The ebony sky paints a dark story
desolate heart gazes at the duvet of inky velvet
blowing tendrils of smoky melancholy.
Lo behold, a speckled orb, bathed in luminance
emerges behind the onyx clouds
devours the monstrous darkness.
Its bewitching glow spells pearly magic
pervades the expansive nihility
infusing the soul with esoteric effulgence.
Lens Artist photo challenge #120, hosted by Tina : What is a treat for you.
Life is such a roller coaster ride. The ups and downs give us highs and pull us down at times. In between there are plenty of tiny moments or treats that delight us. A series of such memorable moments make life beautiful 🙂
In response to Linda’s Socs prompt:
Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with ‘m’.” Use any word that begins with the letter “m” as the subject or theme for your post.
I have tried to write a poem with all words with m!
Misty mountainside
majestic magnificence mesmerises
mistral mellifluous melody
mellow moon magic
mystic moorings
memorable meaningful moments
meditative mind
metamorphosis!
3 haiku highlighting the colors of nature for Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, prompt: Color
1. The cool zephyr sings
beguiles dandelion wisps
azure euphony
2. Seasonal rambles
autumnal leaves gently swirl
vibrant potpourri
3. Lavender hues splash
eventide brings star’s farewell
benign radiance
To govern the largest democracy, educational qualifications don’t matter. Our politicians and grey matter are fine examples of mutually exclusive.
The life’s mirror reflects
a face matured with the grace
glowing to the mellow radiance of sunset.
Chapped lips smile, braving the many
harsh winters of life with courage.
Each wrinkle unfolds a story of grit and valor,
walking on the arduous thorny cobbled trails.
Today,
The eyes reflect benign complacency
watching the seeds then sown
sprout into lush verdants.
Towering boughs spread out
as deep roots embedded with values hold them strong.
The road I chose
didn’t bestow me much material prosperity,
but,
my soul amassed a wealth beyond measure
my sanguine heart brims with contentment,
I lived each moment, as a celebration of life!
The scientific intellect looks at precision
creative mind perceives art
amalgam of concrete and abstract
conceptualises a strong foundation
of parallels and perpendiculars.
Angles and planes work in tandem
with radius, degrees and arches.
Measured definitude of intersecting lines
formulate symmetric congruence.
Scalar dimensions constructed
permutations and combinations decoded
functionality and aesthetics merge
to conceive and design
an architectural marvel!
Though the pandemic is ready to celebrate its first birthday in a couple of months, it is still the topic of conversation. Life turned topsy-turvy since its arrival. The virus, its spread, prevention and recovery analysis, social distancing, the side effects of too much digital time, mental health, immunity boosters, lock down blues, unlock phase have all dominated discussions across the globe.
A question popped up recently during one such talk we were having at home.
Thanks to the giant strides in technological progress and the global link, everything or everyone today can be virtually connected to. Online business, work from home, virtual classrooms, zoom meetings are all trending today. Though not in physical form, things are happening across the digital platforms sans the actual joy of meeting and bonding. Life is moving on, slowly limping back on track.
Coming back to the question, what if the pandemic was born earlier, in the pre digital era, say in the 1970’s or 80’s? How would people cope with work and school? What about buying their groceries and milk? And the numerous other things which we today do online with ease.
How would man have dealt with such a situation back then?
What are your thoughts on this? Do share!!
Each grain of sand
gently cascades down
at its own pace,
as minutes to hours to years pass.
Since eons, till eternity
in the infinite realms of universe,
for reasons known or unknown
life happens,
without a rhyme or rhythm.
Between
the many sunrise and sunsets
the dark and light
the regrets and letting go
the improvidence and foresight
the scars and smiles
the heartbreak and love
a transformation or regression
a rise or fall,
the boundless space is consumed by
clash of emotional encumbrance,
till realisation dawns
that between yesterday and tomorrow
the only time to be alive is today,
to make a choice
to be in the “Now”,
to free the soul,
before the last grain in the
hourglass of life
drops down
to be lost in the vast dimensions
of the sands of time.
“The most important thing in communication is to hear what isn’t being said”. Peter Drucker.
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