Because It’s You

You came to me in a dream,
A whisper of a memory long forgotten.
Your eyes glimmering in mischief,
Hands outstretched in invitation.
The quirk of your lips hides many secrets,
And promises no revelation—just wild adventures.
And I, your helpless victim,
Always willing to bend to your whims
Takes your hand with faith in nothing else but you.
Drown or float, it was all in your hands.
And when your lips pressed against mine,
I knew there would only be drowning
But it didn’t matter because it was you.



For A Moment…

The splash of colors draw my fancy

Lighting the monochromatic nature of life

With vibrant strokes and splashes of artistry

Visible only for a moment.

But a moment is all mankind needs

To stamp the beauty of nature into their minds—

A precious memory for the tin box

Before moving forward once more

To the beat of their black and white march.

— N

Harvest — A Cow For The Grains

Rustic stains, frenzies, and distressed moos —

A quaint little village preparing for harvest.

Songs and laughter, the day after,

Celebrating Demeter’s boon

From the age-old exchange.

Carnival For The Wicked

Photo Challenge #69, Illumine, July 14, 2015

Title: Carnival For The Wicked

— 5Letters

Hey! Come dance with us!
Throw off your heavy burdens —
Abandon them to the wind.
Grab the closest person,
Twirl and swirl with them
Among the glowing lanterns
Strung up in the air as if by magic,
Lighting all the branches
With an ethereal glow.

Come, have your fortunes read
By the powerful witch of old.
Look how she beckons, like a gypsy
From yon’ stripped tent.
And in her cat eyes she held
A world of promises untold.
Play your cards right
And that curvaceous beauty
You just might bed.

Come! Take a ride upon the Ferris wheel!
Pay your fees at the booth!
Look up into the glowing sky
Or look down upon the gyrating forms —
Shadows and shapes blending together,
Clapping, dancing and singing in joy.
For this is the Carnival for the Wicked —
Something you’ve never experienced before.

— N


Prompt 43 – Wordplay #7
TITLE: Writing


Word prompt
Word prompt

‘What does writing mean to you?’

The question bounces around

my head, doing the

odd dance and flip

every now and again.

I bring the flowered teacup to

my lips, breathing deeply

before I drink — the

sweet scent of the

chai tea, turning the

question over in my

head over and over.

‘Do you really need to ponder

for so long?’ — My

muse question in annoyance.

No, I did not.

I was just going

through the normal process.

To me, writing is a means

of escape from the

dull loop of everyday

life. It was the

delightful feeling of knowing

that I could create

all sorts of worlds,

just by simply letting

my imagination roam free —

as simple as that.

— N

To Hate Is to Love, To Love Is To Hate

I loved you and hated you,

Just like you loved me

And Hated me,

With bitter tears

And tender kisses –

Honey mixed with poison.

The nectar of death

Already fast at work

Brings death at the end of Life.

And your eyes, unsurprising,

Reflects the knowledge

Of what has come to pass.

As our lips part,

So do our heart.

For as we loved, we hated

And as we lived, so we shall die.

Now that our time has ended,

We cry even as we laugh.

The pretense has fallen away

Along with our shackles.

Poisoned lips settled in a smile

More gentle than we have ever worn.

And in the dark with just candlelight

And looming shadows,

The silent kiss of Death

Steals us away.

Victims, we are –

Of our own twisted love.

— N