The Fantastic Fall

He was clinging to confusion's cliff

With the tightest possible grip

As his body began to go stiff

His hands began to rip.

To his luck , he found  a thread

He thought of  holding on to it

Only realizing its a serpent instead

After he was severely bit

He prefers to fall silently

Towards the sea of reality

Swaying in the wind gallantly

 He discovers his inner serenity. 

Prompted by : Three Word Wednesday CCXLV

Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday 

Wrong Direction

There were omens,
There were signs,
All pointing to a wrong direction.


A source which was luminous,
Looked like the pole star,
But pointing to a wrong direction.


Patterns were all erratic,
Left with memories antique,
On the wrong direction.

Prompted by Three Word Wednesday - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/06/3ww-ccxliii.html

Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday Week 51 

The Forsaken Fish

As my heart makes its last bids,
Those which the mind always forbids.


I manage to swim in the troubled seas,
Holding on.. to the logs of ecstasy on a lease.


Realizing I am just fate's forsaken fish,
Towards my unknown destination I brandish.

Prompted by Three Word Wednesday - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/05/3ww-ccxl.html