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Prompt: Lump
A Card Up Destiny's Sleeve..
I looked at the
tall dark lines of the buldings
through my hopeful eyes
and the straight stretch
of road passing through
with dim lights pouring
out of old lamp posts
I could see millions of
my footprints there
some laughing , some sad
some jumping with joy
some crying hidden
behind their own shadows..
the stretch won't
be able to have any more
of my foot-prints
as the destiny had played
a card up her sleeve
which I always thought
was in my hands
But that's how we, the mortal
humans play at her hands
often wondering...
A lump in my throat
suddenly made my eyes wet
No, there was none to see
and I wondered did
the stones around
had any feelings...
did they too have lumps
in throats whenever
they witnessed dreams
turned into smoke
going up a chimney
which wasn't coughing
anymore for years now
and a question flashed
in my untiring mind
where thoughts often
danced in different
attires to myriad notes
of soulful music -
did the invisible
smoke of dreams
ever turn into clouds
keen to rain somewhere
making the soil fertile
to grow newer dreams..
I know the answer
Yes, they do...
***
An attempt in Haiku Format too..
Invisible Footprints..
My happy footprints
are ready to fade away;
None will really know
None will really know,
visible only to me;
a lump in my throat..
RS:)
Prompt: Lump
A Card Up Destiny's Sleeve..
I looked at the
tall dark lines of the buldings
through my hopeful eyes
and the straight stretch
of road passing through
with dim lights pouring
out of old lamp posts
I could see millions of
my footprints there
some laughing , some sad
some jumping with joy
some crying hidden
behind their own shadows..
the stretch won't
be able to have any more
of my foot-prints
as the destiny had played
a card up her sleeve
which I always thought
was in my hands
But that's how we, the mortal
humans play at her hands
often wondering...
A lump in my throat
suddenly made my eyes wet
No, there was none to see
and I wondered did
the stones around
had any feelings...
did they too have lumps
in throats whenever
they witnessed dreams
turned into smoke
going up a chimney
which wasn't coughing
anymore for years now
and a question flashed
in my untiring mind
where thoughts often
danced in different
attires to myriad notes
of soulful music -
did the invisible
smoke of dreams
ever turn into clouds
keen to rain somewhere
making the soil fertile
to grow newer dreams..
I know the answer
Yes, they do...
***
An attempt in Haiku Format too..
Invisible Footprints..
My happy footprints
are ready to fade away;
None will really know
None will really know,
visible only to me;
a lump in my throat..
RS:)