I used to be a pink person… still love the hues of pink when sky becomes a canvas and sun sets in a blink. Now I like a bit of blue … the waves entice me more The salty breeze…the sand on feet… the footprints on the shore. But I’m guilty again I glance at green too long The trees bearing sweet fruits can never ever go wrong. Shh…i hear the thunder There comes fluffs of grey Drench me in your love… take all the silly worries away! Isn’t this life magical? Which colour do you see? Pick any moment you want and set your heart free!
There is a strange beauty in flaws. Feel alive…take a pause! See the ladybug with polka dots, or the Giraffe’s weird brown spots. Admire the sketches on Moon’s white face, like graffiti on a glowing surface. Gaze at the mole right over the lips. Trace the tears of joy that slips. Touch the freckles on the cheek. Hear the dark eyes that silently speak. Feel the wrinkled hands that caress. Understand the broken speech that bless. Jump in the puddles while it rains. Reminisce the coffee mug lipstick stains.
Flaws are good…we are creations divine. Relax… imperfection is perfectly fine!
The blood sucking monster dug his teeth deep. Sucked the blood wine, when I was fast asleep. Satisfied with the taste, intoxicated he settled down- Licked his stained lips, when I woke up with a frown. He had no black cape, but had wings instead. The Dreaded Dracula flew right over my head. He mocked me with a smile, while I muttered under my breath. Swiftly I clapped my hands and he was smashed to death. Call me a murderer, but it was self defense. Yes, I killed the mosquito And that’s not a punishable offense!
Where the world seems to end,
there is always a new beginning.
The sun has to descend
every efficacious evening.
The earth doesn’t halt –
it revolves around the sun.
Its not the stars’ fault,
if a few fall from sky…undone.
The plants take time to grow
but once they do, flowers bloom.
Trees bearing fruits bow low…
butterflies dispel all gloom.
The waves caress the shore.
The ocean hides oysters within.
Nature has treasures in store.
Don’t stop…let life begin.
(Day 27 prompt- direction. Lines incorporated from Where the River Flows)
Do you find it strange as we move forward
we think about what we left behind?
The time… place…moments…memories
the quietness of mind
The road imprints on land -while travelers anticipate
what might lie ahead
Trees stretching their arms, trying to burst clouds
bouncing and bubbling overhead
The grey bearded sky snoring in thunders
Mountains covered in green blankets
Stream echoing through the woods
Rain tinkling its pearly anklets “Fearless and feral the river flows; crossing forests, meadows and towns alike. Crashing against the shore or dyke towards the journey’s end it chose.”
Savouring the quietness
with a steaming cup of tea
We set out again – the road awaits
and so does a new journey.