Pandorathon-10-May 2020- U- turn at Traffic Signal

I was late as usual though I was a boss at office
My trusted driver vroomed us through the highway
With my new car addition that got a chance to prove his skills
We almost reached the entryway to the office lane
When we found ourselves stuck at this prominent signal
As usual , I picked up my phone to inform that I was almost there
And that there would be no nonsense taken at the presentation to be held
I heckled my manager a few times on whatsapp
And then jotted down a to do list for the evening meeting
The buzzing traffic seemed longer than usual today
Making me even more anxious and fidgety
Near the pavement, a poor girl looked with eager eyes at the traffic
As though she would maneuver into a different world in few seconds.
Naïve I thought she was and feeling pity, I rolled over the window
And offered her few fruits wrapped in a newspaper.
She smiled and obliged accepting it with poise
Calling her friends and sharing the fruits at the signal.
They all sat down having each a bite of the fruit
While she recited the newspaper contents aloud to them
Catching me offguard, she winked at me and pointing to my new car
She blurted out, “me also, one day” and then the signal went green.
Prompt- You are stuck up at a busy traffic signal. Write a poem (within 30 lines) or a short prose (within 300 words) on anything, person or incident that catches your attention at the signal.
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Pandorathon-4-May 2020- the first cut is the deepest

Within fifteen minutes inside the train,
I managed to wriggle my body into in a corner
Where I was jostled  at every few seconds
By commuters wanting to get off the next station
Or patting my shoulder with repeated tap to move aside
Or forming a group of their own in that square-space
Like I had any choice , all I wished was to reach quickly
As I finally got down, my spiked hair was flattened to the ends
The ironed shirt wore a creased look
One shoelace dangled midair while the other seemed to hold my ankle in a tight embrace
I began to untie them and within a flash of minutes,
I was at mercy of a clobber’s feet and passerby abuses.
At a hurried pace, I climbed the steps and got off the scene
I stood at the bus stop where people looked like they were awaiting for guests to arrive
Few of them squabbled, some murmured in decibel qualified to join the bees gang
I boarded the bus, putting my diving  training perfectly to use
Beads of sweat circled my forehead like a clear set of bejeweled crown
I bought the ticket and stood in the aisle trying to hold the rod
Coz the handles were thoroughly occupied by swarming palms
all ready to play … game
Balancing my feet somehow to the wobbly turns,
I slapped my shirt straight with one hand
While helping a passenger to get his ticket the next moment
Finally, with great hustle, I got down from the bus
Almost sprinting few metres ahead as the driver took off at nanosecond speed
I walk for a while and then climb up to the place
Holding the file, grooming myself neat and prepping up the speech in my head
I find the door on the left with delicately placed words
“Wonderlust Toors and Trawails- guaranteed memorable experiences”
A vivid looking man informs, “ This place is closed, they have  shifted to the other end!”
With deep breath, I pick out my phone- One unread message
“Our new office premises is at the West zone, see you soon”
I led out a huge sigh looking at the bus ticket
Reminding myself that "the first cut is the deepest".

Prompt- Write on the sentence "the first cut is the deepest" interpreting it in any way you want or like, in prose or poetry or as a short story, but ending your piece with the sentence "the first cut is the deepest."
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Chants and Chats

They chant each day invoking the Lords’s presence within them
surrendering all the pain and worries,
desire and fears to Him
in hope that he will heal, relieve
and  bless all of them
but in that momentum they forget to lay
before him the greed and  hate they bear in their hearts.