Expatriate

 

Expatriates remind me of Malayalees

Going to the Middle East in search of riches

From my lush green state of Kerala, And

work their souls out in the desert heat

They save every dinar or riyal they could

And send it to their families every month

They miss every event in their family

Letters were the lifeline for information

Only heard the voices of the loved ones

From a telephone in the neighbourhood

They could visit home only once in two or

three years, They come with big bags

and boxes, Full of gifts for almost entire

the village, They return with a heavy heart,

Chasing more money to build a new home

And fulfil the dreams of their loved ones

Those men, their blood, and their sweat

Changed the fortune of millions of lives

Their sacrifices built modern Kerala

A tribute to the men, from an old era, who brought prosperity to my state Kerala! #vss365 #poetry #poem #POEMS #Kerala Image from Asianet

Love

 

                                  It is scary to wish for love again

                                  I've been through the dreaded

                                  Path before

                                  It is foolish to chase love again

                                  I've been through the agony of

                                  broken promises

                                  It is so painful to seek love again

                                  I've been through the emptiness of

                                  broken heart

                                  It is so bitter to dream of love again

                                  I've been through nights without

                                  any slumber

                                  It is so nightmarish to feel love again

                                  I've been through the river of deceit

                                  cold-hearted

                                  It is hopeless to welcome love again

                                  I've been through the sea of tears of

                                  unhealed soul 

A poem based on #WriteMap word prompt

Image from Pixabay

Platter

 

A poem based on word prompts from #atreyasverse #ReevesRoses #crowcalls Image from iStock

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

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A Devilish Kiss

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