Day-26 NaPoWriMo-2020
Prompt:Almanac Questionnaire
The slight breeze licked the salt of the brows
while the hibiscus felt the caress on its red lips.
The red tiles on the slopy roofs gleaned after the heavy drizzles
and afternoon siesta were disturbed by the squeals of mating squirrels.
A childhood dream, inspired adventurous streaks
creating a hunger to find hidden treasures
in furrows and burrows and hidden nooks and corners.
The walls of the village church were masterpieces
with designs and symbols of unknown feats.
Weaning away from the adventures,
Mills and Boon added to the hunger
The dreams became images of tall, dark and handsome strangers
What an irony! A conspiracy indeed to promote the knights in shining armor.
I remember the struggle of wearing a saree
to impress the three knots tragedy
Leaving the ambiance of flesh and homely moors
finding life outside the harvested fields.
We are walking on thin ice" the print media predicts
And I remember "I Miss You" embossed on some letters
Searching for a unicorn in the drudgery my mind finds solace reading old books.
The borders are in chaos, hungry mouths measuring distances
To reach their homes and dear ones,
Some bullet shots are ready to ward away demons.
The green tapestry on the delta is waiting for the monsoons
and the paddy fields and brooks are hungry for the heavenly drops
I too dream of sultry images
Weaving rhymes in sequential verses.
The season for love
Participating in : http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-6/
Prompt:Almanac Questionnaire
The slight breeze licked the salt of the brows
while the hibiscus felt the caress on its red lips.
The red tiles on the slopy roofs gleaned after the heavy drizzles
and afternoon siesta were disturbed by the squeals of mating squirrels.
A childhood dream, inspired adventurous streaks
creating a hunger to find hidden treasures
in furrows and burrows and hidden nooks and corners.
The walls of the village church were masterpieces
with designs and symbols of unknown feats.
Weaning away from the adventures,
Mills and Boon added to the hunger
The dreams became images of tall, dark and handsome strangers
What an irony! A conspiracy indeed to promote the knights in shining armor.
I remember the struggle of wearing a saree
to impress the three knots tragedy
Leaving the ambiance of flesh and homely moors
finding life outside the harvested fields.
We are walking on thin ice" the print media predicts
And I remember "I Miss You" embossed on some letters
Searching for a unicorn in the drudgery my mind finds solace reading old books.
The borders are in chaos, hungry mouths measuring distances
To reach their homes and dear ones,
Some bullet shots are ready to ward away demons.
The green tapestry on the delta is waiting for the monsoons
and the paddy fields and brooks are hungry for the heavenly drops
I too dream of sultry images
Weaving rhymes in sequential verses.
Participating in : http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-6/
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