Happy Hours In The Sky

Lightyears away 

There's a constellation 

of alcoholic gas 

A space brewery

Spread across millions of miles 

With a bit of dust 

It's a dreamland in sky for the boozers 

It gives hopes about life formation 

In planets with methanol and other 

Life inducing molecules 

Methanol is not safe to drink 

Those wishing to drink heavenly booze

Should take filters with them 

To enjoy happy hours in the sky 

I hope some boozers will reach there 

Someday to steal the heavenly booze

The alcoholic rings with dust around 

The planets give insights into the 

Formation of planets from the stars 

There's a comet that has spilled

Millions of gallons of ethanol and sugar

Gives hope to finding booze self-sufficient 

Comets for happy hours life 

I dreamed of a planet with alcoholic

clouds lagoons with liquid alcohol 

It has nice caves to live with gas masks 

Big craters to hold the water after 

Splitting it from the alcohol 

Inside the pressurized enclaves 

We can have happy hours with 

Planetary booze and leafy veggies 

From the vertical gardens 

When earth becomes poisonous to live 

Living in planetary colonies become

A necessity to survive 

A poem inspired by the discovery of alcoholic gases and a comet spilling alcohol he space. Image from India Times. Thank you :)

A Blank Mind

 

A blank mind 

With no memories of the past

No knowledge of the present 

Lost in thoughts 

Most of the time 

Now a homeless man

At a bus stop shelter

Talking aloud alone 

Screaming at the travelers

Living a life of a strange man 

In a city, he came for something

He had a long beard and long hair  

He wore trendy outfits, but now unclean 

No masks to wear during the pandemic 

Living at the mercy of  nearby restaurants

He kept water filled in leftover bottles 

He slept on the bench at the bus stop 

Be it rain or humid day, he remained there 

He must have come from a far away place

He talks in a strange language

Not belonging to the region  

His family might be waiting for his return 

Did he lose his mind over a heartbreak?

Or due to a head injury? 

At night, he becomes the guardian 

Of the bust stop shelter 

Even stray dogs don't mess with him 

Even the Police didn't mind his presence 

He survived there for so many months 

And then he vanished without a trace 

I wonder if he got back his memory

Or his family traced him for good 

Image from Unsplash. Picture taken by Patrick Robert Doyle .Thankyou :)

Falling In Love

A pretty smile from her teenage 

That stayed in my heart secretly 

As we grew into close friends 

Spending hours sharing little things 

Like happiness, incidents and secrets 

I realised she looked up to me faithfully

I felt a spark in my heart about her 

Her smile over the years became prettier

My mind couldn't stop thinking about her 

Her way of telling things first to me with 

So much excitement made me feel good 

Conversations with her became special 

Butterflies flew in my tummy whenever 

I heard her voice rumbling her things

I used to wait for her monthly call eagerly 

Sneaking away from her college or home

The calls became frequent over the time 

I couldn't tell her that I fell in love with her 

As her best friend,I couldn't let her down

I wrote many poetries about her secretly 

She let me flirt with her on valentines day 

I felt an intense bond thriving between us

Without uttering anything about love 

She became romantic and we became 

Mad lovers separated by the time zones 

She showered me with so much affection

Her husky voice became my morning light 

I shared my poetries about her, she liked 

I saw a life with her closer to a beach 

She invited me to her city to move ahead 

This poem is based on prompt "Describe what it was like to fall in love".

A Recurring Nightmare

 

Days after my father's demise 

I started seeing him in my dreams

It brought some relief to my heart

But it turned into a nightmare soon

I ran around to find an ambulance

And taking him to the hospital 

Only to be told that he was brought dead

I saw it again in my native place 

I had to run all the way to a junction 

To get a mini-ambulance 

To take my dad to a hospital

Again I Was told that he was brought dead

I started losing sleep 

I was living in a loop of a recurring nightmare 

That took me to the night where 

I struggled to get a vehicle on time

To take my dad to the hospital 

Where I was told, it was five minutes too late

I've seen the motionless body of my dad 

My mind felt guilty for being irresponsible

Not acting briskly enough to save my dad 

For nearly four months 

I kept seeing the nightmare and kept waking up 

In the middle of the nights 

I felt it was real and I was trying my best 

But every time I failed 

Until I tried a meditation 

Suggested by a friend 

I started getting good sleep 

And I stopped seeing that nightmare 

A Nightmare

A leaky dilapidated temple                                                                                                                                         

With mystic flowered deities                                                                                                                                                

Worshipped by an old priest                                                                                                                                         

Amidst the debris of past sins                                                                                                                                              

While the magic in the rain                                                                                                                                            

Showered precious stones                                                                                                                                         

Poisonous snakes came to                                                                                                                                                        

Be the guardians of the stones                                                                                                                                       

The talking sidewalks of Aragona                                                                                                                                       

Whispered about the treasure in the temple,                                                                                                                                     

But they were scared of the snakes, A greedy                                                                                                                                           

evil man rubbed ash offering from a demon,                                                                                                                                           

That offers powers to scare away the snakes,                                                                                                                                           

He entered the temple with a spear                                                                                                                                             

That emitted fire and he threw ash at snakes,                                                                                                                                           

They snarled away towards a creek,                                                                                                                                             

To quench their burns, He began collecting the stones,                                                                                                                                              

And they became mere coals, catching fire,                                                                                                                                                

He became a flame to dream a wake of death,                                                                                                                                              

He woke up in the creek drenched at dawn                                                                                                                                                

He didn't see any snake, He went to the temple                                                                                                                                                

and saw the priest worshipping                                                                                                                                

There was no sign of fire or precious stones

The poem based on word prompts #InstantEternal #turningthephrase #atreyasverse #wordsoupdaily

#moonmystic #vssdaily #ConverStory#WIPWordSearch #FlexVSS. Image from shutter stock.