I have written prose poetry this time. Hope you like it!
Deserting me in solitude,
With arrogance and attitude,
Abandoning signs of gratitude,
Tormenting me like destitute,
Swearing never to return,
How could he even yearn?
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It’s never too late to begin and we are never too old to set a new goal or chase our lost dreams. Regrets have become a part of our nature. We often keep resenting our lost opportunities but we forget that in doing so, we might be repeating our past mistakes, we might end up … Read more
This is my second take on the prompt given by dVerse. The prompt was so intriguing that I couldn’t resist sharing all the questions that keep bothering me from time to time. Bjorn hosted the dVerse on Tuesday. He was inspired by the “ he book of Questions” by Pablo Neruda, to give us a prompt to write poems … Read more
entrapped by my past I liberated my mind to greet the future
Do we thank enough for what we have? Are we content or do we keep complaining for our unfulfilled desires? Do we appreciate what we have or do we undermine our accomplishments by resenting for our wishes that couldn’t be effectuated?
Past proliferates its reflection on present link always remains Present silhouettes leads its footprints to future link will still remain This post follows the Haiku Horizons prompt for this week “Link”
Here’s another Tanka inspired by Weekly Tanka Challenge – Week 39 with prompt “Old & New” that serves my second submission for NaPoWriMo Day 11 old rules of new game new rules of the same old game some variations some sluggish old traditions life flows with expectations
Our past is responsible to a great extent in shaping our lives- our thought process, our conduct and our attitude. We must understand that life is a mixed bag for everyone. All of us are granted our share of happiness, struggles, pain and success. What we choose ourselves is: how we deal with it? Agony or … Read more
I have written prose poetry this time. Hope you like it!
Deserting me in solitude,
With arrogance and attitude,
Abandoning signs of gratitude,
Tormenting me like destitute,
Swearing never to return,
How could he even yearn?
Thoughts of future whirled my mind, Pain of past seized my steps behind, Past was a curse, Future looked worse, Yet my heart led the path for a fate redefined!