Lips’ Conundrum

 

the lips mumble and go silent

when the bricks fall apart,

one by one: a pile of a life,

striking each other to

demolish some and let

the rest create a conundrum

 .

he has been a mook, a chancer

scavenging for gold in garbage

none do understand, none will know

that his is a life lived tomorrow,

present is a hive of expectations,

past is what has been escaped

 .

that has lighted up the bulb:

a 50 watts power, gleaming

when it goes dark, haranguing

to itself, none to listen, none would,

the bricks keep falling, the eyes

drop out, and the lips now mum

to let the story reach its end

.

(Art by Gabriel Neffke)

Written in consideration of Photo Challenge #16 at Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie.

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Ecstasy Haiku

ecstatic flowers

the green leaves swaying in trance

immersed in the rain

 ~

immersed in the rain

muddy puddles on the street

brighter everything

 ~

brighter everything

monsoon winds bring smile to lips

ecstatic boy runs

* For Carpe Diem # 252 Ecstasy.

Aki Chikashi (Autumn Near) Haiku

silent noise around

a lonely stroll down the street

finding my way back

~

looking at the sky

warm sun caressing the cheeks

lips begin to hum

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 234. I know these haiku do not particularly match today’s theme. But it resonates with what nearing autumn means to me. The end of summer for me is the time when I can go for a stroll around in the city; being solitary even when I am am surrounded by a crowd. Autumn here is quite different; the trees do not shed leaves this time of the year. It is not so beautiful but it is beautiful, for it also marks the arrival of the major festivities. I now remember the autumn of the last year- it was peaceful, and it was a respite from the difficult time. I smiled, I talked to people- there was an unflinching voice within me reminding me of what I have been through and cautioning of what would happen in the future, but still I found some really good moments. Today at this stage I long for them, like when I was at that stage, I longed for a further gone away past. I have never been able to understand my longings for something which has gone or for something which resides in my fantasies. But it is so and I live with it everyday.

Haunted

The rusty door creaked open.

“The house seems to be abandoned since forever.”

“It is spooky.”

“I like spooky things,” he held her hands grinning like a fool, which she adored and entered their abode for the summers.

“There will be so much work to do.”

“I have called for the workers. They will come tomorrow and make the place livable for us.”

They had reached the center of the lobby and took a look around at the ancient tapestry and crimson walls in the mid-afternoon light; the floor was bare but for a carpet bathed in dust and a grandfather-chair in a corner.

“This house is not haunted, is it?” she meekly asked.

“Oh yes it is.”

She gasped at the mad look in his eyes and that cruel smile, she had never seen before. She trembled from within as some red fluid appeared on his lips and he snarled.

She ran for the old rusty door but it was somehow locked. She hastily looked back but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh god… oh god…”

A loud banging sound resounded from somewhere. Tears appeared in her eyes, “Please save me… oh please!”
“What has happened to him?”

She crouched down still at that very position and felt a dull ache at her chest.

Some one was coming for her; she could hear the footsteps, soft but not silent on the carpet. They sounded distant. She was in a dream world; sweaty, her entire body numb but for the sharp pain at her chest and her ribs.

“Are you okay, darling?”
“I was just joking with some help from…”

She felt a soft touch on her face and she looked up at him, into his eyes, now completely normal, gazing at her with fear or was it love, she did not know. She closed her own eyes shut, never to open them ever again.

 *Written for the Trifecta Challenge.

Chudail: Creature of the Dark Hours

bright and entrancing

black seductive eyes,

nefarious as night

long flowing hair,

bloodless visage of

the corpse,

smeared red

the swollen lips,

with the torso

of a hyena,

she rises at dusk

walking across

the abandoned lands

on her retral feet,

snarling her

long-pitched intonation,

the young maiden

travels through

the night in her

drab grey apparel

looking out

for the lost souls

to prey upon

and subject them

to her succulent mouth;

the chudail

of the dark hours.

Poetry prompt:- Creature creation 

Violet Juice

Violet juice dripping down

seeping through the lips

gritted through the canines

down it flows to the chest

 

gives the pleasure at its best

the sipping of intoxicating wines

a quite shudder at the hips

the head be dazzled with a crown

 

the beautiful lusty juice

through the body, running loose.

 

P.s.- Its my own poetic form- three stanzas, rhyming scheme being ABCD/DCBA/EE. I haven’t named it, as of yet. I am open to suggestions.