SKYLARK CHALLENGE 148
* EIGHT (8)
I lied to myself, everytime I said
I don't care, I don't feel anything
I lied to myself, everytime I said,
It doesn't matter to me,
What anybody thinks
I lied to myself everytime
I opened my closet and said,
The yellow umbrella didn't remind me of you.
I lied to myself everytime I said,
When the clock struck eight I didn't wait for you.
I lied to myself everytime I dressed our son up,
In brown tuxedo and purple caravat
His looks I wished didn't resemble you.
I lied to myself everytime I said,
Our dog didn't wait for you sitting at the doorstep every evening.
I lied to myself everytime I disp...
* Umbrella * Cravat
* Eight* Dog
"Rainbow8 : A short story"
Monsoon have its own Beauty. In the usual hustle on the street, one can find unusual sightings. At times touchy.
As I was walking down the street, I saw a little girl with her DOG. It was a 'dalmatian'. She was wearing a nice 'colourful' CRAVAT.
It was a beautiful weather, light showers along with slight sunlight. I had put down my UMBRELLA as sunshine grew. I saw a 'rainbow' above.
Kids love Rainbow. So when I told that girl to look at it, she did not react. I got curious as to why she was not surprised.
'She can't see it as it is, she'...
The emptiness that I feel
As I trek through
This latter part of my life
Is unmatched by any other.
I am petrified
To continue on alone
Yet on I must go.
I have made
Many a sacrifice
To get this far
And I think I deserve more.
But that is the magic
Of this life
Each day is a new beginning.
And I have hope
That one of these days soon
Will begin with y...
His mind's PETRIFIED
Life long SACRIFICE went in vain
Walk and TREK came to an end
Yet, like a MAGIC dreams on the way
May fill his EMPTINESS with joy.
Don't enter into my way
From you, it's far away
You and me are poles apart
Can't travel by the same cart.
Yours simply rejoice
Mine is sacrifice
Yours just walk
Mine is trek
Yours just emptiness
Mine is goodness
Yours is magic
Mine is logic
Don't come to my way
Our ways are poles apart.
#SkylarkChallenge 147 | Entry2|
What could he say,
To the enormous being,
Standing in front of him,
Staring into Emptiness.
He sat on ground for the being,
Didn't enjoy the sky or the clouds,
The biggest Sacrifice he ever made,
Just to stare at the stranger.
He wanted to make friends,
But so Petrified, he was,
He didn't know what to do,
Else then Trek around him.
He could except a little Magic,
Even though he was so small,
And wanted to befriend a giant,
Because he knew one thing,
Friendship knows no boundaries.
Even if he is Crow,
Standing in front of a Cow,
They could be friends, even if,
He himself doubted and thought,...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 147
Words: Emptiness, magic, trek, sacrifice, petrified
A RIDDLE IN LIFE
When I was young excitement kept driving me
Making me spin like a dreidel gone wrong
Pushing me, pulling me, spinning me crazily
my parents would moan, oh what now has she done
deep in the woods when no one was watching me
just me and the forest as it whispered its magic
I would go on a trek, climbing my favorite tree,
Jumping and laughing without worry or fear
'cause no one was near
because no one was near
They sent me to school telling me to be real good
And God how I tried, how I fought to fit in
nobody there could seem to connect with me
Being petrified within the emptiness
Trying to propel self into trek .
Is futile those sacrifice already made,
Yet expecting some magic to happen,
If there be a life ahead .
#SkylarkChallenge 147 #Entry 1
Sacrifice, he just made,
No one knew about it.
Emptiness, he just felt,
No one cared about it.
The Trek of his long life,
Never seemed to end.
So Petrified, he was,
Of being himself.
He played with Magic of time,
Yet, he felt so alone,
Because he was nothing
More than a Clock, meant to be,
Hung on that same old Wall.
The pearl of shyness.....
The nacreous of your pearl,
Above the Sun through your rain droplets,
Splitting on white florets,
Makes up for a light bouquet,
Under which I'd colour you the shiest of red,
N blushiest pink!
Thinking mine is tunnel vision
Covering both sides seems hard
Standing in the midst of enemies
Nothing comes to mind firmly
Holding a weapon by hands
Planning to escape somehow.
Skylar challenge 146
Escape from the tunnels of self-destructive thoughts was not easy, neither it was easy to bounce back to life as if nothing happened.
Fighting each day with myself was even more enervating but I brawled with my inner self each day, sometimes winning, the other times losing.
Eventually vanquishing all the negativity with weapons of my willpower.
Today firmly emerging as a champion.
Champion of my own life,
Master of my own mind,
An admirer of my soul.