Poets United Prompt- Smell

The first drops of rain,
too small to be seen,
hit the parched earth below.

An earthly fragrance
of wet mud
lingers in the air.

The world:

bathed in myriad hues,

some invisible.

Poets United Prompt- Forgiveness

You barged into our lives
and your arrival was a curse
from the most wrathful of gods,

You were
maybe an old witch,
filled with bitterness,
for benevolent people
cast a ray of light
on your bubble of darkness;
and you were blinded.

You came,
with curses in your mouth
and weepy tales of times bygone,
immersed with sadness so constricting
that you failed to see
the sun still rises in the east.

How could we share your sadness?
We don't live in bubbles so small
that we see only the black within:
we live in psychedelic now.
We fear the darkness
and dread the abyss
we'd be dragged in
if we'd sit with you to listen
to those weepy tales of times bygone.

We are cruel in our fear
and we know it.
Can that in you
which remains untouched by evil
forgive us?

There's a dam in my heart,
of memories, not too old,
of the joy of togetherness
and the pain of parting.

Amazing Grace

Do you believe in a miracle?
Yes I do.
Life is a miracle
So I do.

Life sprang, not from a fountain
but from two humble cells.
How could they contain
what it takes to make humans dwell?

How could a zygote, tiny little thing
explode suddenly
to make every thing
of a creature's body?

So do you believe in a miracle?
Yes I do.
Life is a miracle
So I do.

The Nest on My Window Sill

She flitted across the branch
to the window sill
with twings in her beak
and a motherly air;
and soon enough:
a cozy little nest,
tightly weaved,
of feathers and twigs
and an assortment of things
with a small hollow in the centre.
The mynah sat there for days.

Small blue eggs
appeared suddenly
in that hollow.
The mynah,
still a little fat,
flew in and out,
hovering protectively,
glaring suspiciouly
at the miscreants
dared to interfere with
her labour of love

A few days later...........
Tiny voices,
sqeals, maybe chirps:
some where inbetween
filled the room.
Thin delicate necks
craned for food
and pink hairless heads
peeked out to receive
the nourishment of worms
that would give them
strength in their voices and wings.

The birds flew out,
leaving but one behind.
The nest was pushed out
of the window sill.

Poets United Prompt-#25 Weird

The fly
would fly
in the sky
looking for another fly
to fly
with in the sky
in the sly.

The fly
would fly
in the dark night sky.
He would fly
with his lover fly
in the sky
in the sly.

The Twilight is Meltingly Now

The sky has become
the ripeness of dusk
and soon we'll be draped
in a glittering black blanket
of a starry sky;
and the earth will bask
in the cool light of the moon
that inspires lovers and poets.
The twilight is meltingly now.

Let go

Let the dam of
Emotions break; cast the pretences off;
Tell yourself that it's okay;
Get off your high horse; ease the build-up away;
Or simply put: shed the tears off.