Tag: #Promptwriting

A Moment in Time

Plunging rapid roars

Tempered by the brook below…

Sunrise hues beckons.

Haiku copyright @ Goutam Dutta

https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/05/17/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-358-plunge-and-rapid/

https://only100words.xyz/2021/05/13/three-line-tales-276/

This Veil of Smog

Doomsday! Doomsday!! Doomsday!!!
This is what every blob of cloud seemed to say.
Mankind was on its way.
Advancing slowly, but certainly towards doom’s way!

Not a single tree now survived.
In a land that was once lush green.
As mankind aimed to propel itself towards the sky.
A jungle of concrete, on land grew up to thrive. 

Pollution poisoned the air making it toxic.
No longer did it retain its freshness.
Smoke from the factories and vehicles
Hung heavy everywhere, static.

Spewing at a rate, beyond any speculation.
Tall columns of smoke presided, hardly any respite.
They burned the eyes and clogged the lungs
The days grew dark, the thick smog shut out the sun. 

Uncontrollable now, doom seemed the only prediction.
Humanity’s death knell seemed to have been rung.
Slowly but steadily advancing each day.
Mankind kept pushing itself towards its own extinction.

Poetry Copyright @ Goutam Dutta

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/05/10/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-117/

Lessons From History

Stale newspapers lie

Its wisdom long forgotten….

Mistakes repeated.

Copyright @ Goutam Dutta

https://only100words.xyz/2021/04/29/three-line-tales-274/

Gulmohar

Gulmohar flowers…

City feasts on vibrant hues

Brief relief from grime.

Copyright @ Goutam Dutta

https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/04/27/tanka-tuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-223-themeprompt/

An Illusory Journey

 This world is a maya,
 An illusion,
 A creation, magical,
 To lure and entice
 With pleasures, 
 suited for the mankind.
 Stimuli that caresses in various ways
 Provocations entice and endeavour to deviate.
 Mind weaves dreams of comfort and ease.
 Safety of a haven 
 We forever strive to achieve.
  
 With our limited foresight,
 Not knowing what lies ahead
 We move along blindly;
 Balancing ourselves,
 Lured by the promises
 The illusions, magnificent.
  
 Then one day we reach the end
 Unanticipated distress
 When the obstacle is insurmountable
 The pleasures of life
 Have gnawed and chiseled away
 The resolve to brave the odds.
  
 Walking on a narrow strip, 
 one realises
 There is no going back.
What do you see # 55 – 9 November ’20

Bubbly Tale

 A bubble am I.
 Born from confluence 
 Of water and air;
 Instantaneous in birth.
 Wearing a sheen of light
 I let go of my roots
 And float about.
 Perhaps of no use to anyone,
 Except that little girl
 Whose face lights up in smile,
 On seeing me dance
 In the barmy breeze.
  
 A bubble am I.
 Carried by my brethren,
 Savouring my moments;
 Of my brief existence.
 Nothing to lose nor gain
 From the vagabond existence.
 When its time,
 I leave not a trace,
 Before merging with my brethren.

Copyright @ Goutam Dutta

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/05/tale-weaver-300-bubbles-november-5th/

Savour

 A dilapidated castle.
 Exactly the place,
 Descriptions match
 With what he had read.
 
 When moon and the stars
 Were obscured by clouds
 And not a speck of light
 Dared make holes
 in night's shroud,
 On such a night
 In this castle
 two lovelorn hearts
 had sheltered and rested.
 
 The heavens had opened up that night.
 Threatening to thwart their plans.
 Elope they however did and
 In this castle came and hid.
 
 A little distance outside the city
 This old castle had existed
 A secret chamber built in its walls
 Had sheltered the lovers
 From that night's storm's wrath.
 
 Years later, reading the diary of his mother
 He found mention of this incident.
 Back he, therefore, had chosen to come;
 to quench his curiosity
 And savour the aura
 Of the place’s romanticism
 That his parents may have felt that night.

Copyright @ Goutam Dutta

What do you see- 53 – 26 October’20