Pandorathon-2-May 2020-Brief Moments

Our moment was brief
Under the pale sun that larked above
Our feet just managed to brace off each other
Hopping over the corals shells below
And immersing into the slippery sands
We etched our imprints until
You  swept me off my feet and rushed away
Recalls  the anchored boat about the tides

Prompt- write something in prose or poetry inspired by "The Moment"  after Margaret Atwood’s poem of the same name which is very pertinent to these times.
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Pandorathon-1- May 2020- Parkside View

We have been walking along the lane in the summer evenings of May. It had become a routine for so called evening walks that our feet got fed up of the crude terrace tops and bylanes and was in search of a new spot. The park nearby seemed perfect and suddenly we almost sprinted even though there were a good four hours to go. The decade old arched gate welcomed us with a creak. We didn’t mind it all as our eyes hovered around the expanse of the park with its lustrous trees holding their guard at every few steps. The orangish tile blockade was dedicated to walking track overlooking the now defunct pond . We took a stroll having a peculiar view of the ice-cream seller pitching his treat to the parents, children crawling into the sands, teenagers posing for selfies and couples looking at the sunset.

We climbed over a ledge to catch a glimpse of the pigeons tip- toeing over the edges of the pond, flowers sitting docile in their bed and the sun slowing descending under our noses. The warm wind fiddled with our hats and moreso our frayed skin, hopefully no one pick us for looking like baked potatoes. We took a break into our water bottles and sat on a bench that was rickety on the ends. An extra  see-saw which had no handles to save from sliding or toppling over near the area marked for cricket.

Thankfully, an old man joined us, and we were balanced in our frame of mind and bodies. He smiled and carefully wiped his spectacles while we offered him some chips. He thanked us and nibbled on few chips joining us to gaze over the children trying some acrobats . “There is a sorrow that lingers in old parks”,the old man said looking around wistfully. “No , don’t think so Uncle”, I murmured. He chuckled at us and pointed out to the extreme corner, “ Look, there was a entire pergola set-up until few years ago, where so many families took turns to sit and gather around . This pond was filled to the brim and the sun shone like a dazzling gold. There was a array of ice- cream, tea, toys, snacks, juices sellers having their entire cart stationed at the entrance of the park.  The kids used to gather around the balloon and bubble seller for hours. The cricket area was once a beautiful garden outlet that was highlight of this park, a witness to many picnics, birthday and  get- togethers.

There were no sections outlined unlike now, rather we liberally walked to the length and breadth of the park, across all age- groups. The tulips that burrow behind us were once the garlands that groomed the entire place . Many of us have had built new friendships that have lasted much more than these new lousy tracks and obsession filled workout set up. The park was a place of rejuvenation once we came back from our work or have a beautiful day with our family and friends  on weekends. Unlike today, most of them are isolated  with the phones or detached to some lingering thoughts to their own. ” Surely as we both nodded in agreement, we knew this was one walk to remember!

Prompt- Use this line in your flash fiction of 500 words-“There is a sorrow that lingers in old parks”,the old man said looking around wistfully.

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napowrimo- 26- april 2020- prompt- ekphrastic poem

With opening Keat’s lines :
"Places you can find love-
It sits around lurking in places".

Places you can find love
It sits around lurking in places
Like me seeking beyond the hues of the sky
At this end
Where I felt everything around me
Is filled with colour
The charismatic sky has worn a blue ombre jacket
Giving company to the car having deeper blues of her own
Even clear blue waters complement them and smile as they swim across below
But I have worn a dull grey look
Seeking for my soulmate who probably lurking in some place
This soulmate of self-love that I seek
Probably she too prefers a coloured personality
I call out to the universe and wish I could also be happy coloured lover
I promise to love her dearly
My friend on the other end waves out
Laughing as I hear his echo
Tells me, you are surrounded by love already
Why search around, see the colourless sky has embraced newness of the blue
The waters below share their joy to every stream and greens along her way
The car to has chosen to immerse herself to some meditation
And I am just like you my friend
Just that you find me wearing a coloured palate each day
As the say " grass looks greener on the other side"
It is only the clouds that you see that hover around me
I am one of your own
Says the rock from opposite mountains to me
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napowrimo- 11= april 2020- language of flowers- stay fit

    STAY FIT
Bathed in sunshine
She patted her long mane
While few droplets of water
Tucked gingerly onto her face
 
The visible tan on her cheek
Chose to hide behind her curls
The ombre on her chin
Rested quietly in swirls
 
Squinting her eyes
She gradually leaned forth
Grabbing a handful
Of dear mother earth
 
She formed a dough
And carefully placed
Under his sore feet
That cruely ached
 
He held her palms
And cupped his face
Soothing her with coolness
Inducing the heat to gradually leave no trace
 
They had vowed to be together
As long as they could be
They worked it out best
For they wouldn't want to be wilted off so easily
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napowrimo- 10- april 2020- Hay(na)ku

Rain

Few dewdrops

The tempting petrichor

Poems

freestyle verses

like flying birds

Love

One message

Has open envelope

Hay(na) ku is a composition that includes – stanza – 1st line- one word – 2nd line- two words and 3rd line- three words

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