Poetry

Little Gusts of Wind

   

A little gust of wind scampers around –

Tousling the trees

Nudging the leaves

tickling the grass

Shooing the clouds above.

A little gust of wind scampers around –

shoving the mountains

whistling at the sky

tripping on the seas

puncturing ripples in them.

A little gust of wind scampers around

teasing my hair

ruffling my clothes.

In all its banter

it stops for a second,

Stirring my soul

Waking something deep within.

WordPress Daily prompt :Scamper

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Life lessons, Poetry

Strangers exchange

Strangers meet at an airport

Lugging their own trolley bags,

Spilling its contents :

Butterflies they had caught,

Causes for which they’ve fought,

Epiphanies and reality checks,

The experiences of foreign treks;

The foot prints of all that they’d left behind,

Beliefs of the body, soul and mind.

Somewhere in the exchange,

The strangers are encased

In a hybrid bubble

with scents of both their lives :

Together, afresh,

They Blossom anew.

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Poetry

True sounding lie

running man

 

Running breathlessly,

The finish line evasive as ever.

Alone in the hunt –

Inspired creation abandoned,

Bidden goodbye a decade ago.

Chased by dreary shadows

Of a fluid ideal,

Encased by ghosts of

an undefinable exemplar

that haunt me in my slumber :

Madness is my pursuit

that survives through

mythical tales –

tales of Paragon, of perfection.

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Poetry

Residue

You eased the needle through me

Slid it in, out, in, out

As though I were to be woven.

You branded me with holes,

Now I wear them pretty moles.

Questions asked, fears alleviated

In those bare spaces you created.

Faded marks, now jaded memories,

Grown dim, feeble, flickering –

Never can they be extinguished.

Better to be torn and taped

Than to be broken and replaced.

WordPress Daily Prompt : Puncture

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