the ring of world
where we go
round and round,
where we clamber
the highest mountains
for everything material,
to put up a drama
on a porcelain stage
drenched in water
of fate
*Written for Trifextra Week Seventy-Seven.
put
Joy Haiku
curtains put aside
the conscious stirs to wake up
joyous morning rays
~
touch of joy on skin
walking along aimlessly
rhythm of foot steps
* For Carpe Diem # 240.
* The first Right2Write Prompt is open for submissions. Do participate..
she sat on the creek’s bank
she sat on the creek’s bank
waiting for
the time to come by
whence
she could open her hair braid,
put away those restraining ornaments
and
dissolve in the waters
and flow away
to meet her destiny,
to meet
her cay.
After writing this piece, I came up with an alternate version which is like this:-
she sat on the creek’s bank
waiting for
the time to come by
whence
she could reach out the distance,
immerse herself in the waters
and
dissolve away those fears
and fly away
to meet her destiny,
to find
her way.
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