Modern Classics…

Submitted to One Stop Poetry Picture Prompt.

Image by: Jack

Image by: Jack

 

How would you feel when you see,

A robot speaking as fluent as human

We have always seen a killer one,

But what about a sweet daemon

 

How would you feel when you hear,

Worldly wisdom from a 10 year old boy,

What if tomorrow you wake up and hear,

World is taken over by a small toy

 

What would you say when you see,

A gangster preaching non-violence,

What if you are in a funeral and,

The dead man himself is giving condolence

 

How would you feel when you hear,

Bach producing some rap song,

What will you say when you read a short story,

That’s actually hundred pages long

 

Same goes with the picture above,

It is the contradiction to basics,

Seeing a daemonic mask man playing violin,

Is like thinking of Modern Classics.

 

 

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Think Big…

Submitted to One Stop Poetry ‘s Picture Prompt.

Image Credit: Sean Mccromick

 

Image by Sean Mccormick

 

World sees through a window,

When it has all the open space,

Narrowing down your eye sight,

You’ll think, but it has no grace.

 

Window is just a small opening,

Meant for the troubled hearts,

When you don’t know the target,

It helps you in aiming your darts.

 

But once you master the art of,

Looking through a small window,

You should aim for the ocean,

Don’t always be a minnow.

 

Looking through the window,

And aiming for the sky,

That should be your motto,

Don’t miss to give it a try.

Earth Is The Center…

Article submitted to One Shot Photography ‘s Picture Prompt.

Image by Sean.

 

Photo clicked by Sean

 

Galileo said Earth revolves around Sun,

But here Universe is revolving around Earth,

This is looking like magic, I am having fun,

Will I see this in reality in my next birth?

 

The grass is looking like bunch of rose plums,

Instead of yellow, it has chosen color pink,

The grass buds are clinging like real chums,

Underneath the roots, there is only one link

 

I don’t know why the house has gotten blue,

The stars are gyrating him, doesn’t have any clue

Is it envy or shy that has colored his inside red?

It is the only house on earth, somewhere he read

Footprints…

This poem has been submitted as a response to One Stop Poetry Challenge

A wonderful picture has been given as a prompt to write on.

 

Footprints on Sand Dune. Picture by "Iquanyin Moon"

 

Footprints on sand are as ephemeral as,

A touch of stormy and ever flowing wind,

A water drop standing on a lotus leaf,

And a acquaintance of a person real kind

 

But here it is different I don’t know why,

Instead of vanishing they are embossed,

As if he is walking down below the ground,

Just like the surface line has been crossed

 

Is it magnifying the character of the person?

Who would go the distance for his love,

Will travel the lengths to convey the message,

Just like a message carrying white dove.


Smoking and Poking…

 

Two souls smoking,

Some Cuban cigars,

Beer in the hands and

Looking at the stars

 

One is bald and

The other is blonde,

Sinking in the smoke,

Like a fish in the pond

 

Making different shapes

Square and circle,

Trying so hard but

The eyes getting purple

 

The heart seeking pleasure

Smoking these poles,

But the lungs are crying

Getting some holes

 

The couple in the back

Are chatting to eternity

The image is blurred,

To hide their identity

 

It’s good in all

That they are happy,

I hope smoking is

Just their hobby

 

Inspired by a photo from One Shot Poetry

So Close Yet So Far…

Our lips have met,

But when will our feet meet?

My heart needs you so much,

When will it stop to gleet?

Our shoe laces,

Are waiting to kiss,

When will they experience,

The eternal bliss

My head turns left,

Yours to my right

When will our relationship,

Get real tight?

I want your feet

And mine to match,

Whenever I fall,

You should be ready to catch

There is road ahead,

But there is no tar,

We are so close,

Yet so, so far

 

Inspired by One Shot Photography Sunday