Colours of the rainbow

I still remember
How happy we were
Dancing and singing
As we painted the blue sky.

I still remember
How quickly time flew
When I was in your arms
As we painted the night sky.

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The dying harvest

You came at me – unbidden
Robbing me of any semblance
Till I was a blathering fool
Left alone to deal with the carcass.

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The downward spiral

Once a year you come like clockwork
Leaving me stranded, confused, anchor-less
Feeling all feelings of loathing, hatred and anger
Which further blocks the channel of creation.

Once a year you come to remind me
That writing is harder than I had made it out to be
That it is better to give up now then later
And save yourself the heartbreak of failure.

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Between the shadow and the soul

As the shadow protects and hides
Does the soul reveal and attack
Where shadows show false but safe paths
The soul takes on dangerous journeying.

To hear the alluring music of shadow
Or the embittered words of the soul
Should one not regroup in the shadows
So the soul may battle again in the morrow?

Between the shadow and the soul
Lies the extent of the human war
To go one way or the other
Is the sum of all experience.


For December, I will be writing stories based on prompts I have gotten from friends, family, friends of friends and some generous people on Twitter. Thank you Saumya for this prompt.

With makeup on and off

A dab here, a brush stroke there
Perfect face. Now a touch of red,
Some flowery scent, a quick head tilt
And all is in place.

Go out there, entertain the crowd
Go out there, bask in the applause
Go out there, lose yourself
Go out there to break, to recreate.

Back, back to the green room
Get the cream and cotton out
Dab, wipe, dab, wipe
Half face done.

But wait right there!
Under the harsh yellow light,
With makeup on and off
Who is she?

Without the stage and the audience
Who is she?
Without the applause and adulation
Who is she?

With makeup on and off,
Who is she?
Is she the mask of makeup – ON
Is she the mask behind makeup – OFF.


For December, I will be writing stories based on prompts I have gotten from friends, family, friends of friends and some generous people on Twitter. Thank you Mrinil for this prompt.