RonovanWrites#Weekly#Haiku#Poetry Prompt#Challenge#228 Future&Hope

Hoping against hope, Fighting her life's stormy tides, She anchored future.

If tomorrow will come

As I stand at the cusp, I pause and think. What had gone by, Its kaleidoscope whirred in mind's eye. Those buried dreams,those inane desires, Those silly joys, Long gone and dead, Now get a whiff of life, Make tarried movements, As they rouse from their hoary slumber. I reminisce our camaraderie, How we wove… Continue reading If tomorrow will come

Torment:(a cinquain)

Torment, A perverse joy, A vitriolic jibe, A trail of boundless agony, I smile.

Finding yourself

She had learnt how to love herself, And that was the most dangerous weapon of all. She changed the hoary paradigms, As she set precursors new. New beginnings, Distant shores, Lands beyond and unknown, She strove to find her lot.

Masks

All the world's a stage , And I am a thespian, Hiding behind a hundred different masks, And none to unmask the real me .

Someday and Sometime

Someday and sometime, And somewhere, You will find your moorings. You will meander along the cobbled plains, Braving the buffeting, Riding the tempestuous wave, And chiselled refined. Reflections galore, Musings manifold, Memories distant unfold, Myriad flashes in symphony. All roll before you, As you drift along. You hold on to them tight, Seeking solace, For… Continue reading Someday and Sometime

When the tempest died down

The tempest died down, The stormy winds now pacified, Their anger dissipated, They no longer whistle that hollow rumble. They blow sweet and satiated, The gentle rustle, Creating a melody in symphony. The trees tired after the dance in the gale, Now repose in still slumber. The branches brown and bare, Stare at the leaves… Continue reading When the tempest died down

May be……

The dark clouds hovering on the grey sky, The sun blotted out. The air dead and calm. An eerie stillness all around, Shackling its claws sharp and profound. She stood in the eye of the storm, Impervious to tumult around. The myriad grains of scattered thoughts, Embroiling her, Taunting her, Laughing at her, Telling her… Continue reading May be……

Under the starry skies

Under the starry skies, I walked into unknown lands, Weaving dreams big and small. I was afloat with unbounded zest, I wanted to grow new wings to fly, I was not daunted by strange things and new. Flushed with bubbling fantasies, I grew new plumes to fly yonder. I wanted to do more, I wanted… Continue reading Under the starry skies