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Prompt 45 – Midweek Wordle #7

                                  



                                                   

starving bones

girls dream

of pageant crown

                                                   Written for :  A Prompt Each Day

                                                     



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rocky road .

                                           



Rocky road ahead............. that is what he perceived as his legs moved 
fast and the furious breeze sped past him encouraging him to rival it. 

The pair of blue eyes were glued to the brown uneven path as he vehemently
raced ahead.

The tall trees, the verdant landscape  and azure lake-water did not for
a moment distract the nature-lover in him. Beads of perspiration trickled 
down rapidly and irritated his skin but these were minor deterrents. 

The bumpy terrain was not an impediment considering the gigantic peaks
he had conquered.

                                

The thought of the steel body of his vehicle had been a succour when he 
was navigating on a different road ; a road to recovery.

His confidence and adventurous spirit had hit a nadir when he was confined
to bed in supine position after the accident. 

The convalescing period was three months but Ronnie defied the doctors
and was on  prosthetic feet in sixty days pedalling away his disability and 
looking forward to the journey of life. 

                   The long winding rocky road had to be conquered.



                          Written for : A Prompt Each Day

                                            

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precious moments

                                       

I  gathered the swirl of my chiffon skirt and hitched it a bit higher. With

the parasol as my saviour, I tried my callisthenics skills at landing safely

in small stretches of hard solid land between puddles of all geographical

sizes.

                           It is a herculean task,  I concluded.

As a child I welcomed the blessings from the skies with open hands,

literally. Jumping into the largest and deepest puddle was a joy untold. 

The thought of the school books being bathed in water drops never 

crossed my mind until a ferocious glare from my mother's eyes  put an 

end to my merry-making.


                          Those were the days of care-free life. 

Today the charcoal black clouds grimaced and unanimously connived to vent

their emotions and loosened themselves to send their ire on Mother Earth.

Mumbai is an island city and the showers reminded us, marooning the citizens.

Wish I had the magic wand or Aladdin's lamp to put an end to this showery 

tyranny.

Lo and behold the black urchins were sent packing and a clear blue 

blanket spread before  me. I peeped from the edge of my parasol to witness

the dramatics in the sky. The Sun being in a parsimonious mood sprinkled his 

rays and a seven spectrum wonder unfolded before me. Discarding their 

rainy gear, all heads turned their gaze towards the melange of colours in

the sky. 


                                   


The artist had splashed his palette of colours on the vast canvas and 

the earthy connoisseurs lapped it up. A curve spread on my face and 

I could feel the positive vibes spreading warmth over my being.

Dark days and potholes road ridden

O rainbow! where were you hidden? 

with your myriad hues soft

why don't you show up oft?

Not days, I live in moments few

life-time of memories, I brew

Tango with the sunshine

and all will be fine.

I inhaled the fragrance of the rainbow and with gusto jumped into the puddle.

                                                Childhood revisited.

 
               Written for : A prompt Each Day

                                 

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today, a gift

                               


The future is unknown, uncertain

The past is gone away, behind

Not to turn back and see

But today is present, a gift

To be enjoyed, cherished, felt.

Live life in the present.

Written for : A Prompt Each Day

The Thief

This week’s word: THIEF

 Gloved hands deftly drilled hard into the keyhole noiselessly , with

 abated breath.

click... clang..... a turn ......and the vault door was thrown open.

Smoke arose in soft rings , faded the masked thief's vision and the

 suffocating vapours forced the masked cheetah to reveal the real identity. 

Long tresses unveiled and delicate feminine facial features were captured 

on CCTV.

Gosh!............it was a bait and she had fallen into a trap.

Written for : Lillie McFerrin - Five Sentence Fiction and A Prompt Each Day.


           





I have used the three words faded , hard  and turn .

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turn a new Leaf

                        

axe wielding hands

turned a new leaf

a sapling planted

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Darkness

                    

As his mother read his favourite bed-time story,

sleep kissed Johnny’s eyelashes.

The darkness of the night embraced 

the blanket of darkness of his eyes.

Tomorrow would be another day for her but……………

                          Written for :   A Prompt Each Day

heal the world

                            


international yoga day
heal mind, body
spiritually.


green canopy
lungs of the Earth
heal environment


prayer recited
balm on soul, troubled
heal the world


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Trust

                                          

Circumambulating the holy fire

I ceased to be me

Our souls  became one

My trust I reposed in you

Imprisoned on the tiny island

O! Rama , thou built a bridge of faith

Rescued  my loneliness 

My trust trumpted to victory

Alas! My joys shortlived

A washerman stained my shadow

Your Kingdom cast a doubt

your  wedding wows unfulfilled

Holy flames untouched me

My trust in you charred

reduced to ashes my soul

Did Sita question your chastity?

with indignity , I refuse to live

Mother Earth, open up your bosom

Deep down your crust,  I trust 

To be buried peacefully.

Written for  :  A Prompt Each Day 

Kitchen capers.

The light green Chinese paper lanterns and picture frames were hand-picked 

from Crawford Market. The crockery cupboard designed by her was made 

from the finest teak. The wooden windows allowed the morning sunlight

to seep in spreading warmth. A pen and paper lay to scribble notes. 

Each piece of cutlery was in place. Her kitchen was her domain, her pride. 

The family sat at the table for lunch. She stood and watched the 

metamorphosis of her kids into adults as she had tears in her eyes.

They could only feel her lingering presence. Annie was the soul of this 

place.

Thanks Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the lovely picture prompt.


Also linking to A Prompt Each Day

                                                   

late for school

                                                   
     

school bell rings

wrought iron gates shut

headmaster stares 

headmaster stares

student late

points to blackboard

points to blackboard 

thought of the day

better late than never.

                                              writtten for   :  A Prompt Each Day 

Wilted.

fresh flowers 
wilted dreams
buried hopes

                          buried hopes
                        coffin of failures
                        dead-ly silence.

Written for :   A Prompt Each Day

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a bite

                                              


The voice sounded strange yet she couldn't ignore it. She blinked and tried to 

turn away but the sound seemed to mesmerise her and percolate into every

pore of hers. The strong magnetism of the unknown had taken its toll on her 

innocence and she was forced to lend her ears to it much against her conscience.

The stranger coiled and hissed with wicked intentions and implored her to take 

the fatal bite.   

She succumbed to the evil charms and the bite sealed her fate. The Eden of 

abundance banished her and marooned her into the whirlpool of struggle and

uncertainty. 


Alas! The stranger still lurks in the dark raising  the ugly hood and baring the 

poisonous fangs waiting for its prey.
                                       

                                                   Written for : A Prompt Each Day

Thank you Sfurti Juztamom for the word prompt Stranger.

Reflection

behind veil of clouds

I shyly look down

blush, my reflection.

Written for  :  A Prompt Each Day

Image Source: Moonlit Landscape with Bridge by Aert van der Neer (via Wikimedia Commons)