Pandorathon-17-May 2020- Every Minute Counts

It was late night, post 1.30 pm
When I heard those footsteps again
He murmured something in tandem
So, I gathered he bought an accomplice to support his claim

I was prepared too, under the blanket I lay
With my ears transfixed to their hissing and whispers
He knelt closely to sneak a clear way
With his accomplice trying to knock off my blister

I had to act swiftly, without them knowing
While they silently tiptoed towards the end
I grabbed the newspaper, rolling
Frantically smacked the hell of them

On my blanket , I found my enemies with their eyes cold, dead
I had slowly turned to be a serial killer of mosquitoes with high risk on errand

Prompt- Shakesperean sonnet. The first twelve lines are divided into three quatrains with four lines each. The poem ends with a couplet ( two lines). There should be fourteen lines only. A single poem only Theme A murder scene, you are the murderer. Reason : It could be anything : you are a serial killer, jealousy, an enemy, a murder assignment, you could be a cop… Play with your dark side. Example : 1. Desdemona’s murder in Othello. 2. Browning’s Porphyria’s Lover.

napowrimo- 1.1- april 2020- self potrait

You work in solitude
Calming your mind to phrase your thoughts
Those that have been pushed to the corners of your heart
The one that you can feel the pulse of life

You work in solitude
Disseminating it for your new found world
Of power and wealth,
adorned by your undivided attention

You work in solitude
Pretending  to be unaffected
You proclaim that you can live without me
Having challenged the destiny to keep me away
Even striking off my presence sans any guilt

You work in solitude
Listing out all the accolades and achievements
Every  merit and credits you earned all these years
The adolescence that paved through the next planned goals
Unwavered by unhealthy opinions and circumstances

You work in solitude
The ego gaining all its prominence
Your passion, success are all aligned today
Not abridged by the lateral existence of me.

I, called Love was dominant in your Life until then
Where we dreamt  about different things together
Spending  hours discussing about different topics
One that we wished to lead a change in this society, in particular, and later the world

We chalked to- do lists, various  agendas
A participant to every activity alongside  you
Then, you began to slowly abandon me
Preferring to stay in solitude or joining others
Coz, I was mere accomplice
According to you, which didn’t garner much likes
Failed to attribute much fame
Nor provided scope for the desired wealth.

I sit now in solitude
In the corner of your disowned heart
Holding on thy veins of hope
For materialistic world may make you rich
Only Love, your ardent lover will stand besides you in the end.

 Copyright © 2020- 7th April by Elvira Lobo
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The pebbles that catch fancy of many with its raw appeal does not leave the shore unless it is washed away by the currents or picked up by a traveller. It does not seek any tribute nor attention though it gets it all once it is a company of a seeker’s palms. Probably I see myself as that wandered pebble who is cascading all odds, all situations of life just in that hope that probably I may find my seeker or he lifts me up forever.

Midnight Calling

The night has befallen, it is the perfect silence that has a intrigued tale. how is it that there is no sense of contentment but rather it challenges to fight each of them everyday giving a cold blooded invite to a murder of dreams, our dreadful hopes etc. This midnight calls for introspection in lieu of the fears that tossle forth as the heart palpitates to prepare itself for another insomniac night