Turmoil, anxiety, tumult and confusion

A roiling catharsis making for a curious fusion;

Brightness, Dusk, and Glint

Life, Indistinct.

ourtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#94

Sun, sand and sky were but accomplices willing

Putting out displays so seraphic and thrilling

An orb, a still mass of water and a canopy of azure blue

Paying paeans to Mother Nature in a manner wonderfully true.

 

Every element of cosmos teaches a lesson while laying out a vision

Entreating humanity to broaden the perspectives of their thinking horizon

Every blazing star unfolds secrets every night

Beseeching us to observe hope taking flight

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#92

It curiously began at the pool into which she plunged headlong

As creeping stealthily behind her, he suddenly & playfully sounded the gong

Coming out of the water but with fire in her blazing eyes

When her palm firmly made contact with his cheek, it was not all kisses & apple pies

 

Then the bloody crab at the beach scurried out of the sand and pinched her big toe

Making her rant, rave and curse, hop, skip holler and bellow

Sensing a chance for redemption he whipped out the magic tube of gel

It was too late before he realised that instead of a salve from heaven it was an irritant from hell

 

The last straw was triggered by a bottle of potent and expensive red wine

On a cool and breezy evening most appropriate to leisurely drink and dine

When the waiter came to their table and asked, “Sir one for the road?”

The inebriated fool with a stupid grin replied “Yes please and also one for my lovely toad.”

 

The battered and bruised black eye couldn’t sense relief with neither ice not spray

Everything had gone haywire in what otherwise was to be a romantic getaway

Oh, everything had gone awry in what otherwise was to be a romantic getaway

(Word Count: 212)

Written as part of #TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya

Treating both agony and ecstasy as siblings strumming up a bitter-sweet symphony

Venky couldn’t care less if the world around him fell apart, so long as there was macaroni;

When life threw a curve-ball, and dealt him cards that welcomed misery in a loop

He chooses for his heart a sigh or a shrug and for his soul Fresh Onion Macaroni & Cheese soup

Macaroni Macaroni what will the universe be without delicious you

Macaroni Macaroni you are too good to be true!

All the materialistic wealth and comforts that he found himself severely in a lack

Brought neither rue nor regret for he found divinity and tranquility in Beer Cheese and Mac;

Headaches and heart breaks could bludgeon him but never bury him in a dark hole

For Sloppy Joe and Macaroni were his ever reliable saviours manifesting in a Casserole

Macaroni Macaroni what will the universe be without delicious you

Macaroni Macaroni you are too good to be true!

Fair weather friends and frustrating foes who otherwise could be a handful

A plate of Mexican Macaroni Salad and presto! Serenity trumps over the vengeful;

When it seems that the whole cosmos is going Topsy-turvy with fate doing many a flip

Venky just takes a long hard breath before digging into his Mac with Fresh Veggies and Dip

Macaroni Macaroni what will the universe be without delicious you

Macaroni Macaroni you are too good to be true!

(Written as part of the February 2019 Writing Prompts put up by Putting My Feet In the Dirt website)

Call me a nomad, a mendicant, or even an aimlessly meandering soul

Brand me a wandering ascetic bereft of all concepts of either fair or foul;

The world for me is now an inexplicable sphere of chaotic welter

Where thoughts, deeds and words make for a messy grid running Helter-Skelter.

 

Impervious to bliss and ignorant of pain

I am an empty hollow within which all emotions lay slain;

Thus when accosted by armed assailants seeking to induce dread

I calmly said “Let him strike me who he thinks can kill something that is already dead”

 

Helter-Skelter they ran with their guns and knives

Some tale that to narrate to their wives!

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt

Furrowed eye brows and a creased forehead

Pages spread wide open but no message is being said

Yet another mediocrity packaged as a self-help offering

This one exhorting the reader to wake up at 5.00 A.M to do her thing

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt

 

 

(Photo Credit: Sue Vincent)

Knowing neither the subtleties of similes nor a metaphor’s essence

Casting aside logic and caving not to rationale and its neat set of rules;

With impulse for a cause and spontaneity as a natural consequence

The heart charts an unpredictable destiny using its own set of tools.

 

Inventing the arrow, Artificial Intelligence and everything in between

Paying obeisance to cold protocol, laws of nature and the tenets of mass assembly

With competition for siblings and monopoly as off-springs to continue the reign

The brain creates its own future observing neither the dictates of glory nor infamy.

 

Castles built by the calculating machinery of the head lay destroyed by the complex mechanisms of the heart

While Fantasies woven by an energetic and love-struck heart are rend asunder by a ruthless head;

Reconciling the tug and push of these two warriors calls for the mastery of an ancient and painful art

A task that has left many a component of humanity confused, tired and at times even dead.

 

A dose of John Steinbeck for the mind & a generous measure of Scott Fitzgerald for the soul

Vonnegut to calm racing thoughts and Hemingway to lend a measure of equanimity

Orwell in the morning and Huxley at night in an attempt to plug the gaping hole;

Always having the antidote of Dostoevsky to guard against the perils of dangerous vanity.

This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt – Imagination curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.