Reading In Time!

Taken in Lampur!

She 

reads

about butterflies,

up and down

as they go far beyond,

across another realm of hearty imaginations and defies

all natural laws of Lepidopteras in faraway heavens- 

and she reads as time

ticktocks, slowly unnoticed,

holding on

to 

Hope!

***

I combined the Fib-onacci Challenge by hedgewitch

&

The Book Within The Story Within The Poem Challenge by Fireblossom

for which I used my poem Lepidopteras!

Written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!

~Lepidopteras~

Sarolta Ban.

Up and down

and up again, and down,

as the clock swings around

counting seconds and minutes aloud,

counting hours in a sweep

and days in a leap,

as years pass by

the Lepidopteras swing

on a see-saw made in heaven,

with earth in between

and time passing into oblivion!

Written for MindLoveMisery's Photo Challenge!

~Live Time~

Written for MindLoveMisery's prompt!
&
Also shared with Poet's United for Poetry Pantry!

Mysterious crooked crone,

Wrapped in layers of tattered shawls,

Trudges upon the muddy road,

Makes her way to the wall,

Where I stood hunched and deeply thoughtless,

Not looking nor waiting,

Not working or watching,

Just standing there quite pointless...

I din't really notice her 

Until she was nose to nose,

And scared the living crap

Out of me and I jumped on my toes!

A bony harsh finger pointed

disagreeably close to my eye

she advised me not to stand around

And waste my precious time!

I shrugged and stepped back 

Then turned around and ran,

As her creepy shrill voice,

echoed ominously behind my back!

"You mark my word Dear child of God,

For you shall regret this day,

For some day there will be no time,

for leisure, work or play!"

So true she was, so many years ago,

Now I sit and think in my bed,

For time is just what is short,

As I await my approaching Death,

In despair, no leisure, work nor sport!

Time's Bane!

Image Credit: Magpie Tales: Mag #228

The pointy turrets, the mossy towers,

The arched windows, the doors carved,

The gargoyles standing guard for long

Perched atop the golden gong-

That was struck upon for many a years,

By slaves and servants when master nears,

After a battle or a victory or loss 

from enemy's clutches for no apparent cause!

The silken red carpets thread bare and worn,

The wooden floorboards of teak adorn,

Staled by age and many a footsteps,

some in hurry, others in fest,

Of little children and servants and princes,

Of master himself, his wife or mistress,

All climbing to the splendid halls above 

Of glory, riches, royalty yet no love!

I walk the same stairs today 

where many a Kings walked some day,

In the hackneyed castle of years ago,

The gargoyles failed to save the slow

Rusting of its bejewelled rails,

The cracked and broken chandeliers,

The fine cashmere worn out curtains,

From the evil clutches of Time's Bane!

Written for Magpie Tale : Mag 228!

Colour!

Kathakali dancer (Indian traditional dance) captured at Kingdom of Dreams, Gurgaoan.

Beneath the layers of coloured powder

Lay her ageing pale skin,

Dying with every fleeting moment.

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for Jen's Ghost Writer Post.

The Hidden Dreams!

A little riddle a small rhyme,
Reveals the secret of time.
Behind the kitchen,
In the vintage garden,
Lay the mythical red wine...
It opens a package,
Of a million dreams
In the world of beauty,
In the heart of the Queens!!

This post is inspired by the prompts at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads  and is shared!! Cheers!!