Sleep-time

closing

the shutters down

as day’s first light appears,

lighting everything which is dark-

sleep-time

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Sand Haiku

slipping away fast

its a temporary feast

grainy sands of time

~

scooping up some sand

each single grain stands apart

eyes squint against sun

* Written in reponse of Haiku Heights #262.

Sacrifice Haiku

bleeding crevices

soil enriched with sacrifice

a lifeless body

~

sacrificial pier

stains of grotesque history

fade away with time

~

sacrificing lamb

look of knowing in dark eyes

death is singular

* For Carpe Diem # 241.

Run Away

Copyright – EL Appleby

“Oh God, save me,” he was running away from some scary creature with a long wide trunk and small tusks, that were very much hidden under the shadow of the massive muscular monolith.

“How is it running so fast?” he glanced back and found that this elephant look-alike creature had hooves for his legs and…, “Has he got a black and white rear with a tail?”

His heart was throbbing and he couldn’t run any longer; all his concentration on the beast. He didn’t notice the valley looming before him and thence, he fell down, waking up from a dream.

* Written in response to Friday Fictioneers challenge and that too when I am half asleep.

Light and Dark

The thoughts of light had come to haunt her once again, when she was safely cocooned in her darkness.

“Why? Why do they come back?” she cried but there was nothing she could do. She had to face them because they were as real to her as her darkness.

She had left any hope for a bright future and was finally accepting her light-less fate. After falling down again and again, she had accepted her defeat against her demons who were now ruling her from within.

“Let me be alone. Let me be.”

The white glimpses of the happiness, the word she had forgotten, wouldn’t stop tormenting her. They were there to kill the very essence of her soul.

“Please go away. Please, I beg you,” she whimpered, suffocating in the brightness of those thoughts.

They were the instruments of her demons only to end whatever was left of her.

.

*Written in response to VisDare Writing Prompt.

wordle challenge- nude impression

the nude impression

of the sylph,

adorned with

the power of enticing lust

and the beauty of touch;

the incarnation of Aphrodite,

gifted by Persephone;

departing

to the seamless darkness

underground,

away from the world

of somatic tethers,

away from

the blinding light.

Know more about this challenge here:-

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/05/26/prompt-5-wordle-challenge/#comment-5805

she sat on the creek’s bank

she sat on the creek’s bank

waiting for

the time to come by

whence

she could open her hair braid,

put away those restraining ornaments

and

dissolve in the waters

and flow away

to meet her destiny,

to meet

her cay.

After writing this piece, I came up with an alternate version which is like this:-

she sat on the creek’s bank

waiting for

the time to come by

whence

she could reach out the distance,

immerse herself in the waters

and

dissolve away those fears

and fly away

to meet her destiny,

to find

her way.

Note:- For those of you who do not know, I have published my first poetry collection, which is completely free of cost. You can find the pdf version here-

The fragrance of the pouring rain

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