“Memories of old, Nostalgic reminiscence, Beautiful flashbacks”
Tag: #2022halfmarathon
Stardust
Stardust is the stuff Of which we’re all made What is the nature of stardust What is its colour and shade? The incandescent beauty Of the diamond-dusted star Is what all life is made of It’s what we all are. Eons ago all matter…
Hour Twenty Four-Pillowtalk
i feel a daisy move near my ear, i may have drifted off into my dreams. eyes closed- a whiff of his cologne brings a familiar warmth. ‘go back to sleep love’, he tells me. my dreams aren’t as beautiful as this right now. I…
The Hallway of Life
“A long corridor, Filled with doors aplenty, Each door hides a different room to enter, And a new world to explore, You shan’t return from a room, But further explore till the end of the great hallway is reached, But till then the search for…
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Someday, for sure, I shall need this guide For the galaxy is a hundred thousand light years wide. I shall evolve using bio engineering and AI To take my rightful place in the sky. Oh, wait, the sky is an…
Hour Twenty Three- blue lagoon
blue lagoon scattered thoughts that multiply… Note: This poem is written using an image prompt posted during hour twenty-one.
Hour Twenty Two- Dreams
half- formed dreams surround the dim corners Source: An erasure poem culled out from Pg. 152 from the novel, All the Possibilities by Nora Roberts.
Bird’s Eye-view
bird’s eye- view How insignificant these tiny things Depending on wheels, Or on metal wings. Moving along pre-set ways Unable to grasp, to understand The immensity of the sky. I ride an updraft, glide on high Spot with my stereoscopic eye A red car stopped…
Atop the snowy mountain peaks
“Atop the snowy mountain peaks, The chilly wind rustles through my coat, As I embrace myself to keep warm; There lay a white world in front of me, Snowy peaks and fluffy clouds. The setting sun blinds my vision, As I look through the intense…
Hour Twenty One – Old Realities
spaghetti, high-waisted denim, and messy hair! taking the back route to escape old realities, we end up bustling through the skyscrapers. two bottles down and carefree howls, feet dangling off the railing whilst smoking a cigarette. the almond-colored sky is blurry, atleast the black…