Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!


Nightmare Of A Summer Painter
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Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!

He was afraid

The pitch was going to be drained

Where time became irrelevant,

Vision had lost its lifetime fuel,

Lyrics of the prime song became insignificant

Bounded by explicit or maybe, implicit rule

*

The summer painter wondered all night

Thinking about the winter road,

Discoloring the substantial amount of ride

Just to sleep in the dream store

What to catch, where to hide

Struggling with overflow of ideas at the universe core!

Butterfly Boy


First time I have written a poem based pre-set prompt by NaPoWriMo. Today’s Prompt is hay(na)ku created by Eileen Tabios. So, here it is.

Journey to Survive

Day 27

Butterfly Boy

Mystery

Chases you,

Leading the sky

*

Reality

Teaches you

How to fly

*

Verity

Shows you

Nausea of lie

*

History

Makes you

Stronger than Butterfly

*

Dreamy

For you

But let’s try!

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An Artist’s Journey


Charles Williams, artist

Day 18

An Artist’s Journey

If I think of one word right now

It would be

‘Exhausted’

*

Walk straight every night and day

And the meaningful lessons

what we initiated

*

We are the wary of our own soul

And pretending

We are not defeated

*

Mr. Pumpkinhead once told

We held the Red Mars in our hand

And the blue moon which is folded

*

We are too gullible

To live in this foxy world

Can be ambushed and stranded

*

I know it’s difficult to understand that

Our story is written on the edge of sunshine

But nobody cared or accepted!

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A Man among the Wolves


A Man among the Wolves

There has been problem with the connection which delayed this post. But ‘Better Late Than Never’

Day 15

A Man among the Wolves

Now anything even with supersonic speed

Won’t ever beat me,

Those blue eyes were right behind the tree

Winking at me,

“Do I have a second for that?”

I asked myself subconsciously;

*

The routine life for the piece of bread

Never elevated my fancies;

Instead I pioneered

The new rooster to wake me;

I happened to be called looser,

Who is running to discover inexplicable breeze;

*

For which path I must continue

The blue eyes seemed to direct me;

The wolves were all around

 Trapping the net beneath;

I wondered why I pulled a gun

Killed the blue eye raccoon to send the message,

That I Am Coming!

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A Monk in Me


A Monk in Me

Day 12

A Monk in Me

I am the bar of

True sensation of color

Who holds

A precious piece of paper

And a goblet of fire;

*

Remembering the scars

Captured inside my memory,

I, once was a monk, should confide

The vengeful mission to raise my agony

And end of this ridiculous journey;

*

I have had a long ride

To pulverize this unrelenting song,

I chew my tongue

To remain silent and strong

Oh…. I killed the monk!

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