Mountains, placid and quiet, camouflaged chaos of life. Zoomed in , he captured mysteries divine. Swirling waterfall , swaying green trees, gurgling brook , hopping deer, melting snow and, time thawed. ~Mayuri Srivastava~ https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/05/17/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-274-5-17-22-ekphrastic-photoprompt/Click on the above link to see the prompt.I wrote this poem for Collen M. Chesebro's tuesday prompt which was to write … Continue reading Chaos of life.(Butterfly Cinquain#2)
His glass, broken and old, echoed his other half. The one he hid in the closet, of fear. ~Mayuri Srivastava~ I wrote this cinquain poem in response to Sadje's #Whatdoyousee prompt. Hope you will like it.A cinquain poem is an unrhymed five line poem and it has two syllable in first line , four in … Continue reading The glass and closet of fear.(Cinquain#3)
Photo by Nguyen Huy on Pexels.com Jasmine, soft and fragrant, floating with moonlit night, wrinkled and fell with the breaking, sunlight. ~Mayuri Srivastava~ I tried to write another cinquain poem. Hope you will like it.A cinquain poem is an unrhymed five line poem and it has two syllable in first line , four in second … Continue reading Jasmine and it’s pride.(Cinquain#2)
Photo by Rafael Albaladejo on Pexels.com Behind the closed door, was her tiny garden, where bloomed the rare weeds, wild and strong. Behind the closed door, was the majestic web, the web of all possibilities, that she had spun when she was a kid. Behind the closed door, was her castle of card, which still … Continue reading Closed Door.
Photo by Roxanne Shewchuk on Pexels.com Chapped hands, and brittle nails. Trail of unending dust, dreams rotting under pile of clothes. Wings clipped, in the cloak of duty and love. Maybe it is love or, chains that she needs, to break. ~Mayuri Srivastava~ https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/05/10/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-273-specificform/Click on the above link to see the prompt. I wrote this … Continue reading Housewife.(Butterfly cinquain#1)
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Raven,on my window,spoke of clouds on my brow,pouring rain, torn umbrella and death cloak. ~Mayuri Srivastava~ Just tried to express my feeling by writing a cinquain poem. A cinquain is a poem composed of five lines , the first line has two syllables , the second line has four syllables … Continue reading Death Cloak.( Cinquain#1)
Image credit; Tasos Mansour @ Unsplash The tree weathered, and it's leaves withered. The birds delivered the bruit, about it's crooked boughs and root. The dilapidated look repelled the birds, and the tree turned crestfallen and blurred. The shining stars danced in the majestic sky, and the meteors showered high. The innocent but crooked tree wished for … Continue reading The tree wished for infidel love.
Photo on Pexels.com Dreary gust of wind,turned smoldering woods to flames,and flames turned to ash. ~Mayuri Srivastava~
Flower from my garden. Every time I looked in their eyes, all I saw was a distorted image of mine. Room without windows swallowed me every night, all I could hear were the echoes of my cries. My mirror broke into pieces, so I believed everything they said, burnt myself with the fire they gave. … Continue reading Distorted.
Photo by Ahmed akacha on Pexels.com Clad in her brown saree, and crown of earthen crock, she trails the path of rock, now brown and parched. Propped on her bony hips, the brown hair tot quivers, when he sees sear river, and her damp eyes. Back in her brown hut with, bare shelf and tumble … Continue reading Brown and Thirsty.