Perspective

Eventide.
The waves crashing at shores.
The roar of hungry ocean,
consuming the remains of the day greedily.
The ferries anchored,
owners back to their nests.
Just like the sea-gulls
huddling in colonies.
The air-balloon descending,
hysteria lowering each minute.
You pull me close and hug me tight.
Melancholically.
Cockcrow.
The ocean exhales energy.
Cold waves wash everything afresh,
dissolving the litter of yesterday.
Sea-gulls squawk in distance
readying for the flight.
Ferries rock gently,
setting momentum for the day.
A hot air-balloon rises,
hysteria growing each minute.
You hug me tight
as you leave for work.
A buoyant hug.

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Struts in beauty

A vision to hold,
A fleeting summer romance,
Struts like a peacock.


This week's photo prompt is provided by, Sonya, with the blog, Only 100 Words. Thank you Sonya!

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Antiques from her wall

Rusting sentiments from the wall,

Souvenirs from their many escapades,

Vintage car in which he brought her home,

Even her potted glories,

All dusted and buffed for garage sale,

Possessions of their love claimed by some strangers,

But pieces of her heart would go nowhere else.

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Winged white saviours

Prayers at her feet,
She lifts the heads of the bowed,
Lurking in shadows,
Watchful spirits light our paths.
Winged saviours bless us all.

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The Tempest

The tepid calmness beneath the somber shroud

Pregnant with a promise of violent storm

The preceding silence is intensely loud

Still and stagnant, like a painting in the dorm

Ships return, seagulls take refuge at the coast

In those darkened hours barely before the storm

And then the gusts taste of thunder, roar and boast

Blizzards twist and twirl the weather-vanes about

Deafening howls resound from pits nethermost

A chaos reigns within, a chaos, without.

Until a sliver of hope is tossed about.

Courtesy: Louise, with The Storyteller's Abode

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Blaze of colors

A blaze of colors smeared across my heart.
The strokes of an unskilled hand,
uneven and splotchy.
The hues, all vibrant, vivacious.
The oranges mixing with reds
and purples and pinks,
with tiny little sequins littered here and there.
Wide eyed, I watch as this masterpiece
is splashed across the sunset skies
exclusively for me, every single night.
And then everything in the pallette blends,
swirling across the canvas.
The enchanting moments
fusing and merging
until I can't separate one from another.
Misty eyed, I watch
as the muted brilliance
slowly turns to a
subtle pink and mild, soft gold.



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Recess by Beas

Our hands brushed,

Accidentally, of course,

By the banks of Beas,

Plastering

The walls of our castle

With soggy silver sparkles.

My clumsy patches

Smoothened

With your finesse.

Day-by-day,

Our tiny hands

Moulding our dreams,

Aiming

Higher, loftier, stronger,

Occasionally ornate, too.

And then the chase

To the classroom

Where we would

Sit alongside

And learn

The impressive

Array of facts.

We would return,

Each day,

Only to find

Our caresses, corroded

And

Our footprints, ironed

By the eventide.

But that didn't deter us.

Ever.

Sometimes,

I wonder if you remember

Those recesses by Beas,

Or is it just me.

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The Blue Moon

They were breathless by the time they reached the hilltop. A humid 31st night of July was definitely not an ideal time to run and hike. But it was "the Blue Moon" night. The legend held that the couples who watched the Blue moon's light bath the tombstones with love were blessed with a "happy everafter" for seven lifetimes. Barely in kindergarten, they did not know how long a lifetime was. What excited them was the prospect of a very long time together. So, they waited while the moon left the tombstones awash with the promise of an endless love. Sempiternal love resting in background, he sealed his date with a little peck on her cheek and whispers of 31st January, 2018 in her ears. She giggled her yes. Hand in hand, they retraced their steps on grassy mound while the Blue moon smiled at them.

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