Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 6th, 2022

Held hostage by a tiny virus,Mankind now war - weary,Hoping for redemption,Sooth - sayers auspication,All gone wrong,Anticipation of jubilation,Seems a far illusion. Via : https://lindaghill.com/2022/01/06/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-6th-2022/

Jingles of Joy

Decibels of Joy, Unsung verses, A placid symphony, It is that time of year. A surreal white, A burnished cold, That warms your heart, Soothing the anguish, Subduing the rant, It makes you smile. You want to live it each time, For it is that time of year, When love pervades, Amidst jingles of joy,…

Cobbled Clutter(a senryu)

weary soul trudges clanging on cobbled clutter of life's edifice

Circle of Life

Lot of water, Under the bridge has flown. Gusts of wind , They have blown the sand away. The verdant bush, Trimmed but has grown all the way. The flowering blossoms, Bloomed to scatter their seeds afar. Bees buzzing, They have found new petals. The twittering birds, They have found new nesting grounds. The hibernating…

Shadows

You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent. And your memories are suspended in time. Lives that you have brushed up against, Now live with an imprint of you, Firmly trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory not. You leave the steps in the sands of time, And you come…

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 40: (FLOAT) in the B rhyme line.

A part when those curtains come down, And when deep old memories float, Reminding you of times remote, A fast relay of life's countdown, Only you smile at the rundown. When all your dear dreams were weary And Life's maze seemed harshly eerie, It is just darkness before dawn, And Life's begones are now bygone,…

Walking in clouds

Lost in grey haze,On the dewy hills,Lusty gales whipping by,I am-Softly caressed,By luscious vapoursthat wash away my blues,Unseen solace sublime,For clouds would one day driftto let in sun shine.

A hope

She’s all the places That she wants to visit. She’s all the road trips That she wants to take. She’s all the words That she wants to write in her diary. She’s all the magical characters That lived in her favourite books. She’s filled to the brim That what makes her dream and hope. She…

An errant ray

When darkness seeps in, And life seems to stop, A stagnant mesh, Clawing the soul, An errant ray, Defiant, Adamant, Pierces through the dark sheath, Leaving an opening, For wisp of hope, To blow away the dreary gloom. But, Not always, The tiny ray finds it way, It gets lost in the misty abyss, Absorbed…

Festive Cheer(a haiku)

cheery red adornssilvery sparkle-warmingmy heart now frozen