journey of a life
cheerful cries of an infant
coughs of an old man
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journey of a life
innocence of a new born
an adult’s cunning
child
Imagined World: A Rispetto
juvenile, a little kid prancing around
playing along with his sharp ingenious mind
treading on an illusionary firm ground,
he fabricates a hero, powerful kind,
causes him to brawl against callous people
who would pester and mock him at his cripple,
he became the hero himself, set to fight
in that imaginary world of his sight
Evolution
The evolution of a being
from the childhood’s reverie
to a grown up’s veracity
from the glimmer of the stars
to the blaze of the sun
from a small injury
to a large gaping wound
from an innocent vision
to a gruesome deed
from the world of truth
to the universe of tall tales
from a fresh water lake
to the ever salty ocean
from the protection of the nest
to the vast lonely sky
from a seed that is sown
to a pest infected plant
from the drop of nectar
to an urn of venom,
the evolution of an infant
to a grown up soul
tarnished by world
shaded by emotions
from the afternoon nap
to the insomniac nights
from the playful toys
to the killer weapons,
there is an evolution
a real evolution
of a spirit as he turns
from a joyful mirth
to an evil sneer in the end.
* Written in response of Theme Thursday Writing Prompt.
Frock: A 100 Word Story
Copyright – Janet Webb
The not-so-red, slightly pink frock was hovering in the air and it appeared as if an invisible girl was clad in it, hung there by the side-railing.
“Momma, see that pretty frock,” the girl walking along her mother by the street, pointed towards this piece of cloth.
“It is pretty.”
“I want it,” her eyes glinted with hope.
“I’ll ask dada to get one for you.”
“But I want this one,” she tugged at her mother’s arm, restraining to move any further.
“Don’t whine.”
“But…”
She was pulled up in the arms and taken away, her eyes adorned with tears.
Note:-
This is written in consideration of the Friday Fictioneers writing prompt.
Hello Child
Hello child,
Here I bring for you
the flowers- sniff them
won’t you?
they are so beautiful
aren’t they?
such a smooth blackness
they behold over them
sniff them son
sniff them, oh my dear child
and let me hug you
let me give you the kiss
let me hold you
let me grasp you from behind
let me be with you
please draw me inside you
let me cover you in my cape
oh my dear child
listen to me
here is your depression speaking to you.
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