Colors on my Canvas

Thursday Poetry Competition hosted by H R Phoenix PC : Pinterest A blank canvas with no palette strokes,a newborn mind with a colorless mind.As white as snow, the mind fills with fragranceof the white jasmine flowers,Pure and perfect of all this show.Mother’s love as safe as white,As pure and clean as white.Thus on a white... Continue Reading →

This girl

MindloveMisery's Photo Chalenge #315 Rough hair and pale skin,Chapped lips and brows undone,Crow’s feet and dark around the eyes,Perfect with her imperfections,She was subtle with no much show.Down the street of reality,Lived this girl,Whose favorite color was blueBut spread more yellow instead. COPYRIGHT © 2019- 2020 Nima Mohan, thetenthzodiac.wordpress.com, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Blue and Lavender/ Poem

The blue delights,And lavender excites.The wind perils,And so do the thrills.Yesterday was a treasure,And today is measureOf all the long roads,That have been rode,And the narrow ones ahead.Today's abode retreats,And maybe tomorrow's too.Today will be history,And the rest will be a story.The world through the windows,Is such a confined one.But the choice-Is always yours.But still,The... Continue Reading →

WORDLE #182

Flying across the omophagous minds,And satiating their inside instincts-That would elate only at the sight of raw meat,And filling their lungs with the stink of blood,She had to succumb to their greed clad thoughts.But to conquer the horizon andUnderstand the indefinite indentations,She had to ignore the forever etched scars.To immerse into the incomprehensible ways,She trusted... Continue Reading →

Blue Love/ Poem for 06/10/2019

The two blue eyes,Since that day,Knew no peace.The fine day when,The sky was blue.The misty mountains,To the north,Wore a blue hue.The gentle breeze,Whispering love to her,Set on a motion,Her blue danglers.She was in love,And the color of love,Being blue for her.Her heart turned blue,The moment she saw him.His eyes in sync with,The blue ocean behind.She... Continue Reading →

The Inverted Universe/ Poem

The flock of sheep Lots of them- I must say. They move gentle, Caring less and caring nought. They know not, That down below, (Or up above,) In an inverted Universe, A dreamer dwells. (Watching and waiting).   A romantic someone, With a dreamy brain, Conjuring a world different- A world beyond the shiny walls,... Continue Reading →

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