a good night kiss

how it is so that smiles are dripping down his chin
and his eyes are capturing rainbows in their delight, oh!
“Annihilation,” the world cried.

he is the abysmal beauty in the hourglass of night, he
stands tall like a crane snatching stars from the sky, oh!
“Annihilation,” the world cried.

how he traces the outline of his cracked lips and digs into
napalm skin, how his saliva coats the lengths of desires, oh!
“Annihilation,” he cried.

he falls down the cliff, and breaks open like dreams; he sings.

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Linking it up with the prompt titled “the sisters Death and Night ~ Micro Poetry” at With Real Toads.

backup now, the blue screen of death

eyes clad with kohl, a kid
walks, every step downloaded
with a faint trace of innocence,
a cache of life, wonder and
bright colors.

/a stack of thoughts, a queue of memories
looping in an array of careless composure/

I read about the hacking away of life
of a kid, of the school where I spent
almost years of five, in an emulation
of deeds, as the school bus met with
an accident, tender hands clutching
wane seats, as we did back in the day,
when the driver took a reckless turn,
as if communicating in bauds: a wish
or an anguish, a sign but of a nybble.

/clusters on a disk are we, bugs winding down,
a chip of a life booting characters, low bandwidth/

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*Using a bit of computer jargon…

innocent

innocent she was

in her resolute silence

 

innocent she was

in her underlying posture

 

innocent she was

in her gullible gestures

 

innocent she was 

in her worthwhile moments

 

innocent she was

when she thrived and dreamed

 

innocent she is

when she shed those pearls

 

innocent she is

in her emotionless words

 

innocent she is

in  her dead eyes

 

innocent she is

in her submissive forms

 

innocent she is

in her nude covers

 

a sculpture of innocence

she was, she is.

 

* Inspired by the photograph titled Innocent by amberafrica. It is extraordinary.

Fall

“I fell down,” she told her grandma.

“Oh dear!”

“But I am alright. Children fall down often, right?”

“Well, that is what people say. But who told you so?”

“Pa!”

“Hmm.. Do you know your pa had got almost every joint of his body fractured at one time or another by felling down when he was your age.”

“Really?”

“Really. We had to rush to the doctor every other month; once he got his one breakage fixed, he would get another one.”

“Oh!”

“Now let me see if you have hurt yourself in any way.”

“No, I haven’t. It isn’t much, just a little bruise here and there.”

“I will get some antiseptic for you.”

“It will sting?”

“A little.”

“Do you have to apply it?”

“I guess so.”

She pondered for a while, “I am a big girl now. I will deal with it.”

“That is good. Now come here.”

* Written in exact 5 minutes for Five Minute Friday Prompt

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.