Nuts to Sense, 50days50styles Challenge – Day 5 (Blitz Poem)

Kick some butt

Kick some nuts

Nuts of steel

Nuts we steal

Steal from stores

Steal some more

More we want

More we need

Need breeds greed

Need will bleed

Bleed with swords

Bleed with words

Words will kill

Words will heal

Heal this world

Heal your will

Will this work?

Will this fail?

Fail yourself

Fail the test

Test your skill

Test your strength

Strength in charachter

Strength of knowledge

Knowledge is Wisdom

Knowledge is power

Power pumps pressure

Power corrupts people

People kill People

People want to rule

Rule like the king

Rule over the wind

Wind will hit you

Wind will knock you down

Down falls the man

Down like the rain

Rain will wash you

Rain will cleanse you

You will then rise

You will be wise

Wise like the owl

Wise with a scowl

Scowl with your brows

Scowl like you mean it

It is getting late

It is making no sense

Sense is gold-plated

Sense is overrated




Bookstores, 50days50styles Challenge – Day 4 (Anagram Poetry)

Bookstores store books.

Books rot rote,

rest sore toes,

stoke sober sobs,

bore berks,

boost eros,

trek roots,

boss boors.

Bookstores store books.

Ps- This has been  the most challenging in the series so far. Not proud of the outcome,  but still push through.

Evolution, 50days50styles Challenge – Day 3 (Alphabet Poetry)

A windy day
Breaks into the
Chest of a
Dying spirit, and
Evolves into a
Firey monster that
Grabs on to the
Helms of his
Insipid dreams and
Jerks him out, and
Knocks him down
Liberating his
Mind which
Now believes
Often, and
Questions to the
Right answers
Set by the
Thoughts of his
Unfaltering mind,
Vacillating no more
With doubts
Xeroxed from the
Years of failures
Zipped inside his chest.

When The Poetry Stops

When the poetry stops
I shall take a deep breath
and then look back
into the eyes of my past
and it shall show me
A forgotten legacy –
A memoir, a gift ;
a curse.
Little pieces of my  life
Latched onto lifeless words
in a symbiotic existence,
breathing life Into each other
Feeding on time
Holding nothing
No meaning, No memories
No questions , No answers
Just a quaint music
Floating faintly in the air,
Like a tune out of an old record
Buzzing in the corner,
and my heart shall go numb
at the sound of the verses
echoed in a million voices
infinite like the universe
Expanding into nothingness
it shall consume my soul
Drench me with its beauty
Soak me with its purity, and
Carry me to a distant constellation
Where I shall close my eyes
And rest

(Written in response to Trifecta Writing Challenge: Week 110 )