fan, the dog howling somewhere, the trucks on the highway honking, the buzzing of the mosquito. I felt this was probably the first time that I had actually paid attention to these mundane sounds which probably were present every night.
My constant tossing and turning had no impact what so ever on husband dear as he seemed to be blissful in his reveries. That left me even more annoyed and irritated. I went out to watch T.V for some time but found nothing interesting. Didn’t fancy reading a book too! So went back to bed. The saga of tossing around continued. Checking the time I realised that it was only 10 minutes since I last checked the time. Isn’t it funny, when you are happily snoozing you feel the time passes by so quickly? But when awake in the middle of the night, each moment seems like eternity. Holding on to my thoughts , I finally drifted off to sleep, catching up with a few winks at around 3 in the morning only to be woken up by the blaring alarm at 5:30 AM.
Have you ever spent a night when sleep disowned you?
The Decision
He was at the crossroad. Should he heed to his heart’s call or listen to his mind’s voice. A tough decision to make. Taking a deep breath, he made his decision.
Letter count : 138
In response to Kat’s twittering tale # 50
WPC – Layered
All of us have learnt about the caterpillar that morphs into a beautiful butterfly. It happens at its own pace and trying to hasten the process can be disastrous. Similarly life presents itself to us in multiple layers. Its prudent not to force open them but enjoy each layer as it unfolds itself.
Poetry
In response to Secretkeeper.net’s weekly writing prompt # 107, to use in a poem or flash fiction the 5 words below.
| VERSE | RULE | FIGHT | RIVER | REST |
Here is my attempt:
The thoughts are not at rest
words fight with each other
against an emotional anguish
waging within the warring mind.
The vehement altercation goes on
refusing to follow any rules
lost in the mayhem
of strife and turmoil.
The fervid mind seeks to untangle
the impetuous mess within
picks up the pen to scribble
some magic on paper.
Verses flow gracefully
like the gentle river
calming down the torrents
poetry is truly therapeutic!
Haibun – Voice & Watch
Cleaning the cupboard this morning, I glance upon some old albums. Since the onset of digital cameras, the old pictures simply have been lying inside for a long time. Glad to have some leisure time at hand, I decide to walk down the memory lane with the many photo albums. Wiping off the fine layer of dust settled on them, I sit back to enjoy the journey ,which house a treasure trove of memories.
Flipping the pages of the album
I watch beautiful memories unfold
the sounds of joy come alive
I am lost in nostalgia
of perfect moments captured
for eternity!
In response to Colleen’s poetry challenge # 50, Voice & Watch
Daily prompt – Thorny
The thorny stem
doesn’t deter the rose
from radiating its beauty.
The petals woven so delicately
in a myriad hues, so appealing
diffusing its fragrance, so divine
swaying in the breeze, so gently.
It imparts a lesson for all
to cling on to our
hopes and dreams
steadfast and determined,
in spite of the thorns in life
to blossom with grace ,
to an embodiment of perfection!
The Storm
The army of tar grey clouds
were merciless, conquering
the perfect blue expanse.
Heralding their arrival
with tiny pearls of missiles,
they garnered more power
pouring down in a barrage.
Howling winds unleashed their ire
followed by the thunderous roar.
The flash of the lightning
lit up the concrete dark sky.
The wrath of the torrential deluge
continued its march unabated for hours
inundating all under its blanket,
the night settled into an eerie calm.
The burst of the chirps that erupted from dripping trees,
butterflies meandering across swaying flowers
invited the sun to smile and usher daybreak.
Premonition!
As I entered the corridor on the first day of my new job, a chill ran through my spine. I had foreseen a murder here, in my dream last night!
Letter count : 141
In response to Kat’s 140 letter twittering tale # 49
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