Joust.

 

light-man-swing

 

What happens when the words

run out dry?

We rush into dreams,

that speak to scream out loud

unspoken words jousting

for a say.

The nights are here to stay.

tejaswiniaura

 

 

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Silence

A new post up!

After a long time!😯😊🌻❤️❤️❤️

Silence, an old friend!

tejaswiniaura.

ANCHORED.

A new format!!

Trying something new!😊🌻❤️

A picture says a thousand words,

New picture poem , ANCHORED !!

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A PICTURE

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A POEM

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picture credit Pixabay

Anchored.

The door lay ajar,

knob twisted apart.

A ladder hung from the ceiling

swaying gently, as if heeding,

the unvoiced .

Curtains billowed in icy winds,

froze innards grim

Anchors lay strewn across

buried half in earth,

while bits, pieces flew around,

it was me.

A story weighed down.

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Picture credit Pixabay

Enough!

The Words walked down the dark alley,

A furtive glance here there.

Shuttered windows, shaded corners,

shadows lurking, gory smiles,

mark frosted trails in their wake.

The moon hangs low, it’s silver glow

entwined in nightmarish grime.

Street lamps flicker, with an

otherworldly stamp.

Sadness seeps red in bricks damp,

voices in horror clamp.

Hooded eyes, hidden pry

for a stumble,a cry.

Teardrops fall from grey skies,

The Words, drenched,

scurry away,

They have had enough.

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Picture credit Pixabay

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