Life ‘Inception’
Riddle wrapped in Enigma
Prehistoric pen shrieks
Echoing Like
Tunnels in Labyrinth
Reflecting tales of illusions
Time follows the quest
Of Unreachable stars
Struggles and failures
Bleed into Hope
The cycle Continues.
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I was enchanted by her beauty
the first time I saw her.
Laying there with her silky velvet body,
crisp skin,
fluffy red cherry-lips tempting enough to caress.
One soft bite of that
cheesecake took me to heaven.
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People imply that it was
Black magic
that ate her up
like worms eat up the woods.
She was transformed
From an elegant glowing beauty
To
an awful filthy mess.
She had flesh on her bones
but no impulse.
Like a lifeless corpse
her face turned pale black,
her soul departed her body
taking away the shine
in her eyes.
She was Dead for
the world.
No one knew, except me;
she was bitten by ‘Life’
And I swear
I heard her silent breaths !!
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A post written in response to Daily Prompt: Do you Believe in Magic?
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O’ Moon you were the spectator
of year that passed by -leaving
cynical ages behind.
Of wounds that were made
which aches and tear apart my soul
are everlasting !
Of broken dreams that scratch
these wounds hard
and the brimming blood
nourishes my heart.
Of wishes unfulfilled that
pricks like thorns,
cuts like a sword; sharp and fine.
Of the rains of my fate which
were destined for someone other’s home.
Of the grave that lies
in a corner of my heart where
un-listened prayers sleep.
Of the un-heard moans and sobs
of my injured heart that
spoke through eyes
alas! no one was there to read.
Of my eternal search inside
myself – The search of self
search of The Divine.
Of the enduring solitude
Of the withering bliss
in the spring of my life.
O’ Moon you were the spectator
of metamorphosis that de-colorized
my life’s zest from
white to Black and shades of grey.
O’ Moon I am scared
Of the abyss I have to jump in with
open eyes and wide arms but
crying heart and stinging soul
in near future.
O’ Moon be my guest
hold my hand and walk with me
through the vexatious path
towards the ultimate future
where each step pierce the countless
blisters of my jaded soul.
O’ Moon can you endure
my feelings pure?
O’ Moon can you give me
your shoulders to cry on ?
O’ Moon can you bear
the dilemma that is near?
The moon smiled and spoke
words that I am in a habit to hear.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea”
And veiled its childlike silver face
underneath the blue clouds
on the limitless sky
where a new year was beginning
just as a ray of hope
rises through melancholy and gloom.
A dark room
Full of spiders and
Piles of gold and Money
Ruby, Emerald , Diamonds
Lustrous Treasure
And he trapped inside
Tired was his body after
Searching a way out
Tired was his soul after
Searching for life
A vivid hallucination
Occupies him
How many fat lies
He has spoken
How many innocent people
He has betrayed
For the same money;
Lying under his feet
It can’t buy- eternal happiness
Nor can it buy
Love and friendship
No calm good night sleep
Not even his freedom
Regrets amplified
Embarrassment multiplied
His incessant repentance
All his life, He ran behind
A void abstract glitter
That was gone
Cursed of being Rich
With gold and diamonds
Around his body
He died of ‘Money’
Long before his death
By hunger and thirst.
A post written in response to Daily Prompt: You’re a Winner!
White Shadows 