in a corner
staring at the mossed walls
amidst the light that devours fireflies
the petrichor is now stronger
than all the ales I had
the imagery shows no sign of ceasing
and with everything coming back to me
I am ready to stumble again
and fall every step
to write and rewrite
the joy is somewhat incessant
like it always has been.
Some women are magic,
they play with their hair,
let off a smile,
in steps drown you
in a infinite pool
of unrequited love
But she was different,
a glance at her,
like a 5 year old,
she just bolted within me,
and I never even heard the thunder,
just felt it all my life.
As I walk down in the drizzle
in a rush to avoid the rain
I see all the people doing same
they are the same who prayed for rain
and end from unbearable heat.
then I stood in the rain for a while
a poor boy dancing with his dog
in this rain.
ignoring the crowd, the rain, even the gods.
I laughed on my life, shackles and the dog wagging his tail.
Why run away from the dark clouds?
Why escape the drizzle that is to arrive?
Why be afraid of the thunder?
When all you need is lightning inside?
Hola Friends,It’s been an exciting week,i had surprise trips that kept me busy, finally me back to work. This week i was challenged by Soumya (https://livinglifewithsoumi.wordpress.com/) to write a complete paragraph without the use of adjectives,The rules:
1) Write a paragraph without using a single adjective.
2) Keep the link of the original Veracity Challenge in your post (so that the creator of the challenge may receive a pingback).
3) Anyone can join the challenge, you don’t have to be nominated!
4) Nominate 6 Bloggers for this challenge
over a coffee,
then i decide,
it is not right,
to skip a beauty,
and fail to create another,
For nominations,every writer with word ticking his mind is free to write and accept this challenge. 🙂
Erotic Poetry and Stories
Book Reviews and Recommendations
A Personified Narrative : Defying Reality. Sketching Imageries.
A fusion of events and encounters in life combined into a single entity.
They may see, they might know, but they'll never understand
All poetry on earth,is caused by that one wreckage to your only ship.
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."- Jonathan Safran Foer. || student, loves travelling and perhaps baking a cake.||
You'll get to taste both!
Because my pen is heavy