It's a grey hazy world. I walk alone into the depths of deep and dark night. The tall banyan trees rustle gently in the balmy night singing a slow requiem. Petrified, I walk on.And suddenly clawed hands protrude from the dark abyss, holding me,pinning me and choking me. I shriek aloud but no words come… Continue reading Dreams I dread you no more….
Good day to everyone!Its been some days that I have tapped at my keyboard. Battled and weary,I was down with Covid.All this days I have not been in a state of lacuna, confused and anxious. And sleep has gone for a toss. Yesterday, my mind in a tizzy,I just walked and sat by the promenade,the… Continue reading Memories – a tanka prose
Image from washttps://www.pexels.com/photo/human-green-eye-reflecting-building-and-blue-sky-4526475/ Illusion She lived in a bubble caged in the glassy cocoon. Seeing the outside world in a pristine hues that merely refracted the veiled truth her life was a frothy placebo weaving an illusionary web. And then Tides turned! Tossed and battered in the vicious vortex,she simply drifted along.tempests burst bubble.tossing her… Continue reading #TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 278, #SpecificForm: tanka prose
Loving Myself Somedays the knees creak and the other days my back protests aloud. But I am one stubborn soul!I shall run and squat and climb up the ladder to reach the highest shelf. I shall do hoppety- skippety jumps around the house and walk twice for same errand to cover my 10000 steps. I… Continue reading TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 269, 4/12/22, #Colleen’s SpecificForm:TankaProse/NaPoWriMo 2022
Donna Matthews from last month’s challenge picked this month’s theme as FIRE & WATER I have attempted a Tanka Prose Strange are Nature's Ways Winters are a distant memory in spring that is no more.The pleasant days that thaw the icy dew sizzle and have become incredibly hot.The cuckoo that sang each year is heard no more… Continue reading TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 266, 3/22/22, #THEMEPROMPT
Dreams We all are born dreamers for we conjure little dreams in tiny corners of our heart and nurture them through the life's tempests. But many a time, these tiny beacons of hope get extinguished and seem out of our reach. We tend to start doubting ourselves. doubt pervades the mindwhen your dreams seem faraway-miles… Continue reading TANKATUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 254, #SPECIFICFORM
Image Credit: https://libwww.freelibrary.org/digital/item/66272 Merril D. Smith selected the image this week. It’s a lithograph and you can read more about it HERE Redemption(Tanka Prose) Today's world has forgotten the spirit of compassion. What motivates us is self interest and an endless avarice to seek more. We forget all those who have loved and nurtured us for we consider… Continue reading TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 244 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
. Nature's Wounds I could always see a canopy of green trees outside my window.A plethora of birds rested and ambled on the branches as tiny squirrels climbed up and down,their bushy tails meticulously curled. The cuckoo sang to welcome the spring and parrots sat regally on the trees. In the rains, shiny leaves glistened… Continue reading TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 241, #SPECIFICFORM: TANKA PROSE