Three Sisters

Three sisters

Playful, joyful 

Fun filled siblings, 

In the bay,

Like the waves on the seashore 

Exploring the island 

 

Lamb or beef

Sausages or bacon

Fish or chicken 

All these choices there to eat

Satisfied stomachs

Thanked the island 

 

Three sisters

gluten-free,

vegetarian, 

Fussy eaters

Pinched the chef

To cook on the island 

 

Nosy folks

Fellow vegetarians

Peeped 

Learned the tricks

Forced the chef 

In the fulfilling island

 

Three sisters

Lovely, bubbly

Chatterers

Charmers 

Packed their bags

Goodbye to the island

Evening Dew- Ireland Trip

Beautiful valleys welcoming with evening dews

Misty fogs pampered the mountain top

Moving clouds glittered in the sunny spell

Shrubs in the town swaying in the chilled breeze

Folks were amused by the made up myths

The horse rider was blabbering all the way

In his dreams, he was counting the tip at the end of the trip

Banter and laughs coloured the evening dews

He was calm and carried all the weight

His hoofs were tuning the music of the day

The raindrops wrapped his sight from the path

The drizzles brought his pain to the earth

I tried to withdraw myself from him

He pulled me so close that I could not breathe

I wanted to run away from that crazy love

But my tears rolled and I lost control

In the silence, I wished to walk with him

Maybe I could absorb some of his thoughts

The shows will continue in every scene

I closed the chapter to wake up to the new page

 Meanwhile, I am having a trip to Ireland with a crowd of people, meeting at least some of them for the first time. Within a day they became part of the family with whom I can laugh and joke without hesitation.

Horizon

Flooding in notions

Way up on the horizon

Where to start or to end

Confused self

In the paradise of Ireland

Cheerful faces

Singing and dancing

Felt like the children on earth

Had their chance

To relish the freedom

Blissful moments

Away from chores

Dazzled in the delight

Zipped all worries

Tangoed in giggles

Floating in the ninth cloud

Fluttering wings

With the tiny pulses

Felt like back in the womb

Where I feel comfortable

 Story Theme: At the moment London summer is worse than Indian summer. I woke up in the middle of the night due to raising temperature inside home. I looked through the window and I could see a girl sitting outside the opposite house. I was wondering why she was sitting there at midnight. It took some time to realise that it was a shadow on the wall. That picture inspired me to write about a girl “who loved the sun”

Midnight Bloom

He was warm and charming

Ear to ear whispered around her

Admiring eyes were not harming

When his love was all over her

Seasons turned to tune her moods

He woke her daily with a tender grin

Life was classily flamed in the woods

The height of love with no limit

Waves were forming up in the sea

Predictions rolled of thunderstorms

Up in the air, he shimmered in glee

The hot spell burnt her cheeks to red

Raving heat weakened her soul

Folks were moaning about his huff

Pounding in agony shattered her stroll

One who knows her never cared

Voices carried her way off track

Years of waiting made her frozen

Lost in thought she proceeded to crack

A tale of the shadow near the windowsill

 The true event inspired my writing.

Story Line- With love and care we could change the life of any living/non-living thing

Deserted Heart

On my walk I spotted a deserted heart

Like many, I too neglected, thinking of its lost purity

An echoing impulse,

I picked up the heart on my way

One night stand, the heart was treasured

One night stand, the heart was stunning

One night stand, the heart was dearest

Next day,

Ended up by the roadside with a hole in the heart

Heart was blanched in the storm of dust

Heart was scratched by someone's brace

Heart was aching but no-one took heed

Broken heart,

Whispered its tale to the hand wrapped around it

Heart was cleansed

Heart was painted

Heart was sewed up

Amused in the breeze

Heart swayed with Love