Hold Your Step Dear Traveler…–Michael Madhusudan Dutta
[Written after Message In The Bottle: End Of An Exile & before and after When My Mind Teased Me: A Day After Am Out of Veil] --1-- So you've come...Come here quickly, inside the quilt. It's cold outside. No, no need to get undress, darling, just come and let me embrace you, let me kiss... Continue Reading →
Daily Prompt: Exposure [Sometime between Message in The Bottle: End of An Exile & the next] Exposure... I whispered to myself and screamed in my mind...for...for...for how many times, I don't know...a sigh leaves me... Exposure... I kicked my leg to the wall, hurting my thumb and the pointer toe...and also...punch on the girth of my writing... Continue Reading →
{A Sequel to The Whisper: Another Day In The Veil}
The mind is disturbed right now; Need fresh air–no it’ll be the breeze…
The poet stopped at this point and looked out at the young winter morning–
Outside of his big poster window…soft mild breeze was touching him–then and now.
The cold has been bidding adieu–a warmth can be felt under the breath–
For the last couple of days…
For last an hour, he is trying to write s’thing different than he had written–
In the present past; he want to write a poem imbued with hope and laughs
Not a sad and dark one with words that are blue and thoughts yellow like a dead leaf–
(That’s) coming out of the marooned feel after the love is gone–
And the posit memoirs in mind and soul…
The poet light a cigarette and pressed the backspace, the first and…
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Daily Prompt: Invitation {A Sequel to A Goodbye Note...} It was silent, when, a soft voice startled me, catching my senses... It's actually was an invitation to be out of my cocoon of being here... I leave a breath, deep inhale it was and slow exhale it is, laziness embrace me-- More tightly; I hadn't... Continue Reading →
Daily Prompt: Exquisite {A Sequel to Second Day in the Veil of Block} It's exquisite--I say to self as the moon rises beyond the mobile tower-- In the neighbor building; the moon is spreading its light, lightening the sky-- Of the city that is illuminated by the bluish neons and yellowish halogens. The poet is... Continue Reading →
Daily Prompt: Unseen {A Sequel to Me, He & a Winter Morning } The winter morning was there long ago--it seems, -- It's the Sunday noon-- I'm still shrouded by the unseen veil of the block...it's being long I had written... As Bruce Springsteen sings "Working on A Dream...", The poet at mirror jumped and... Continue Reading →
Capable Thoughts are flowing around me--lots of it; but, words are not. As I look at self in the mirror, I see am smiling at me; silently questioning-- Are you capable of writing s'thing that'll define the morning outside; Are you capable of giving your thoughts the perfect words they need... I hear a voice; it's... Continue Reading →
