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The caged lioness

Silent screams in the head
Tears full of rage
Hopeless faith
Things beyond your control
Yet people who maneuver
Play with your life and jeer
Your despair an entertainment
Dare you try to escape
You will sink in the quicksand
Hands reach out and you try
To hold one and come out
Little did you understand
Those hands want to fling
You back in
Mind games from afar
And yet when you try
And retaliate, you are the
Biggest villain, in the eyes
Of those who matter
Try and forgive they say
But what should you forgive, pray?
Because if you wipe your heart clean
They will douse you in mud again

 

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Divine Gift

I was only a girl with a million dreams
Making it big, earning loads of money
Marrying a really nice guy and seeing the world
You were a part of the plan
But one that kept getting pushed
Because I had so much to do
Before I was ready to meet you
But time started slipping away
And I had to see you soon
For I knew not when it would be too late
The day you were conceived
Was probably like any other
But the day you arrived, was definitely
One that changed everything for ever
You bestowed upon me motherhood
A role exasperating yet divine
I would cry for all that I had lost
And rejoice for all that I gained
As you grow I face new challenges
And learn new lessons
One day I will tell you how proud
You have made me
Till then let me yell at you

 

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bestow/”>Bestow</a&gt;

Tiny Tales of Time

Wake up, dress. Go to the hospital. Sit by his bedside and read to him his favorite books. For seven years she had been doing this. Time that passed did not matter. If he fluttered his eyelids it would be a mark in the time-stream.

 

The bulldozer finally unearthed the debris. He was gasping but alive, holding his precious baby. The minutes, hours days of darkness had finally brought forth the light and the faith he kept flickered in his breath.

 

The clock would chime eight, dinnertime. Mommy would place whatever she could innovate with the ingredients available. The five pair of hungry eyes at the table waited, wanting more.

 

She thought it was him across the room. Yes it was, he looked a bit frayed, the years had caught up with him, but still handsome. He had caught her eye too and walked towards her. Then a lovely woman swept up to him and he turned on his charm. She turned and walked away, nothing had changed in years.

 

Wings

Holiday More Rock Summer Woman Girl Young Woman

 

She stood there on the brink
Melancholy and miserable
Everyone she knew had left her
She thought of all the wonderful times
She had had during her lifetime
And her earliest memories
Tugged at her heart
She would always stand
No matter how hard she fell
And that is how all her friends
Remembered her
She sighed a long deep sigh
And then looked up to the skies
Now was not the time to give up
It never was her style
She jumped off the cliff
And flew towards the unending horizon

 

 

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Women’s Day? What’s that?

They erase me when I am still in the womb

Burn me alive for dowry

Tell me to stay indoors

Even decide on the length of my skirt

Appease their egos by submersing mine

Abuse my body, wreck my soul

Leaving their filthy footprints behind

And one day in a year

Leave glorified messages on their

Social media accounts

Thinking they have righted all wrongs

What is Women’s day to a man?

Let me try and understand

Is it a day when he does not look down upon

His wife, neighbor, niece or boss

Or does not pass those lewd jokes around

Is it the day he finally regrets

The black eye and hurtful words

Or is it the media circus with which he rolls

Trying to show what a great man he is

Why regale to celebrating me on just one day

Treat me equal and all days shall be ours

Together to celebrate

 

 

 

Spectator

They came to my grave
Weeping and whimpering
The backstabbers, traitors
Lie spreaders, losers
Foul mouths, turncoats
They wanted to be besides me
When I rolled the high wave
And quickly deserted me
When I went down
They called me a friend
And envied my very being
I saw them snigger
In corners and laugh
When I turned my back
But when I was on a roll
They cam and shook my hand
I knew their ugly faces
Behind the smiling masks
Jeering at my successes
And wishing I would fall
I stayed afar and withdrew
Deeper into my shell
But they hung on like leeches
Getting under my skin
I tried to shake them off
But they got into my system
And the world wondered why
I was so lonely despite
So many friends
I saw them at last
From beneath closed lids
Sniggering over my possessions
At each other’s throats
Thankfully the drama
Was at its curtain call
And I was just a spectator
Away from it all

Wavering Compass

The directions are clear

I want to steer myself that way

Make a career, get a life

And all the goodies along the way

The plans I have chalked out

Never work out the way I want

The diversions and distractions

Are often unsought

They shape me though into

Making choices, bringing out

In me the strengths I am unaware of

The compass of life is always

Wavering towards the unknown

Making it sometimes rough

And sometimes pleasantly fun

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/compass/”>Compass</a&gt;

 

Booties

She counted the rows and made the turn
And then she patted her stomach affectionately
As if to soothe the baby within, hush it lovingly
She put aside her knitting and slowly got up
Time to feed the cat and exercise the swollen feet

He wanted to be home soon, to be with her
She tired very easily and maybe he could help her
The third trimester almost over, she was anxious
And he never went far for work, in case he had to rush
It would soon be time, for the baby’s arrival and their
Anxiety mixed with excitement would soon culminate

It was as if it could see outside and envisage the love
It was about to receive to the simple couple
They would be caregivers (as they said)
And provide him with love, or so it hoped
Then it saw the knit on the table and sighed
A sigh of contentment and smiled in the womb

 

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<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/knit/”>Knit</a&gt;

 

 

The Hand-pan Group

Everyday the posts were filled with complaints

Of music being played far outside the compound

“It’s disturbing”, “We cannot study, or sleep”

“The decibel is too high”, “What are they celebrating today?”

“Why is there so much noise?”, They ranted on and on

The revelers carried on unaffected, far from the ranting crowd

There were some who could just not bear music, any kind of it

And there were some who downloaded an app

To check the decibel level at their floor

The war on music and silence went on everyday

Then one day a soothing sound slowly entered the realm

A group of hand-pan musicians, played on

Unaware of the hostility of the society

But soon like following the Pied Piper the residents poured

Into the lawn and stood, mesmerized by the notes

And all the resistance gave way to joy

Smiling faces took pictures and videos and posted on the group

Music to one is noise to another, why could we never accept this

And let each one enjoy the music of their choice and just let it be

 

 

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/percussive/”>Percussive</a&gt;

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