Passport# daily prompt# Cinquain Poetry

calm mind,

Silvery moon,

twinkling stars, blissful breeze,

soothing song, the passport  for a

blessed sleep .



Darkness of the soul # A HAIBUN

A slight fear ran through my spine hearing the sharp roar of the lion. The family of the lion consisting of four cubs were resting by the tree. It was mid afternoon and the climate was sultry.This might be the cause of their agitation, I think. I remember the fascination these visits to the zoos brought me when I was young , but I experience a different sort of emotion bothering my mind now . Invading their territory and confining them to cages ,so ,to please ourselves , seizing their freedom to suppress our fear , human, making himself the supremo of all beings over the millions of years of his existence have understood the ways to exploit every creatures for his selfish needs. The thought that I am one among, affect me deep . Just when I was watching , the four little cubs started to roll over their mother to playfully pull her tail , the grin look of their father never bothering them. Will the cubs ever know the primitive life of their forefathers?

             confined in darkness

          suffocating the senses

        will light free the soul



Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 27 – “Light & Dark”

Rondeau Poetry// Elixir

The life that holds the core of this soul,

with a sagacious energy to attain the goal,

and cherish moment of joy and smile,

to journey the passage of this life’s mile,

as the time and experience make a roll,

to breath and evolve as a whole,

and defeat the failures that tent to troll,

to glorify victory with aplomb and style,

To please the core of this soul,

When success adore the life as sole,

and long for an elixir as an eternal foul,

and silence the conscience with a wile,

to enjoy the luxury pleasure  for a while,

to fall in the evil dungeon of hole,

To please the core of this soul.


Pantoum  Poetry//Purple umbrella.

All alone she comes

to stand by the bay

yearning in her eyes

 gaze fixed faraway,

To stand by the bay

solitary in the crowd

gaze fixed faraway

lost to the world,

Solitary in the crowd

holding her Purple umbrella

lost to the world

her name known as Cinderella,

Holding her Purple umbrella

with a velvety voice she hums

her name known as Cinderella

all alone she comes.