Decima Poetry Challenge by Ronovan – Prompt No. 68: (BEACH) in the A rhyme line. There, on the shiny sandy beach, I lived – morning, noon, eve and night, counting days not, but breaths alright. I knew not what she wished to teach, Her blue sadness – I had to breach. So I lived on the sandy shore, where the hermits hid their amour. Counting not sunrise and sunset, but by number the sand got wet, by the rare black pearls washed ashore. COPYRIGHT © 2019- 2021 Nima Mohan, thetenthzodiac.wordpress.com, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ..read more

Image by Maria Victoria Rodriguez What happened to the life here? Scattered in the winds, is the smell of breath, and rising in the east, is the golden sun. Picnic seats empty, yet hope prevails as sunshine. Music plays endless- soothing the gasping soul. Nature swings hence and forth, still none takes notice. Why am I here? My life was pleasant , but not vibrant. Maybe it was vibrant, but not at all amusing. Or was it amusing?? Surely not sparkling. What do I see here? The rolling pin and the wine bottle, had a story unfolding- of love. The lady who loved her wine and the man who loved c ..read more

Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #215 Bleeding be my forte. Into the night, I whisper my verses. But when in short of ink, I use my crimson share. (Word Count – 22) COPYRIGHT © 2019- 2021 Nima Mohan, thetenthzodiac.wordpress.com, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ..read more

MLMM – Photo Challenge #371 PC : George Natsioulis A silhouette of suppressed desires, chaperoned with butter skin, twinkling eyes and a flashy smile. What has become of me; Me – as swift as a doe and and calm as her eyes. Me – as gentle as a snowflake, and as warm as the twilight. Me – as wide as the ocean, and twinkling like the little star. Me – who used to be all this, from a portrait, straight to a silhouette. The wind of the past tasted bitter, it carried scents of colors, I used everyday for the over. Every bit stings, yet here I am. A shadow of yesterdays, carrying the burden of astray ..read more

Sixains and Paint Chips by LINDA KRUSCHKE PC Kim MacKinnon @ Unsplash The moon- halo of a polished stone, above the alpine crossroads, The jade rabbit sounded mystical, his loud hum turning cynical. Red lipstick and blush blended broad, A clown – in faded jeans- my clone. COPYRIGHT © 2019- 2021 Nima Mohan, thetenthzodiac.wordpress.com, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ..read more

PC : Wes Hicks Eugi’s Weekly Challenge – FLUTTER Through the corners of my eyes, with a flutter so gentle, breezing the lashes a bit, out went my dreams. Weighed down by hopes, nestled inside my heart chambers, inked in languages of soliloquy, and draped in monologues, unfurling unknown stories of rare and vivid sentiments. Perching on to the rope, woven by strings of shadows and moonbeams, entangled with my sleepy murmurs, and beautiful fantasies, they come alive – my dreams- and talk to me in verses of most ardent love, rented from my memories. Verses suppressed by time and lost in mind’s ..read more

Pc : Ihor Malyitskyi @Unsplash.com Lights in the night sky flickering, shooting shimmer into my eyes. Drowsy but searching for some lies, to not believe in whisperings from past moments still lingering. Sensing the dark between the stars, like the blood flowing from my scars, enough to birth a million me. Scintillating above dark seas- I wish to be an intense star. COPYRIGHT © 2019- 2021 Nima Mohan, thetenthzodiac.wordpress.com, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ..read more

Ronoan’s Decima Poetry Challenge #42 – ” CARE ” in the D Rhyme line There lived once a white wildflower, who fell in love with orange sun. She basked in his love from day one, waiting for his love to tower. Scattering her love like strong flour, hoping to bake life with his warmth. Her love returned in yellow swarms, his heat and light danced in the air, their souls mingled without a care- an orange wildflower is born. COPYRIGHT © 2019- 2021 Nima Mohan, thetenthzodiac.wordpress.com, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ..read more

Sadje’s What do You See #66 Image credit; Teslariu Mehai @ Unsplash I have closed my eyes forever with the mere wish to never open, for even if I did, what other than fake skin and smile to see? I trust in colors no more, neither do I place my faith in that mask you have put on. I have seen the grin behind, showing yellow teeth with blood stains of those already misplaced. I have covered my ears too. I do not wish to hear the sweet songs with neatly placed words, that flow like poetry into me. I know, you do not mean it. I know about the rumors smartly folded like paper planes ready to be laun ..read more

Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge # 41 – SHIMMER in ‘c’ rhyme line I can hear some words suppressed deep into the dark creepy dungeons, where even the blow of bludgeon will fail to shed a tear to weep. The sound of silence growing steep with the death of candle’s shimmer, Our flame of love getting dimmer. Holding on to the void between, entwines now with my routine, conquering my mad mind’s clamor. COPYRIGHT © 2019- 2020 Nima Mohan, thetenthzodiac.wordpress.com, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ..read more