
Ic: Senjuti Kundu @unsplash
Eyes behold prismatic dreams
giggling through innocent childhood laughter
unadulterated!
Until, the sentinels of society
clip the creative artistry
tainting her beautiful life’s canvas
with strokes of insipid hues.
Ic: Senjuti Kundu @unsplash
Eyes behold prismatic dreams
giggling through innocent childhood laughter
unadulterated!
Until, the sentinels of society
clip the creative artistry
tainting her beautiful life’s canvas
with strokes of insipid hues.
A to Z Challenge – Nature and I
Nature has always been a favorite muse of artists, writers and story tellers. There is something magical about the natural world that kindles the imagination and evokes evocative emotions in people. I am no different.
My head is filled with words all askew, as I struggle to put them on paper. The insipid letters weave a dull composition devoid of a soul. In search of inspiration, the open invitation of nature beckons me. I amble out on a leisurely walk, to infuse my pen with the scents and colors of nature, to paint a poetry of verses.
(I have attempted an acrostic haiku for POETRY)
Portrait of night inks
a luminescent mural
raven carousal
Orchestrating awe
a prismatic pageantry
vibrant potpourri
Enraged tempest brews
sculpts torrential emotions
stormy graffiti
Twilight tidings blend
a palette of colors splash
heavenly canvas
Reflective silence
a panoramic snowfall
white calligraphy
Yellow sunshine smiles
animated landscape spurs
inspired quill blossoms.
You can read my earlier posts of the challenge here.
I sit by the window with a cup of coffee
watching my thoughts meander.
In gay abandon, they drift like the wispy dandelions,
scattering fragments across the cascading beams of the morning rays,
across the wooded trail,
ruffling the russet autumn leaves into a gaily prance,
kissing the honeyed petals bright,
splashing around in the cool gurgling brook.
Infused with the scents of nature,
I collect my thoughts with tender love.
The white paper waits in anticipation
for the words from my quill
to paint a poetic portrait of verses.
dVerse open night link hosted by Linda.
Swirls in turbulence
rhythm in cacophony
pattern in randomness
melody in disharmony
inspiration in conflict
perfection in divergence
art in a mess
connect in asunder
novelty in mundane,
If you pause and observe
there is beauty in chaos too!
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see prompt #47
Tears of happiness welled up in Gina’s eyes, as she watched her son being helped onto the stage to receive a prize for his painting. Today his paintings were much sought after, the world over, bringing him fame and money.
Walking back 20 years in time, she recalled the day, her world had shattered when her young son was diagnosed with autism. It took her some time to come out of the shock. But she did not let fate define her son’s life.
She introduced him to the world of colors. Today, looking at his old sketch book she was glad with her decision.
In response to iScriblr.com’s Freedom of Expression Challenge #21, for the prompt word “RAIN”
The arid tanned landscape
paints a picture so gloomy,
the languid eyes look up in earnest
at the clear blue skies
waiting to be enveloped by
the dark grey clouds
to shower pearly white drops
washing the dusty brown land anew.
The fresh scent of petrichor
the drops bring in,
paints the earth in hues of green
the aqua waters of the sea swell up,
the crimson petals of flowers
lie scattered on the pavement, satiated
every living soul comes alive
O Rain,
the flora and fauna
rejoices as you shower
your silver elixir!
In response to Sonya’s 3 line tale # 153
Gifted with an artistic hand, he could replicate any masterpiece with ease.
The difference was impossible to detect.
He earned millions through this, until one day…..
In response to Sonya’s 3 line tale, week # 130
Mini loved her world of colours and could infuse life into any canvas with her brushes, much to the chagrin of her father, who wanted her to pursue sciences like him.
After a heated altercation with him in the morning, she came back from school, aghast to find all her paintings trampled and colors scattered all across the floor.
From then on, her life was just an insipid blank canvas, devoid of any colors or emotions.