Reclaim
Rekindle
Rebirth
A beautiful prompt for the new year 2023 by Poet's and storyteller's united
Resolution
 |
Rising
from water
I
rinse my soul
Of
uncleanly remnants
Belonging
to a rabid past.
I
emerge calmer than
the
wind which breathed
Life
to my nose
Regaling
gales which knocked
my
wind before
will
just leave my soul sour
I
pledge to do that no more.
Fresh
start
From
ashes apart
Will
bear fruit
Only
if you stop being everyone’s favorite fool
Be
ugly, Be astute.
What is cozier than a
Comforter on a cold day
A glass of hot chocolate
Steam slowly rising
Kindled by the warmth of your smile
Bleeding heart
Don’t let it start
It will never stop,
Till it one day drops.
Then please bring out the
harps
and the orchestra and what not.
Nature or nurture?
Just cannot escape these
vultures
Feasting on the flesh of my
heart
At one point I just let it to
rot
Forgetting they were cannibals
after all.
So better to bleed boldly
My love and care and worries
Along with the hemoglobin
Towards humanity & you
Than zombify myself
And project coolness
Only to be lifted on a coffin
On the way out.
My
Bloody heart beats for you
&
Bleeds for humanity
Bends down for humility &
Bombards for atrocity
Blood is a sign of oxygen
pumping
Bathing out our concern in a
Bright red colour.
Pain is a sign of growing
Past the vultures
Who are a sign of success.
Keep feeling
One day it will lead to
fruitful action.
For PSU's Prompt - Ordinary.
Is there anything more
humane?
Than a man mourning
the mundane
Yet finding comfort in
routine
Quite routinely I must
say.
Wanting to reach for
the stars
From earth his leg
goes far
Is there a more
humbling force than gravity?
The elegant equalizer
Electromagnetically
pulls into
A simpler direction –
Inward.
The outer pieces of
the puzzle
Are easier to solve
But as we move inward
We find in ourselves
the good shepherd
Giving out the true
reward –
The meaning of it all.
You would be amazed
To know
What you thought was a
maze
Was just a craze
Caused by your dire
daze
Only within the
ordinary
You would find Life’s
dictionary.
The lines of your palm
Are laced with napalm
You will keep
searching for calm
Yet your hands will
keep you warm
From a world full of
harm.
Your path you walk is
only yours
Your umbrella cannot
protect you
From the puddles
underneath
You will weather the
wet &
Become a bonafide vet.
You will survive,
You are destiny’s
child
The roads you walk
will
Always be the ones not
taken
Not out of sheer
rebelery
But an innate sense of
revelry
So child!
Don’t rely on fate,
Your destiny is in your hands.
is what I would want my palm reader to say xD
