I hear the thump thump sounds of strange drums. Faint sounds but getting louder with each new beat. These are no drums I knew. Not the sounds of the long drums accompanying a bridal party. Or the gangan celebrating a chieftaincy. It is not the…
Category: Marathon Poem
Monochromatic Marriage : Hour 7/ Image Prompt 7, 2022
I only surrender to him and silhouettes, I wear white as a promise to myself. In a world of terms and conditions printed in black & white I find white chaotic instead of serene. Perhaps, it has more scope to get printed in a colourful…
Meeting
How quiet this speechless room Here silence is a silver line Some souls are in asleep Their own feelings, experiences Those who evaluate the interiors They Slept on those shelves as a book. Some people are studying Page by page, they started reading with a…
Hour 12
Didn’t want to go, I felt so comfortable, Inevitable, Only through chances comes growth, Taking chances despite fear.
Forever
Forever Destiny brought us close our love will shape it if you are with me everything is our world if you are not an exile for us Together today tomorrow unknown but our love under the sky will remain forever Hour 10 @varenyas
DogSpeak #12 Naming
DogSpeak #12 Naming Adam wasn’t around when I got here and besides, he probably ran out of names long ago. So I came here, rescued from an unspeakable place sans name; they called me cutie and smoochie puppy but mostly they called me no and…
Quiet
No noisy chaos sounding loudly in the air; beauty in silence
Nature Haiku – Hour Eleven
Mushrooms made me see Clearly now, the small details Making up our world. Details of beauty, Unmatched, yet so overlooked. Our life moves too fast – Slow down and relax. Stand in awe of the lush Earth. Breathe in time with Her.
Excitement (Hour 11)
The lips stretch out from ear to ear. Teeth beam out in picturesque display. The body vibrates from head to toe, internally-tickled. The audible sound is no language of man, yet it’s understood by all as one total expression of joy.
The Sound of Spoken Silence (Hour Ten, A Four Line Poem)
The Sound of Spoken Silence Though you never said a single word to me, your silence spoke to me in volumes. ****A four line poem consists of four lines with a syllabic count of 1/5/5/9.****