PROSE AND POETRY

How They Met

I saw Music in one of the busy streets in our town. In the tapping of the feet of the people who cross the roads. In the bells ringing on the hand of an ice cream vendor. In the blind old man playing his flute. In the cars and cabs with their engines through the tempo of the stop’s and go’s. In the tweets of the birds on a tree that sways with the hush of the afternoon breeze. Music loves to befriend them but somehow, Music was lonesome.

Music has his leisure walk on the keys of the piano, lingers for a while in the strings of a guitar and then at the tip of the drumsticks on one of the parades in our suburban. But still, Music felt something’s missing.

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PROSE AND POETRY

Unknown

He  wants to watch
her asleep
as her
breathing
rhymes with
the chirping of
night crickets

He longs to stare
at her
eyes
like the
stars that flicker
through  the
darkest hours

He wishes to steal
kisses
He craves for her
warm hugs

Yet he was
the sole reason
why at the
dawn — she sobs.

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PROSE AND POETRY

Let Her

She will once again tread
into a far-flung land
in which she alone will escape
from the vulnerability of her labyrinth.

No bags to be packed.
No luggage to mind about.
Neither travel pillows nor comfy scarves will count.

She will once again take a trip with nothing
and no one to load on her back.
She will take it light and slow.

If and only if you will let her to.
If and only if you will let her go.

Entry: Passport

Image from Google images

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PAPER AND PEN, PROSE AND POETRY

Beautiful Emptiness

she got her drafts crumpled twice
pen running out of ink thrice
the words are hard to find
with the one behind her mind

the document remained blank
until in her musing sank
the language at the tip of her tongue
were the feelings she used to hang

she hid the sheets again
and took away the pen
for those unwritten and unseen
she decided to keep within

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PROSE AND POETRY

Chemist Crasher

at this four cornered room, covered in all white
where dusts and prickles are not welcome inside
people on their masks,  gloves and safety goggles
hands that are capable to handle each apparatus

he was but a stranger yet a meddler there
’cause he heard they do research
and yes,
he wanted to interfere.

he acted like a pro
not until he saw her coming
dressed like the others
differs from the rest

pony-tailed blonde hair
tiny strands spying through her face
brown eyes like  umber sunset
like a mocha coffee, he  guessed

lips that made him wanted
to paint the town red
smile that made him found
the happy ninth cloud

realizing this hypothesis
he knew then the fact
that with this reaction
he wanted her to interact

Photo: Pinterest

 

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PROSE AND POETRY

It Was

It was

simple

back then

Pokes are taps on shoulders
Follows are long leisure walks
Likes are smiles that are brighter
Shares are midnight talks

It was
simple

Back then,
Pictures are on photo albums
Under the table
in your living room

Back then,
walls are bricks
with decors of medals
earned from school

Simple as the
“Hi and Hellos”
from neighbors
passing by your home

Simple as the
stories written
on diaries at the
bedside under the moon

Back then

How simple

It was …

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PROSE AND POETRY

Her Poetry

She is an old soul
– to touch and to feel
She lives in sewed words
-to  love and to be real

She breaths in riddles
– to conceal a mystery
She is an old soul
– and you are her poetry

 

Prompt: Passionate

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