Sketch of You #writer’s digest #aprpad Day 21 # prompt sketch poem

Sketch of You
You are the joy of my life
that often overwhelms me.
Pencil in hand, I try to draw
a sketch of you…as I see.
Maybe I’m a little biased
like your Daddy teasingly says.
“Why shouldn’t I?” is my usual retort.
I’m with you always.
You’re my little impish elf,
mischief- making machine!
I hate that you’re growing up…
I’m wary of the unseen.
You have the magic to calm me down
by a warm hug or a sticky kiss.
Please don’t grow up, my baby boy!
Your childhood is my bliss

C’est la vie #writer’s digest #aprpad Day 20 #prompt dark poem

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C’est la vie

The dark outline makes more vivid
an amber-hued Monarch.
We tend to appreciate light more
after facing the dark.

The black-eyed girl stays in memory
for the mystery black incites.
Pain is always painted dark-
its rhyme difficult to recite.

Deeper the emotions, darker they are
as they coagulate to become thick.
Some are revealed…some stay hidden,
some change gradually or too quick.

The dark empowers…the dark overpowers.
What can we do; c’est la vie
The darkness of closed eyes is so much better
than the dark open eyes often see.

But why scorn or fear it
when we can be the torch in the dark.
If it echoes no song of hope,
We can be our own Skylark.

This sheet of paper is ruled and white
The ink that writes is black and dark.
I hope the words that I write here
are able to leave their wilful mark.

License to be Me #writer’s digest #aprpad Day 19 #prompt license poem

License to be Me

Can I ask you something?
Is it very wrong to do
what you feel is right?
If words come upto
the tip of your lips,
to speak or not you can’t decide.

If you feel lonely and low,
is it okay to hum
a little song of bliss
to lift your fallen spirit
or gather pearls of joy,
to seek whatever you feel amiss?

If you feel confined within
the walls of daily life,
is it unfair to set your heart free?
Or dream of a bridge of rainbow
over the shadowed clouds?
Do I need a license to be just me?

Little bits of Moondust #writer’s digest #aprpad Day 18 poem 2#prompt Little ….

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Little Bits of Moondust
Little bits of Moondust
sparkling in the sky.
Maybe our lost ones
waving to say ” Oh Hi! “
Beeming with happiness
like the heavenly Sprite.
Safely carrying wishes
on falling streaks of light.
Stars give wings to dreams.
Hope gives them their spark.
They’re little bits of Moondust
that illumine the dark.

Our Little Breakfast Story #writer’s digest #aprpad Day 18 Poem 1 #prompt Little…

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Our Little Breakfast Story
One perfectly poached egg
on a large slice of bread,
a little salt, a little pepper
and some extra butter spread.
But that’s only Daddy ‘s breakfast.
What about the picky little boy?
Anything that has chocolate in it
gives him abundant joy.
And what would Mommy eat?
Perhaps a little bowl of cereal.
She being a little carelessly lazy,
that bowl is nothing less than imperial!

You Are… #writer’s digest #aprpad Day 17 #prompt reason poem

You Are….

My reason to breathe.
My reason to smile.
My reason to walk
one more extra mile.
My reason to laugh.
My reason to cry.
The reason I still
want to try and try.
My reason to argue.
My reason to fight.
The reason I want to
hold you close and tight.
My reason to trust.
My reason to wait.
The reason with closed eyes
I stay awake till late.
I have plenty of reasons,
and every reason is true.
Do I need more reasons
to keep loving you?

Keep the Spark Alive #writer’s digest #aprpad Day 16 #prompt catch or/and release poem

Keep the Spark Alive

She was sitting by the golden lake
at the edge of the grove.
Admiring the white lotus
blooming with elegance and love.
When she heard the music
of a sweet sweet lyre
Enticed she walked into the forest
momentarily forgetting to respire.
The trees were swaying gently.
The leaves kissed each other’s face.
Shyly quivered the wild flowers.
Tendrils hummed in embrace.
Sparks were flying around.
Oh wait! They were fairy fireflies…
Like magical orbs glowing in rhythm
She gazed with wide eyes.
As she tried to catch one,
it fluttered away from her.
She tried till she got tired,
then she began to wonder.
Why try to catch something
which is meant to fly free?
What’s yours will be yours,
that you’ll eventually see.
Let the glow of the firefly
keep the spark in you alive.
Love all – and yourself too.
Let the good within you thrive.