Lullabies and sobs

Where angels fear

Their wings to spread

More broken glass

They gently step, toes bleed

Blossoms dare not

Throw open their petals

Lest they surround

Cursed arid graveyards

Not a drop of love left

Dead lies

Culture of a civilization

Relics of a history valiant.

Quiet lay the infants

Cradles rock in rhythm

With each blast in town

Gunshots, familiar lullaby.

Unseen blue sky

Veiled rainbows

Behind black clouds

Stars rimmed with wet black

Never twinkled in dreams.

Where only weapons had voice

Mothers were hushed sobs

EACH STORY

Aura around new flowers

Ferns and other things green

A mere glimpse of these

Most fulfillingAcross the window

Mind creates a wide world

Welcomes the beautiful

Everything needs a new look

Stains left by passing timeIdentified, washed clean

Weeds uprooted; scars retained

Droplets of rain try to soothe

Dull! not needed!

Unenthusiastic look of it

Sun chooses some to dry

No turning back

Never nudged by the horizons

To stand up strong

Never met by the moon

Who pretends to sleep

Stars hid among clouds

Battle within goes on

Nothing equates each trial

To any other tribulation

Much remains unknown

About the flowers now wilted

Each story unique

For unique reasons.

Assurance of warmth

Seeps through the fissures

Carved along the shivering high walls

Once confident; moss and dust now owns;

Bonds the disjoints in the blocks

Of determination, that tend to float away

Garners together withered memories of wins

Forgotten triumphs, lost directions.

Myths unfold, well crafted stories erase

Rise Sun like, golden rays radiate

Gulp down the irks, live the true self

Let the world gape in awe.

Warmth repaints the faded colors of inside

Frost thins out, wild glory uncovered

A pebble like, but dazzles

Energy accumulated in each drop

To surge, shine and be strong.

by

Sherin Mary Zacharia

on the picture prompt

Writing Prompt Four
prompt4

for

https://creativewritingink.co.uk/writing-prompts

The beholder

Above the curves winding up

Where the large trees stop growing

The golden yellow leaves leftunruffled by the wind.

Mist descends while tea is boiling.

Fried, roasted; smells the air

Tangy sauce on olives from oven.

Songs, noise unlimited.

He watched it all

With eyes never met by other eyes.

Nobody saw him ever.

Amidst the dance and music

Men and women did not hearNight’s faint cry for life.

The mud was patted back to sleep

He saw it with his green eyes

And hid in his grey coat

Wearing a mask of silence.

Nobody saw him ever.

Woods, river, fragrant white flowers

The ghats snoredwith the streams, their stories

Washed, the wrong of the knife drowned

Now corrected.

Memories may live or not.

Up like a rod, agreeing,

A grey fur tail moved away.

Mist thickened; wild murmurs not lost

Embers tried to sleep

Smoking, the night waited for the dawn.

A quick dash; into the darknessOf the undergrowth.

Morning wore golden dew drops

On the blades of grass

That hides the night’s secrets

And marks made by muddy paws.

A jeep rumbling uphill

A red light on top

Warming the lazy courtyard

He closed his eyes tight.

He had seen nothing

Nobody saw him ever.

Quiet remain the mountains

Dead, the valleys below

More or less the world is the same.

Stains, marks on the grass

Licked up, erased and dried.

The mystic cat was gone

Leaving short harsh purr,

Covering unfound answers

The buried recent, as always.

inspired by http://www.walkthroughindia.com/…/indias-mysterious…/

Mindful Mind

                                                                     

A weary longing

For your hands to lift me up.

My weak joints drag me.

Will you remember me in your prayers

                                         before dinner?

My imaginations they call hallucinations

Can you be my voice and allow once

To hydrate my scorched tongue?

When each bud blooms

Honey bees dance, mango smell looms.

When each human smiles

The whole world lights up.

With all doors open

Butterflies glide in, fill every space with

                                                     wonder.

A bowl of hot porridge and a pinch of salt

To keep my heart warm, an unknown.

I did not go live nor was my name among

                                                 newsmakers

But you know I exist, obscured

Somewhere in the thick dark shadows of

                                                        misery.

A stranger on my own turf

Will you pass me a glance mindful?                                  

How much is too much?

Mountains made to give way

For speeding cars and magnetic railway

Need a tunnel and the parking bay

They have better life standards and pay.

Tall buildings, other manmade wonders

Climate changes; many species’ murder!

Rivers were stopped by force

with dams; diverted from their course

Water trickled along like a lame horse

Into towns, their taps leaking or worse.

Better services everyday

A world of comfort they say!

Hills which once had sheltered villages

Now beheaded to aid smooth passage

Of aircrafts that land with men and baggage

Needs; not luxuries of modern age.

How much is too much

That erases world’s diversity as such?

Over the green fields that once were

Moved a shopping mall there

Exclusive stores, multiplexes and more

Food courts and wide game areas to score.

Development, more jobs

Nature’s unheard sobs!

Onto the shore the waves crash

With all their might and wipe off trash.

Corals and fish choke and perish

Glaciers melt, life’s mysteries vanish.

Disasters on earth, new viruses challenge

The wait is over,  nature unleashes its revenge!

The Survival guide

The Survival Guide

Nest had kept them safe

Until the storm raged.

The dry leaves no longer dry

Rain had found its way through.

The tender wings now heavy

Wind echoes the frightening sounds

Clouds seem to flock the sky

Grazing the entire night.

Wait is all that remains

Believe, a warm Sun will rise soon.

No matter how bright the day shines

The dark clouds condense and

Then shower their power.

Outlive! Outlive each time

To survive!