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





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
In response to the daily prompt : Broken
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!! 😦
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
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!