The Poetry Marathon

An unfamiliar face sitting alone
sitting aside on the pavement
He’s enjoying in this own world with delight
erasing pains at this moonlight night
He may be listening to a radio
Through cell listening, other side of the voice

If he enjoys music, he’s melodic
At this hour on moonlit night
All world is dreaming in their chambers
He’s a solitary figure without any fantasies
So, The music weaves some tales of joy
A moment that he feels and shy sometime
loneliness beats some frustration
In this night, seems he’s stillness freeze.

Someone captures his pic, never express emotions
But, In stillness, His soul mounts a moment of peace

Prompt -14                                                                                                     

Every workday, it’s a flop showtime
Feels like frustration, looks like I’m in exam hall
Reviewing content, Grading expert’s view
But they confuse and remove my brain fuse.

The auditor audits me with stern remarks
Point out my mishaps, and slaps with his marks
You are not up to the mark, they loudly bark
in the online meeting, a laughable chatting

But it’s a humor hour to office manager,
it’s a time to make presentation tricks and tips
I’ll mute voice with silent mode, I say you are correct
He laughs and giggles, I am worse, in this rust
i never insist you are wrong, he’s boss, he’s weight

Prompt -13                                                                                                                                                                 Hour-13

It is secret best when it is hidden in a few unknown vicinity
This whole advent is split into many layers
Guy’s life is cozy inside the house called body.
Some hidden stories, most of the layers of books chest

Someone’s thoughts, his faults, are hidden in the chamber of his heart.
The little boy sleeps within the bedroom, inside with the desires.
The tune lies mute inside the throat chamber, until the larynx opens
The truth behind the darkness is a mystery.

Even some demoniac placed on a mask of silence too.
In the arrangement of rooms, feelings may insure and ensure
A room is not so much a walled center as a home for plenty of emotions.
If translated, many feelings and tragedies touch our heart.

In every corner of this vast universe, there is a secret hidden.
Finally, after the death of the man, burial is also a closet

Hour – 12                                                                                                                                                         Prompt-12

It’s so quiet as dark, A path through woods
Some unknown walked in this path, who was unseen
Nature’s silence is a cool wind lullaby
There are so many strategies and secrets on this path

In Golden sun shade, rustling sounds whispers
under the wooden, In Nature’s trance
Cool and clam, a relaxing point
unrevealed wonders hide and seek in this path.

No footprint sign we can’t observe who they roam
it’s a nature’s cave, to the animals and herbs

Serene and verdant, secrets and techniques concealed
In this enchanted woodland, the wind sings and enjoy

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Hour-11

What is Love?” An Ocean’s Deep reflection

A timeless query on life’s countless trip,

From my vantage factor, I see it in this way:

It is devotion, steadfast via each country,
An emotion, adapting to condition’s weight.

Love shares it blooms as love
Mercy, affection, and Gentle touch !
Those terms, in our hearts, a flame they go through,
Smiles lighting fixtures up faces, love’s candy grace.

“What is Love?” A question extensive
In various office work, it doth abide.
In teens age of love, it burns with fiery blaze,
In elders, it sways with the own family’s prestige

Devotees love the Almighty’s grace,
Unveiling dreams, looking for a sacred vicinity.
A mom’s love, fervent and bold, results beautiful family
For her circle of relative’s sake, a story to be informed.

“What is Love?”
it’s far mercy and affection, a pair of joyful words.

If love came to an end-
The people jealous one another
If kind words deserted, anger arises

If the people don’t respect
The indifference confuses every one.
Joy of life means love one another.

PROMPT -10                                                                                                                                          Hour-10

Butterflies fly in the blues high
One by one, in smooth hours.
Pure dancers inside out,
Their Vibrant wings, display its joy

Wall curtain, azure and radiant glow
in this picture, display of natural pleasure.
Their silent splendor in motion, visible
As they roll, seems steps in the sky garden with joy !

Hour -9                                                                                                                                                       Image Prompt

In that dark night, without any fear factor
A woman sits before a dancing place of crackling fire,
She holds a glowing orb in a nighttime, quiet space.
The world, deeply silent, untold secrets,
Every star revealed under the starry curtains

Complex dark magic weaves the ebony sky,
The heavens were adorned with a fire flies
Her presence, ethereal and rare, adds a touch of poise,
In the heart of this silent night, she’s awaiting someone

No stolen prose marred or marked in this picture
An original lexicon, a poetic concept in all its beauty.
Amidst the astral cowl, our narrative elegantly unfurls,
on this serene cradle of night, the cosmos softly swirls

image prompt-8

8th hour

Phantoms concealed within the mind’s records,
Nostalgic memories etched in the mind’s pages,
The memories shared with childhood friends,
To rekindle the joys of moments of past

Some faces have faded from the memories
Phantoms concealed within the mind’s records,
The forgotten names, remembrances misplaced,
They must be reconnected with their mannerisms

The growing older faces’ outlines, unidentified
Marked them as the senior folks, aging faces
Phantoms concealed within the mind’s archives,
Must be identified with the help of any clues.

Some have emptied their existence,
While others persist as if neglected orphans,
They are the last entries on the final pages,
Phantoms concealed within the mind’s repository.

PROMPT-POETIC FORM                                                                                                                                            HOUR-7

Nature is a canvas, it blossoms
A Photographic eye captures its fragrance
The lenses catch its colors and brightness
Every moment recorded in Golden light.

Wherever Nature petals blooms in between flowers
Silently they murmur lots of stories
which were hidden in Nature dreams
Vision takes a role and flights with lens
The photographic eye clicks in hand

Concentration and patience, draws new scenes
You can shoot images with creative eye, a vivid dream
Lenses capture new senses, with beautiful essences
It reveals reality with lens if you are good enough.

Hour-6                                                                                                                                                           Prompt-image

INDELIBLE INK CLUE !

Darkness masked in the Ghatkopar-Mankhurd link street,
A grim realization, seriousness of lifestyle,
could also 2019 mark a twist so dark
A story about intrigue in which mystery without solution

Kiran Wankhede, the man with the overlap,
His hand stained with symbols that will end forever
Etched there are “holy passage”, “B” and “ok”,
but the story of the inked finger shows clue

At 6:30 a call for help was called,
Head Constable Dhumal, Surety of Duty,
He sped towards Zakir Hussain Nagar,
where the fragile thread of life was erased.

Rajawadi Hospital refers as
Yet Kiran’s fate, came to an end
A merciless stone sealed his breath
Head injury, relentless onslaught of lifestyle.
Postmortem revealed the chilling reality,
A story of violence, a heartless detective,
Articles 302 and 397 came into play,
Unknown culprits with certain questions to guess

Ink, the mute witness, sprang up from the polling station,
The image of democracy, the silent mask,
Unraveled puzzle, hidden tradition,
Justice flowed in an inky, search

“Under Ink’s Enigma,” the title will live on,
A perplexing puzzle in which truths are confided,
To get to the bottom of the mystery, the darkness unbound,
Justice literally revealed in the indelible lines of ink.

PROMPT -5                        (REAL CRIME STORY NEWS)                                                                                                                   HOUR-5