Faded pearls.(Mirror cinquain#1)

Grey rose, cold labyrinth, camouflaged the last drops, of morning fog and kept it safe. Alas, wind gusts, quivered the dew drops and they shone, like pearls kissing the sun, and faded in, the sun. ~Mayuri Srivastava~ Hello everyone , I tried to write a Mirror cinquain . I don't know why but I felt … Continue reading Faded pearls.(Mirror cinquain#1)

Gloomy eyes.(Cinquains#4)

Her eyes, gloomy and black, caged in her abstract world, follows me like some trail of long, shadows. Her eyes, pair of black holes, feeds on my cells like leeches, sprawled between my brows and scrapes my reasons. Her eyes, with injured stare, makes me ponder about, my unknown crimes and follows me, everywhere. Her … Continue reading Gloomy eyes.(Cinquains#4)

Chaos of life.(Butterfly Cinquain#2)

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)

Housewife.(Butterfly cinquain#1)

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)