Napowrimo – 11- Et tu Brute

  He came home from work,
Tired and dizzy
Switching on the tv,
He grabbed the leftover popcorn and plonked on the couch
She walked past him twice with baked muffins,
He sniffed them but brushed them away.
The lights slowly turned dim to his barely opened eyes,
He saw her carrying a heavy bag towards the door,
Reaching towards her , he took few steps forth,
A loud thud was heard, Et tu Brute what do think what happened next ?

 
 
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Roseate sonnet – Creepy Tale


Leaves whispered to the woods
as the night grew on the earth
close to the lamppost
across the street.
The long deserted road
charred with stones
grinded itself
under the wheels
An owl sat in the corner on the rooftop
pensive on an old barricated house.
Remains a mystery as no visitor passes this way
On this day, this vehicle had dared to so
Stepping and opening the gates of that home, He walked inside
Even as the night grew afraid of the gory tale that was in store.

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Unperturbed

He stormed out in anger
In full rage that he wouldn’t look back
Furiously he walked on and on
Until he reached a secluded place
The graveyard
He cried out in desperation
Shedding all his grief
To the cold tombstones
Who silently witnessed it
A mortal, unheard
Had not even a spirit to comfort
He closed his eyes shut
Embracing more darkness in a already dark night
Breathing to breathe his last.
Distracted by a strange light
He opened his eyes to see the culprit-the dawn
And closer stood a frail shadow pointing out to him
” life is still better for you, go seek it yourself,
For now get up, that tomb is owned by me!!!”

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Remote Control


The tv screen flashed a bizzare  news            
But the owner of the remote flipped to change
It zoomed to a fantasy fable for children
Little giggles followed each action
But a few seconds later, just when the cycle sprang over a rosemary   
The owner of the remote flipped to change
To a full house buzzing with pop songs
Guitars and drums raised their vocals aloud
The medley and jamming was scheduled in a minute or two
Just then the owner of the remote flipped it to change
And just when the epic saga was to be unfolded
The owner took the fuse off.

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NAPOWRIMO- Midnight Lullabies

She curled and winced
Her feeble cry could hardly be heard
Only a soft echo reached the walls
Sweet little baby wailed again
Her cheeks turning pink
And eyes tired with the burden of tears.
No one attended her, not even sighted a glance

Ignorant people too busy into their own
Then a soothing voice was heard
some ancient lullaby was recited aloud
In this cold midnight, the sweet little baby cooed to each verse
cuddling to her comforter of rhymes
she slept off peacefully
absorbing the lyrical potion dedicated to her
the lullaby was heard even from a far distance
But the singer remained plainly invisible.

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