three

YinYokeYeoman ElixirElocutionElevate SoddenSnowbirdSplice VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Three

binge eating

I get out of my hovel And throw in the towel Pithy adviser None the wiser I grab cheese balls and shovel

your perfumed gaze

Luminous Iota Piscium, As though your intense perfumed gaze That branded every inch of my soul is now Scribbling the thrumming of a wordless erotica Quitly filling the air with intoxicating scent Of blood roses drenched in dew drops.

why did you drop the shutter?

Despite the disconcerting mayhem and the pandemic, 2020 has been one of the most creative and a wonderful year, so far, filled with numerous valuable learning experiences. I am grateful to have this privilege to be able to create and be a part of this community teeming with talent, striving for betterment in all areas,

to pinion zilch

To soar, to pinion zilch I pilfer a handful of clouds bestriding me From the luminous colossi of your eyes Numberless ciphers proliferate In the azure sheen of my wings

enlisted

AmbrosiaReplacess stalenessOn his lipsHis eyes croonA promised land of lilacCarded in his breast In response to: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/13/sunday-writing-prompt-13th-september-cards/ https://fivedotoh.com/2020/09/13/fowc-with-fandango-replace/ Picture courtesy: Pinterest

home sweet home

A bruised, bone-tired firebird and The journey of thousands miles A throb caged in my chest to Take the plunge and make a go Against the odds that lay before Final destination: serenity and I Home sweet home lulls me to sleep The post is written in response to Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto hosted by

sweet

Spin a tale Warble and wail Extempore rhyme Ethical crime Traumatized listeners travail P.S.: My experiment with poetry, sweet!

rain

Who doesn’t love rain? When our thirsty ears lie in wait for rain drenched songs of earth. It’s my favourite season. 1.Pitter-patter prosody of heart’s crooning 2. Puddles and paper boats, air of festivity! The post is written in response to ‘Six word story prompt‘ hosted by Shweta

identity

You could be chiseledinto ‘me’Let me lose my identityto become me The post goes to Eugi’s weekly prompt