Cave

 

Cup and Plate

cup of steaming tea

and you telling me stories

cookies wait on plate

Tuesday

There will be a name that you would fall in love with. It could be anyone. Or it might even be no one.

However, on a busy Tuesday, that name would reappear in your mind, and how hard you might try, you can never stop yourself feeling vulnerable to it.

Traffic

I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month 2019. 30 Poems in 30 Days is the target.

The Day 8 Prompt for #NaPoWriMo is to think about the argot of a particular job or profession, and see how you can incorporate it into a metaphor that governs or drives your poem. 

I decided to go with the frequently used jargon in corporate sector - Traffic, and brush it with a touch of romanticism.

let us be stuck in traffic

and the hours just speed by

may all routes be shut down

we're in no hurry to fly

amidst all the disturbances

our eyes would never lie

the world might come to a standstill

but, we're in no hurry to fly

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Ooty

I have counted mists like pearls on seabed, careless, beautiful. A slight drizzle, and my counting broke.

I woke up with a jolt. Nathan was sleeping peacefully beside me. It was just yesterday that we reached Ooty, but it seemed a lifetime now.

I walked towards the mirror. Outside it rained. Inside, parched. I touched the glass, and the surface reverberated. As the ripples died, Nathan was smiling at the other side.

I stepped into the mirror, our souls met. Behind, two bodies rested on bed. Lifeless.

We should have held on, trusted ourselves. In death, however, we united.


#99wordsfiction

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