*Wings *Echoes *Sapphire *Starlight
Butterflies : A short story
It was a winter night. I was sitting outside my tent in a forest resort. The tent was large enough to accommodate everything a full suite can have. It wasn't dark at all as sky was clear and glowing in the starlight.
There was dim decorative lighting around as this resort often serve people who come here for their honeymoon. This place was no less than a favorite destination of many.
My eyes suddenly caught two butterflies out there dancing with each other. As if I was witnessing there pure love. Butterflies were blue in colour and environmental l...
Under the starlight Sapphire like flowers are bloomed. The merry making crickets may be disliking my presence. My ears are keen to hear the echos of your footsteps. If I had wings I would reach to you.
It's neither your kettle's glory
Nor the make of your company
That it contains water in side.
Just stop a while and think
What we trees really did?
We never ask to say that splendid
But don't remain threat us
Since we too have the rights to live
That much we beg you Humans.
An old man once lived in a lonely hut among the pine TREES. He had few cats as his COMPANY. During night he used to stand out side with a stick since owls were a great THREATS to his cats. Every half an hour he needed to take hot tea, so his KETTLE was always upon the hot furnace. Alas! One day he died. Later what happened to his cats? Nobody knows.
Like a pretty fish in the KETTLE
He dwells in the lonely hut.
Growing pine TREES're his COMPANY
Nonetheless, loneliness never hurts
But a THREAT behind the hut
That's a volcano which may erect.
She sat upon the rose WOOD chair close to the boat jetty. And was looking at the western horizon aimlessly. The boat was at her visibility. The breezes fondled her GENTLY but nothing could bring her ease. After a while the boat reached at the boat jetty. John and Alice got down. She couldn't control her temper and shouted " One day I will show you my true COLOUR. How long you can deceive me? You thought that your MEANDERING ways I never trace, OK keep it up. Now good bye forever "
Look! Colour of horizon changed
Chilly winds gently pass through
Can you stop your meandering speech?
And bring some fire wood instead.
There in the end of the autumn,
When Sun rays gently touch
While I saw a lonely house in the hill.
Then I walked straight to that
By a stone I unlocked the door, Entered in with the light of the Sun.
Frightened mouses ran around,
While I saw an iron door ahead
As if the repository of secrets.
The entire house being creaked
When I tried to move forth
So I turned back to home.
He said calmly "Life is yours so is the decision .I'm nothing in front of your beauty. Once I was also handsome but an accident spoiled everything. I don't have any future now . So you marry someone and lead a happy existence ". She became angry and said "I'm seeing handsome in your heart. For me, you are a gift of God. Happy drops fell down from his eyes. He pulled her close to chest and hugged her.
Skylark Challenge 213
Here is my entry:
The Leather was the same - of Shoes and the belt. His Character was like the belt - spineless. But, what Reflects in the society is the porcelain chinaware, sophisticated house, rich look and loads of money and he is noble for life.
His unpolished leather shoes
Improperly tied laces
Upon which his character reflects
What's to give him
Is it chair or hair?
That's you to decide.
Will you come under the leafless trees?
Before this autumn turns away.
With fallen leaves we make a house to dwell in
And a child of mud too.
Let me see your inquisitive art
Like forming ghost from the smoke.
Words to be used:
The autumn is here
like a newborn child,
with eyes so inquisitive
you ask yourself why,
should this child be yours?
when you have nothing to offer to it
but your bare arms and
fired up from your anxious mind.
These thoughts fly up in the air like smoke,
making its way up to the skies with its blackness.
The leaves, now dried up and orange,
have fallen into my hands,
I touch the rough surface
promising it a new life
when autumn ends.