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arunabhghosh
I'm an aspiring writer, trying to wash my hands in the clean river of poetry. Caution: My poems might be too cheesy for some people's taste
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A sad short story. Make it personal, or universal. (micro-poem or short story)
arunabhghosh in Micropoetry

Incomplete

A handsome man dressed in a suit.

We're missing something...

An article, without which, he thinks he looks bland. He has hundred watches but doesn't have a hand.

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Freedom

You’re free to learn,

be free to earn.

You’re free to speak your mind,

be free to nurture different kinds.

Do what you want,

own what you do.

arunabhghosh in Philosophy

The unsung

The enormous giant isn't scared of wind,

holding his arms out in the rain only made him stronger.

Many have taken breath before it and many have forsaken it,

shaken by the loss of her children, it spent her winter with grief.

Others weren't affectionate to him,

as they were with the fruit and flower bearers.

She didn't need much from the world,

didn't get any heed from the mortal carers.

Others got love for all the flowers and fruits,

but the peepal protects the garden with her deep roots.

Challenge
You are renting a room in someone’s house as you transition to living in a new city. The owner tells you that the basement is completely off limits. You start hearing noises coming from the basement at night. After several days, curiosity overcomes you and you sneak downstairs to see what is going on. Explain what you find and what you do next Write in any genre that you wish. Tag @sandflea68.
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Base

"All they had were praises for you"I said.

"They always do"the landlordess declared.

" How's your grand daughter?"

" Oh, she's alright, but can't even move to drink water"

"Did they tell you about the house?"she inquired.

"Only that the telephone isn't wired"

"You won't need that, everyone has cells these days"

"We do. The network is pretty weak though, because of the army base."

"Yes. Basement. That's for me. You don't go there, getting me?"

"Will keep off the basement. Got it! It must be filled with your past's debris"

"It is. Oh, it is. Don't go there, okay?"

"Oh please, you just made it as clear as day"

Then she went away and I spend my first night there,

the old pipelines making noises, easily one could hear.

I tried to ignore them for a first few days,

But, can't be a coward. It's my fort, my place!

One day I got out of the shower and headed downstairs,

The first thing I saw down there were a couple of chairs.

Someone was trying to talk, but couldn't because of the muffled voice,

I tried to walk, running was not a choice.

I saw a girl down there, limbs tied up, asking me to run away with her eyes,

Then a shadow stood up beside her, and it said : "Not so wise".

It was the landlady and she had a camera in her hand,

"Take off your clothes and lose the face so bland"

"I'll take your pictures now while you fuck my granddaughter"

And now the deed was done, "But why would you do such a thing?"

"Now tell the next tenant of how nice I was, or these pictures go out and clip these wings"

I have left the house after a month now and I had a great time  there,

The tenant's so nice, so full of colour and do go to the basement if you like a midnight scare.

Challenge
The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree on any topic. Challenge yourself with more than one verse if you like, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Double Etheree: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ...Triple Etheree, Quadruple Etheree, and so on! You'll find an example on my profile. Click on #etheree to see more. Have fun! I can't wait what wonders you creative folks will write using this poetic form.
Cover image for post Moon, by arunabhghosh
arunabhghosh in Poetry & Free Verse

Moon

The dance of the stars in the night's sky

Among them is guardian of night

The soldier that doesn't sleep, die

You're brighter than white.

Dark when you are new

Fluorescent when not

Protecting blue

Never caught.

Night goon

Moon

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #39: Write a piece of poetry or prose about addiction. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
arunabhghosh

3D

The powder before you know, has you entangled.

The smoke screen in the room leaves you strangled.

Has the softest hands,"Just a little won't hurt" they say.

When the pill lands, the devil wants to play.

People get off easy when they just die,

it's harder to sober up and look the peer in the eye.

It seems like the right thing to do,

holding out an hour feels like an accomplishment too.

Everyone leaves when needed the most,

Deploring,Dilapidating,Destitute and still wanting more.

Challenge
Pen a piece of micropoetry about some literary masterpiece, be it a novel, play, poem, etc. Please tag me!
arunabhghosh in Poetry & Free Verse

She left with the moon.

Challenge
Pen a teeny tiny poem about WAITING
arunabhghosh in Micropoetry

Waiting for someone

After checking the door for umpteenth time,

After hoping for someone to text.

Annoyed by the restaurant's chime,

An old man leaves looking perplexed.

Challenge
"Unrequited Love" is it courageous or cowardly? To love silently or to suffer openly? Stir those emotions. Write in whatever form you choose. 100 words max.
arunabhghosh in Micropoetry

Standing from a distance

filled with desire

hands cold

heart on fire.

He won't treat you well

I know, sometimes pray

I will save you by duel

shed blood anyday.

You love him too

I see it in your eyes

seldom he kisses you

a part of me dies.

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #38: Write a piece of micropoetry about what summer means to you. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
arunabhghosh

My nana

The old, frail lady with a heart of gold.

Used to buy me popsicles, as many as I could hold.

time took her away and then the house was cold.