Pello - The Duocorn

Pello the duocorn sat on the

Floral arrangement for occultic

Worship set by its witch mistress

The worship place is splashed with

Neon pink potions to attract the souls

It has the magical powers to fly and talk

Its long hairs can rise and create havoc

Witch travels on its back on dark nights

To meet her wizard lover in the soul hill

They offer souls to the god of the aliens

With a dream to become aliens of zelio

planet, and leave the earth for a new life

Witch need a thousand more souls to

fulfil the demand set by the alien god

After the worship, pello got the powers

To attract and catch souls without harm

It was sent to the death valley to bring

The required souls for the final worship

It came back with souls to the soul hill

Wizard and witch offered the souls and

Worshipped the alien god with psychic

devotion, Alien god Zeliouni demanded

the sacrifice of Pello to fulfil their wish,

They restrained Pello and extracted its soul,

With eyes full of grief and tears, The impressed

Zeliouni made them aliens, and gave back the life of Pello!

 

A poem based on prompt from #reevesroses

Image made with the AI app wombo

A Devilish Kiss

A poem based on word prompts from #turningthephrase #writemap #FridayKiss Image from Unsplash

Abandoned Quarry

 

An abandoned quarry 

The graveyard of a hill 

Bared bones of an ecosystem

Ripped apart of its soul 

By machines that extracted granite 

The contractors took away 

As much granite as possible 

Until they couldn't make any more money

Bereft of rocks

Deep trenches emerge 

With full of water reminiscent of green 

Like a cluster of ponds

But the water was unsafe to drink

With remnants of chemicals 

Unsafe to dive and swim

As it is deeper than it looks 

After years of solitude 

Nature absorbed the land 

Back to its fold 

With shrubs and trees 

Providing a canopy of green 

When the water became safe

Locals deposited fishes 

They thrived in those ponds

Birds came back and set up nests

On the trees 

The air had a new fragrance 

The visual treat lure people

To experience the miracle of nature 

Image credits to Gulfy Photography 

Let's Get Lost

A poem based on prompts from #loveletter #vssdaily #MoonMystic 

Invisible Scars

Invisible scars in a broken heart,

Left by someone who proposed 

to last the distance,

The depth of it is so deep,

Torn by the broken trust,

Pinched by the lack of compassion,

Hurting more with each lonely day,

Healing is like a snarling snail,

Taking eternity to find solace 

A poem based on #moonmystic word prompt. Image from Pixabay 

Lark Person

I wish I was a lark person,

Rising early to see the sunrise 

and mist in the flowers,

I wish to breath the fresh air 

with the tinge of intoxicating earth,

I wish to feel the cold water in river,

I wish to walk under the canopy of trees,

But I remain asleep in the morning   

A poem based on #wordsoupdaily word prompt . Image from Dreamstime.com 

Orchids

Orchids in a botanical garden 

Rendered the elegance of roses

Could it be a gift for his lover?

His eyes gazed at its beauty

Inside the bouquet he kept a note

Dear,your smile is mersmerising 

Shy,and natural like this flower! 

 A poem based on #vssnature word prompt . Image from  Unsplash 

Last Bottle of Wine

He's on his last bottle of wine,

Enemies are nearing the fort,

Fellow soldiers have fled the scene,

A tactical retreat,

But he's too drunk to move,

He threw the gunpowder

on the wooden tower,

He set it on fire,

He offered wine 

to enemy for his life,

They shot him dead 

A poem based on #turningthephrase wordprompt 

Proposal

They walked along the golden sands,

Holding each others hands,

Towards the sunset,

Whispering romantic songs they love,

They played with the waves,

They built a sand house of their dreams,

He told her to find a treasure inside,

She found a ring,

Onlookers cheered her to accept 

A poem based on #satsplat wordprompt 

Image from Unsplash 

Kanyakumari

Kanyakumari,

The southern tip of mainland India,

The lights on the rocks invites,

To enjoy the breeze and voice of sea,

And see the beauty of sunset,

Waves cover the small patch of beach,

The curves on the map is visible in real,

Wait for morning to see the sunrise!

 

#twitterpoetry

 image taken by Rabi D Shelley 

Shore

After the storm,

The old ship was badly damaged,

Its sails were beyond repair,

Mast ruptured the wooden deck,

When it fell,

Ship was sinking,

Boats were lost,

Sailors salvaged planks to build a makeshift boat,

They left behind the dead,

And sailed with hope to reach a shore

A poem based on word prompt from #FromOneLine Image from Pixabay

Crumpled Papers

A poetry based on wordprompt from #whistpr image from Unsplash 

Time

            Image from Unsplash 

Conserve

Catch every drop of rain as possible

On ponds, lakes, and water tanks

Necessity of water is increasing

Saline water is not the alternative

Earth needs cooling with rainwater

Raging thirst of humans is a threat

Vast arable lands can turn green

Even bring birds back

A poem based on word prompt from #wordsoupdaily

Guardians of the River

 Two men unboarded the last bus to the village

Right after the bridge after 11 pm

After watching a movie in the town

They walked with torch showing the path

On a pitch-dark night

The frogs and crickets in the paddy fields

Let their presence known

They saw two strangers at the river bathing ghat

They jumped into the river and swam merrily

They asked, do you want to join us?

It is serene with cold water

The men asked the strangers

Who are you? We have never seen you before

Strangers laughed and spoke

We are the guardians of this river

For many years now

The men realized that their villagers used to remind them

If two men ask them to join in the river at night

Never jump into the river

As those were the ghosts of men drowned

In the river

So fond of swimming in that river

The men started running in fear and climbed the hill

They lost their torch and direction

The ghosts screamed and chased them

One of the men fell unconscious

The other somehow reached home

Those strangers still wait for people at night

At the bathing ghat

The legend continued and many more people

Saw the ghosts at night and ran for their lives 

This poem is based on a legend in my village. Image from iStock !

Do I Love Her?

 I am on a long walk 

through the cobblestone road

at the middle of the night 

when the streetlights 

refused to show me the way 

the moon came to my rescue 

even on this rainy day, to my surprise!

Where am I going?

I don't know  

All I know is that I will walk 

as long as my legs don't tire down 

My spirits are on the high 

as I threw my umbrella

to walk through this chilly rain

I wonder if I am mad!

But I feel so excited 

I asked myself 

Do I love her? 

I am in search of an answer 

I feel she's walking alongside me 

smiling and laughing cutely 

I can hear her singing a song 

She shared with me earlier 

The more I walked 

All I see is her fluttering around

Like a butterfly 

I don't know why her smile is 

flashing in my heart 

Is she an angel?

Why am I crazy about her?

I tried to walk so far 

To see if she remains in my mind 

All i am thinking is about her

Oh my heart, tell me now

Do I love her? 

I found this poem in my old handwritten poetry book.Image from istockphoto.com