Pandorathon- 5-May 2020- TEN TO TWO

It was ten to two on the watch
And time was slowly ticking by
Somehow every tick matched my pulse
Making me more than anxious
After all, It was my first date with him
The table was set with muffins and tea
a tissue box and a flower vase
setting the perfect vibe I dreamed of
I heard a tick – tick and click-click again
This time , it wasn’t mine, but from the other end
He had arrived and took his seat
I looked down fidgeting with the seam of my top
While he chuckled and started a conversation
The tea simmered our concerns
And moments were savoured with bites of the muffins
It was almost five past thirty
When many childhood memories were recollected
Untold secrets were shared
List of favourites were chorused
And future dreams were prepared
There was a tick- tick and click- click again
But, it wasn’t me or him alone
Together we matched just like our walking sticks
Wandering one step at a time
Prompt 5- "A strong gust of wind blew out my/the candle" Use this sentence to weave your own literary piece around it in prose or poetry.

Copyright©2020-4th May by Elvira Lobo (All rights reserved; unauthorized use prohibited)

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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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Their mutual admiration is just fresh like henna,
drawing them closer through chords of love.
Soon, the henna may fade away,
but serves as a reminder.
Once it is gone, you may soon forget about it,
But that tender love is designed permanently
 even though it may be  speck or be covered by your expectations!

Cafe Coffee Day

It was late evening that day, when finally we met again,the cold war between us was eminent in the form of ice tea on the table
the mad rush hour of the cafe couldn’t supress our voices that bellowed inside minds
the cushioned couches and the soft music lined a lot of creases on our forehead.
After a hour or so, a mumble came out,”He was not meant to be mine”…

In thy name

If love had a heart,wouldn’t it melt like ice,dissolve like salt and spread like fire
yet our inhibitions forsake us to let it pump in one
the enormous heart is divided into pieces by this love
but we lose it, to keep it for us
have that innocent one become ferocious and wanted
that later it turns away and brings sadness
all in its name for no fault
coz we wear only a piece of heart of love