Tag: Journey
Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!
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.
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!
An Artist’s Journey
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
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We are the wary of our own soul
And pretending
We are not defeated
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Mr. Pumpkinhead once told
We held the Red Mars in our hand
And the blue moon which is folded
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We are too gullible
To live in this foxy world
Can be ambushed and stranded
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I know it’s difficult to understand that
Our story is written on the edge of sunshine
But nobody cared or accepted!
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!
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;
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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!
