ups and downs

                                           

                                          

                                                                          Cover art from Unknown Pleasures by Joy Division (1979)


Straight lines, I drew,
mountains you brew,
peaks you considered.
distances apart , I Interpreted.

I tried to stretch the barrier,
But you got angrier.
You held on to your creation,
while I fumbled with caution.

I languished,
waiting for a slice of you.
I dusted myself, drew the border
of sanity and retreated.


                                          written for : imaginary garden with real toads.

                                                     

a Car named desire.

                                                      PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

I had looked at it from far,

Gleaming, sturdy, excellence par,

On threshold of adolescence,

I stood, with ambitions and innocence,

Desire I had named that car,

Often I had watched it from far.

Seasons waxed and waned,

My flames of Desire brightly burned,

Some satiated, some un-satisfied,

A few achieved, a few pacified.

With salt n pepper beard,

No competition feared,

Cruising in the lane of content,

Inhaling the cool scent,

The Desire is left behind.

Hobbling with a walking stick,

An ascetic, I turn away, quick.

                                   Written for  : Friday Fictioneers


                    

cell prisoner

          YeahWrite’s Weekly Writing Challenge #388

Jealousy is your middle name,

Excuses are just so very lame.

You caress me lovingly all day,

Poor me!!! Do I have any say?

You sleep with me the whole night,

allow me to be out of your sight.

                               
Your fingerprints on my body,

caged in a plastic cover, gaudy.

You poke me with your nails, painted,

I shed tears, many, unseen, pained.

You swipe on my body swiftly

I scream out but silently.

I am your faithful genie,

trapped in Aladdin’s lamp, by destiny.

In Gucci or Louis Vuitton I repose,

or stuffed in Wrangler , I doze.

I connect to your loved ones in a jiffy,

My speed and precision, no iffy.

I am your personal assistant,

Files, drafts,lists stored in an instant.

A silo of information,

Google and a see every nation.

Yet I am branded a villain,

A threat to relationships, billion.

You are a prisoner of your 'cell' phone,
O Human ! for some time, leave me alone.

O Man ! Allow me to 'live' in peace,

don't breathe down my neck, please.

                                 








    

(courtesy Google Image)

Alone in the crowd.

My soles hit the hard road
a path of thought
travels to my grey cells
to reside in crevice.

A speck among the
millions, breathing.
Have I caged myself
in the invisible prison?

Ten fingers point accusingly
follow to set standards.
I jettison the cargo of norms
to emancipate myself.

Green eyes glare
spewing lave on me.
The volcano in me trapped
erupts, cooling my senses.

Tentacles of hatred
enclose me, suffocating.
I break free, seek refuge
on isle of loneliness.

Should I be a microcosm
of human society, melting away?
Or languish in the walled city
with a flag of my own identity?

                                                   

Abundance

            Weekend Writing Prompt #19 – Abundance

Poetry Challenge – Write a non-rhyming poem, in 15 lines or less, that includes the words:

• abundance
• prosperity
• plenty

She sowed a seed, 
on the fertile farm of motherhood.
She reaped an abundance of bounty,
the prosperity made her content.
her child's smiles, plenty,
the cup runneth over.

With wrinkled hands she waves, 
from the blue clouds.
A cocoon she have woven,
around him, protecting him,
from all lurking dangers.

Untie him from your apron strings,
wisely cajoles the angel.
Let him take risks, lead his life,
It is his life, after-all.

           Weekend Writing Prompt# 19 - Abundance. Thanks Sammi Cox

constant change

          Thursday photo prompt – Fading #writephoto

                             


Calm waters of azure ocean
tsunami with violent emotion.

every lash of the salty water
hard rocks erode with lather.

Dawn slowly embraces the gloaming
migrant wings return to nest, roaming.

branches shed green coat, hook
to don a bare naked look.

fluffy clouds change shape
from lion to ape , just gape.

your tenderness fills my heart
aches for the time apart.

fleeting glance of your sunshine
disappear, bleak days mine.

there is change of seasons
for whatever reasons.

ebb the tide of longing
expose the gap yawning.

'eternal' loves fades
to stain the weakest shades.

thawing of passion 
intimacy goes into hibernation.

Change is constant
at pace slow,never instant.


           Written for : Thursday Photo Prompt-Fading. Thanks Sue Vincent


                                          

Faith unblemished.

         Thursday photo prompt – Cracked #writephoto

seeds of expectation sowed.

from the clouds nothingless flowed

into the barren field of farmer's mind.

sun set on horizon behind.

Natures oft amazes,

heavenly eyes gazes.

Green shrubs thrust out

from parched chasms, hope sprout.

egg-shell , dried foliage into manure,

from dust to dust for sure. 


              


recalcitrant clouds black bless,

ground adorns green dress.

Gratitude germinate,

earthlings cultivate,

harvest and prosperity, 

spreads fragrance of  humanity.

fires of hunger extinguished.

faith unblemished.



                    Written for :  Thursday Photo Prompt-Cracked # writephoto



                                                 




                 Also linking to  : Poets-United-Midweek-Motif-nature.

hues of India

Weekend Writing Prompt #16 – Colours

A word and photo prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  Use the prompts separately or together.  It’s up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes (it’s not a competition) but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Word Prompt : Colours

delicate feet strut gingerly,
compressed smiles inwardly.                                                       
myriad melange of blue, green,
unveils plumage and preen
wooing its insouciant mate
beckoning for amorous date.

Expectant brown heels raised
stare at blue horizon dazed.
Clouds black gather
overcrowding like lather,
shyly gazing down,laden with passion
awaiting the feathered union.

thunder's decibel of explosion ,
firmament releases  emotion
to satisfy the earthly need
red mud satiate from the feed.
parched chasms extends its arms
frothy rivulets embrace every farms.

Green sprouts spread their gown
hermits in orange, wisdom renown
peaceful doves in white
Tri-colour fluttering high and bright
Colours of India, Vibrant
celebrating festivals and life, jubilant.


(Google pics)


             

             Written for Weekend Writing Prompt # 16- Colours. Thanks Sammi Cox.

Read my prose https://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/08/holi-festival-of-colours.html


Note : India celebrated its Independence Day on 15th August. Peacock is India's national                    bird.

Blessings

               Weekly Writing Prompt #102

                       

                            
                                     (5) Words: | DRAGON | PROVIDE | HEART | FIELD | HAND |

                    Please feel free to substitute any of the words with a synonym.  


                             sun provides blessings
                           hands till riparian farms
                        warms Earth's heart and soul
                        father sows seed, Ma nurtures
                           they reap fruits in unison




Haiku (5 – 7 – 5)


Tanka (5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7)


Shadorma (3 – 5 – 3 – 3 – 7 – 5)
6 lines – no rhymes – multiple stanzas [your choice] – just follow meter


Villanelle (19 line poem[no word limit]–2 repeating rhymes & 2 refrains)… Excellent example is Dylan Thomas’s “Do not go gentle into that good night”


Nonet (9 – 8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1) progression downward of syllables


Cinquain (2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2) five-line poem on any theme – syllables


’28’ Form (4 x 7) or (7 x 4) lines & syllables or lines


Free Verse – No Limitations

Note :  I have opted for the Tanka form of poetry. I have substituted dragon to Sun as both emit fire and heat. Ma means mother in Indian language.



Written for Weekly Writing Prompt # 102 , Secretkeeper.

stop :haiku

                         Haiku Horizons

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(GOOGLE PIC)


                        waiting at bus-stop
             wheels gather smoke to whiz by
              chances missed, hopes crash



          coughing bouts seize him
  gnawed by smoke, tentacles spread
             stop before crab kills



                     technology rules
               pals galore virtual space
                stop,count real friends






Written for  :  Haiku Horizons

Read all the HH entries HERE.

life is a a stage

HAIKU PROMPT CHALLENGE

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #160 Party&Enjoy

prompt words: party , enjoy

                                       


                                   world's virtual stage


                                 enjoy every role to hilt


                                   party till daybreak

                        Written for : Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge# 160

fragile destiny

                    Weekly Writing Prompt #100

                             

she is a child of Mother Earth

kneading the clay

with her  hands bare

 a song and story on her silent lips.

she heaps the wet mud

into shapes of her thoughts

alas her destiny is fragile.

those found her bent at her work

a treat to the eyes she is.

the heat in the kiln

fired from embers of her belly.

art that emerges out

keeps the wolves at bay.

She feeds the souls of her loved ones

she is also Mother Earth.

                                       Written for : Weekly Writing Prompt # 100

(Google Pic)

                                           I have chosen to write the free verse form of poetry.

the wild is tamed

Prompt #3060 Hunting the Hunters

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a horror story about something that hunts the hunters in the woods.

Journaling Prompt: What scares you about being in a wilderness area.

Art Prompt: Hunted

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about common fears about going out into the wilderness and what they can do to stay safe.

The Law of the Jungle

when hungry find a prey and strangle

devour, retreat and sleep

into the woods deep

Survival of the fittest

works at its best

the economy of forest is maintained

the ecology is balanced

Nature guides by her rules 

all creatures obey and no-one fools

There aren't any Laws of the concrete Jungle

a civilized mass single

smothers, batters and kills

even after a sumptuous fill 

hunted and the hunter , the line blurs

in all shapes sizes and colours

the poachers invade for the hides and horn

the wild scamper with anger and scorn.

Governments built Animal Reserves 

every extinct species deserves

a right to survive

a right to thrive.

Written for :  The Writing Reader Prompt #3060

                          

Jungle means forest