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.

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In a Spot

Her sunshades flickered on the window panes of a parked SUV, a Corolla Altis to be precise.Her brown eyes waited with bated breath through the grey lenses while she adjusted her bag, fidgeted with her skirt. She braced ahead to find him suddenly leaning against the bonnet. A casual tee , fitting jeans and a leather jacket completed his helluva look. She stopped at her tracks to find him still, and slowly bending to tie the carefree lace that danced on his shoe. His gaze met hers as he pulled himself up against the breeze.Then he lunged forward in quick strides while to a confusing horror,she froze like a piece of ice.


Peach shaded shirt became the cynosure of my eyes, the crisp linen on his broad chested shoulders rolled up casually into his roque arms, fairly enjoying the cool quotient set by few buttons opened lurched by my heart to skip few beats. The peach fabric played naughty by lazily resting on his strong frame letting me get a peak of his amazing body that had slowly started leaning against mine!


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!


the eagle tattoo on his hand
the crease  on his sleeve
the wrinkles on his forehead
the dimple on his cheek
the half pouted lips
the few grey strands of his hair
a handsome hunk who is waiting for his turn at the podium
to brief about the rising temperatures and global warning  etc