Photography – Seen Better Days!

Lens Artist photo challenge # 168

This week’s host Tina invites you in exploring places and things that have seen better days!

Vagaries of time

tale of withering beauty

skeletal whispers

Back then, I am sure this typewriter typed at lightning speed, bringing out emotions on paper!

What a beauty she must have been in her hey days!

The green elixir today dies a slow death at the hands of man!

Ah, it must have dressed many a beautiful ladies back in time!

The primeval soul of the ruins, today holds many a secret within them!

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The broken arm!

In response to the daily prompt : Broken

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That sunny noon

I heard myself croon

Cycling along the path

after a long bath

Friends and I fret

arguing over a bet

Agreeing to treat

the one who beats

To some ice cream

by the stream

Thus began the race

I tried to keep pace

The road had a bend

as I began to descend

Not wanting to lose out

I furiously pedalled about

Crash! bang! echoed the sound

as I landed on the mound!

Bruised legs, a broken arm

sending all into an alarm

All for some ice cream

by the stream!! 😦

Shattered Dreams!

In response to

Daily prompt : Constant

and

secretkeeper’s weekly writing challenge #129, to use the 5 prompt words in a poem or fiction.

Ease|Storm|Mute|Calm|Rough

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My dreams roughly jerked away

drifting into oblivion,

for I have to fulfil my parent’s legacy

“A family of doctors are we

and that’s what you are to be.”

my fate decided and sealed!

Sadly,

science is beyond my comprehension

while,

the world of words fascinates me

I paint my characters with ease

who come alive, as I dress them

with magical verses,

A writer is who, I aspire to be

but,

my  scarlet tears, anguished screams and earnest pleas

all fall mute to their distant ears.

 

My calm persona is just a facade

to hide my shattered soul

mocked and scoffed at,

helpless and hollow within,

I chalk out a plan to escape

the constant storm of tirades.

 

I sign a pact in the dark

with the god of death

I am sure he will welcome me,

with open arms into a world of my dreams

where only the paper and pen

will be my “soul” companion!