In the calm of night
A queer voice broke the silence
I woke up from dream,
A mournful song from downstairs
In quiet night, caged bird sings.
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In the calm of night
A queer voice broke the silence
I woke up from dream,
A mournful song from downstairs
In quiet night, caged bird sings.
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I was sure, I could
go back in time which was mine
with framed memories,
I feel the passage of time
but can never reverse the clock.
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His last conversation
His faint whisper and shaky voice
Now etched on my mind
Nothing is precious in life
Just few moments for loved one’s
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This post is in response to Colleen Chesebro weekly Tanka Challenge
Each day is a hope
In every morning there is scope
When duties become tough
Early morning sun gives me strength
I feel blessed to start new day.
This post is in response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge #9 – THANKS & BEGINNINGS.
Thanks reminds me of being blessed and for me beginning is a fresh start, I’ve used new for the word beginning here.
Sound of lawn mower
Singing myna, hopping sparrows
My haven for writing,
Embracing this form of day
I have fallen in love with life.
Lately, I’ve been noticing this change in my writing habit that stillness of night creates hindrance in my creative writing process. During the day when there’s the sound of life on the street outside my home, my mind remains active.
This morning, when I could hear the sound of lawn mower in my neighbor’s garden and twittering of sparrows on my terrace, I was thinking nothing but this very line that “I’m in love with life”.
This post is response to Silver’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge #5 SHAPES & HEART.
For heart I’ve used love and for shapes, I’ve used form.
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When clock ticks, time runs
In haste my faith remains in
Twittering sparrows,
Their sweet song is a whisper
Smile and wait for a new day.
This post is in response to Silver’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge #3 Hope & Wait by Silver Threading
Tired of this rat race
I want to embrace nature,
No phone, no worries
Glitter of light in the sky
I can feel magical stars.
This post is written in response to Silver’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge #2 Magic & Glitter by Silver Threading.
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