#2021AprilPADChallenge

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The Road Back Ho(me)

The Road Back Ho(me)Those tranquil tall trees. That vivacious verdant valley. The bewitching blissful breeze. The weather’s dauntless dilly-dally. The hills hiding homely secret. The river’s rushing rhapsody. The fresh fragrant flowery blanket. The birds’ mellow magical melody. The road back home may be winding, yet each turn takes me near. Memories in my mind keep rewinding- home brings warmth,…

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My Quest for the Lucky Clover

My Quest for the Lucky CloverThose dramas once awoke my curiosity, I took the endeavour to search the lucky four-leafed clover amongst the grass and fallen leaves. I found the clovers smiling at me, but none had four leaves…alas! I caressed them with love, not giving up yet – hope was alive. But those little heart shaped leaves shied away from revealing the one,that supposedly brought luck in…

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The Sunflowers

The SunflowersThe sunflowers await a tuscan sunrise, to give us a bright blooming surprise. And as the sun travels in an arc, they can’t take their eyes off sun’s mark. They move their heads once in a while, as if they’re spreading a golden smile. The bees and butterflies come to greet. They hover or leave- again they meet. Though pollens of joy take time to spreadDon’t wait for a sign…just move…

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Goodbyes are lies

Goodbyes are liesGoodbyes are lies we tell ourselves, to pacify the turmoil in the heart. We never let go of our memories, though they bitterly tear us apart. A wave of hand doesn’t mean letting go, when eyes hold onto the last image. Tears that flow inwards floods the soul- it’s a mess of love, hatred and rage. If summer breeze sends shivers within, if cold makes your hands warm. You know…

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The Cry of the Clouds

The Cry of the CloudsMay weather grumblings of grey cloud, whining and sighing- complaining aloud. Filled to the brim they want to escape, as if they’re held onto by their nape. And then without any warning sound, they burst and scatter all around. The earth gets drenched with their tears yet lovingly embraces all their fears. It’s okay to let go of the burden of heart – It wasn’t yours to keep…

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Spirit of Silence

Spirit of Silence– Remix for Portrait of WordsMy heart’s silent cadence – darkness introduces to me, the spirit of silence… I often hear what I can’t see. While the city buzzes below, I stare around from the rooftop. I feel time silently flow, I smile a bit, I stroll and stop. My curious feet are quiet –my shadow is asking me why. City lights blinking bright –a few twinkling stars in the sky.…

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Time will come again

Time will come againI tried capturing a butterfly through my camera lens. It simply fluttered by leaving me in suspense. I kept trying for a while then I gave up the chase. It wasn’t worthwhile to run all over the place. As I stood under a tree, a little bird flew by. Perhaps it glanced at me. Perhaps it saw me sigh. A smile came on my lips, as the bird stopped to pose. Happy were my fingertips,…

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The Trapped World

The Trapped WorldTragedy is merely news until it befalls us. We wake up so late that we miss the bus. When amplified party music fills our ears, peril tiptoes near… uncertainty appears. We get trapped while acting blind. The demon slowly crawls from behind. There’s no way to escape this mayhem. We have to suffer and endure them. Hope we learn from mistakes past. No trouble has ever been too big…

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Thinking over thoughts

Thinking over thoughtsWhat do you think of a cloud of thoughts or a dense clouded thought? A fleet of passing moments or a fleeting moment? A barrage of questions or when a question barges in? The silent screams or the scream of silence? The shattered dreams or how the dreams shatter? The ailment of body can be treated, but not the fractures in one’s sanity. The devil ain’t hiding somewhere deep-…

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Who are you?

Who are you?Who are you to judge my choices? Why do you give unsolicited advice? Let me fall- you can laugh out loud, then watch me work hard to rise. Just let me be...let me take the risk. If I fail, I shall own my mistakes. Then you'll see how I gradually learn from my pain, regrets and heartbreaks. Question mark is a hook with a full stop- the questions clasp unto the mind. Can't I find my own…

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Appointment letter

Appointment letterTen years ago I used to teach. All memories are still fresh. I felt proud whenever I said, I'm teaching at my own school. Perhaps that was my last chance when I utilised my qualifications. Now those degrees don't matter- they're mere letters printed on paper. But why... you may ask?You see...big city has bigger problems. People are more, jobs are less. Tough competition - race…

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Camouflage

CamouflageOne April morning with cozy sunlight, I sat outside admiring the sight. The shrub shook slightly I observed, A chamelion cautiously appeared. It’s tail was long and head high. It glanced at me like a spy. The brown chameleon began to change. It’s head turned red- it looked so strange. It stayed unnerved as I gazed on, while matching the brick wall it sat upon. Camouflage is a…

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Bagheera Behind Bars

Photo credit: My phone gallery Bagheera Behind BarsThe kid in me loves to visit the zoo, but how they live makes me sad. Why they're there, they have no clue and that's what makes it really bad. I came across a cubical cage with a restless black panther pacing.Such a majestic beast in outrage, it was downright cruel and debasing. I couldn't have dreamt such misfortune for Bagheera who was free…

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Sinking Boat with a Heartbeat by Zarina

Sinking boat with a Heartbeat by ZarinaNo man wants to leave his home but few are forced to move. They can’t stay – they must roam. Their existence others disapprove. Huddled in a overcrowded boat, they set sail in hopes to survive. Without food or water they stay afloat, till nothing is left to revive. Till the last breath…last heartbeat, they are desperate to reach ashore. Someday again loved…

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Hope to meet again

Hope to meet againSome cities don’t like to sleepSome love to silently hibernate Some are comparatively cheapSome have high-rises at high rateSome prefer the quiet countrysidewith lush green surroundingsSome prefer what big cities providedistinct metropolitan thingsThough they say men make citiesbut cities too make few great menFrom simple things to complexitiesWe move to live…hoping to meet…

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An Incomplete Story

An Incomplete StoryNeither all stories are true nor do all have a happy ending. Sometimes we may find a clue Sometimes it is teeth grinding! Life is one long zigzag story - our characters are long or brief. Consider your role transitionary,If destiny is God... time is a thief!© Taruchaya2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 15Prompt, write a _____ story poem.