Under the radiant skyline
There're families with grievance.
They don't have any wherewithal
As communism took their livelihood.
Like clouds do with constellations, Communists swallowed an industry
By strike, strike, strike.
Now the proprietor is nowhere
And the workers too
While the communists enjoy wine.
#Skylark Challenge 219
Words to be use: COLD, JOY, WEIGHT, TWISTING, PRECIOUS
The last evening of autumn
She is gone, showing just a cold emotion and he hurried to judge.
He was totally absent, looking how the light plays with the colors of brandy, while he was twisting the glass in his palm. A fire accompanied the atmosphere sending golden arrows, making the brandy more intense.
He looked... bewitched by those coppery colors.... those amazing coppery, golden colors ...
It was the last evening of autumn, the horizon seemed to break its line among the trees... the sad, naked trees like petrified, black ghosts on a foggy b...
Skylark Challenge 220
Grandpa sat in the balcony, a warm cup of coffee and the shawl carefully around him. He sat cross legged and looked at the sky. I was next to him. We sat in silence. But both of us knew, what was running in each other's mind. Guess that's what a granda - granddaughter relationship does to you.
The vapour from the coffee made insensible strokes and I was constantly reminding grandpa to finish his coffee. He didn't listen. Or rather he didn't wish to respond. Silenced stretched itself between us and I wasn't liking it. I wanted him to rant, vent out, shout - anything to make himself feel ok.
As I was about to bre...
Roads to success
Roads to life
Life so precious
Life is enthusiastic
People of cold hearted
People of hard
Hard to describe
Hard to deal
Deal with care
Deal with courage
Courage is courage
Courage comes to the bold
Bold stand up
Decision if wise
Decision remains nice
Nice to self
Nice to all
All are not alike
All are not fair
Justice to humans
Justice to animals
Animals are loveable
Animals bring joy to heart
Heart raises in joy
Heart brings good feelings
Feelings like having no weight
Feelings as if in the space
Space to lo...
Skylark Challenge 219
It was a misty Monday morning. Nothing unique about it. The regular routine gripped me and I was trying to find JOY. How can I? I thought to self. Scrolling through the innumerable letters written by my friends, I came across Rebecca. She gave me 4 words to write anything I wanted to. It was a PRECIOUS feeling. The push I got from the prompts, made me the most happiest. I was happy writing mediocre stuff, here and there. At the back of my head, I knew if I ever need a release of pent up emotions, I can come back to the skylark nest. The nest takes away the COLD, distant feeling replacing it with warmth. The WEIGHT is ...
Life is just once,
And so PRECIOUS,
Give up head WEIGHT
Find JOY around.
Don't stand at COLD feet,
What TWISTING time would bring?
Under the starlight Sapphire like flowers are bloomed. The merry making crickets may be disliking my presence. My ears are keen to hear the echos of your footsteps. If I had wings I would reach to you.
It's neither your kettle's glory
Nor the make of your company
That it contains water in side.
Just stop a while and think
What we trees really did?
We never ask to say that splendid
But don't remain threat us
Since we too have the rights to live
That much we beg you Humans.
An old man once lived in a lonely hut among the pine TREES. He had few cats as his COMPANY. During night he used to stand out side with a stick since owls were a great THREATS to his cats. Every half an hour he needed to take hot tea, so his KETTLE was always upon the hot furnace. Alas! One day he died. Later what happened to his cats? Nobody knows.
Like a pretty fish in the KETTLE
He dwells in the lonely hut.
Growing pine TREES're his COMPANY
Nonetheless, loneliness never hurts
But a THREAT behind the hut
That's a volcano which may erect.
She sat upon the rose WOOD chair close to the boat jetty. And was looking at the western horizon aimlessly. The boat was at her visibility. The breezes fondled her GENTLY but nothing could bring her ease. After a while the boat reached at the boat jetty. John and Alice got down. She couldn't control her temper and shouted " One day I will show you my true COLOUR. How long you can deceive me? You thought that your MEANDERING ways I never trace, OK keep it up. Now good bye forever "
Look! Colour of horizon changed
Chilly winds gently pass through
Can you stop your meandering speech?
And bring some fire wood instead.