Phillip Hughes

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A dehydrated champion
splashing some water on his face
standing tall amid a fierce attack
killing every deadly blow with beauty
slashing at the low ones, cutting the high ones,
like an artist giving life to his canvas.
an undeniable promise of a bright future
with high hopes and big wings,
gliding through the clouds of success,
yet another day it was, holding strong he was,
one moment of rush and he fell on the ground,
waves of panic and worries flooded all around
with the prayers of the whole world behind
undefeated all his life, he lost his final fight,
but in a much better place, now he resides,
away from all the worries and troubles of this life,
in the hearts of ours he willl always reside,
as a young man with an overdose of talent,
Rest in peace dear young lad,
you’ll forever remain not out at sixty three.

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This too shall pass

This too shall pass,
Yet another assurance to give,
But, still the same old chores.
A mundane soul wanders around,
Buried under mediocrity and overwhelm,
Breathing upon self condolences
That hardly last any long
A search for self peace, becomes
yet another matter of stress.
Never mind the extra burden,
A detour, a short break, little smiles,
Few moments of delight,
But, everything becomes null,
As arrives yet another dreadful night,
For tomorrow anxiously awaits,
The same old mundane routine.
This too shall pass, this too shall pass,
Good night.

Day 37 : {Incomplete Story}

February 6 : Choose your adventure Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.’

In a place, unheard and unseen,
once lived a fairy queen,
with her fragile wings,
her spotless beautiful face,
gliding through the clouds,
singing songs of joy and serenity…

In a place, wretched and wicked,
once lived a devil king,
with his teeth protruding out,
his scary face full of scars,
destroying everything he hates,
spreading havoc everywhere…

unknown of each other’s existence,
in a separate time and space, they lived,
passing their life in their own world,
but, fate always love to twist its tale,
for one unfortunate day, along with the wind,
she drifted far away from her land,
but, how innocent was she,
instead of feeling scared and frustrated,
she kept on singing her beautiful songs,
enjoying her new destiny.

But, how evil, was this twist in fate,
for the land she landed upon,
was the sanctuary of the evil king,
unknown of her future in this evil place,
………………..

Anyone who reads this should complete it… if not I’ll complete is at the end of the month…

Day 36 : Piece of Plastic

February 5 : Call me, maybe Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your life-line, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between?

I keep getting advised
to come out and see real life,
for all my time is dedicated to this device
making me ignore everything around
such a nuisance it is for others
for I give it more importance than humans
but, little do they know why I do so,
an escape from reality it is for me,
from all the pain and suffering around me,
an escape from the selfishness and ungratefulness
of all the people, I once, so dearly loved,
for the time and the people, both have changed,
but this piece of plastic has remained the same.

PS : My life is not really like this, but the prompt was too lame to write a poetry upon it lol

Day 34 : Melancholy

February 3 Writing room :
A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

Away from the world, disconnected;
with no sign of any noise
or any other disturbance
with the walls painted pure white
a small window, welcoming the rays of the delightful sun,
an oak wooden desk and a timber arm chair,
a subtle aroma of rose filling up every empty space of the room,
a quill and a classic ink pot,
with cloudy white sheets of paper,
a perfect place that would be,
to spill out all the thoughts that cross my mind
but with all these beauty and positivity,
the ink that will settle on my white paper,
would still scream and wail like a baby,
for no matter where I am, no matter how tranquil the place maybe,
my musings would be only filled with melancholy

Day 31 : Past?

January 31 Burnt : Remember yesterday, when your home was on fire and you
got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?

Why should we dwell in things
that we have been left behind,
by wish or by force,
willingly or unwillinglingy,
no matter how we did,
for no matter how many litres of blood
we burn thinking about those things
they shall never return back
if nothing can be changed,
what has once passed can never return,
no matter what,
then why waste our present,
this beautiful new moment,
only to regret about it, when tomorrow,
it will eventually become our past?

Day 23: Laws

January 23 Shipwrecked Read the story of Richard Parker and Tom Dudley. Is what Dudley did defensible? What would you have done?

When necessity necessitates
every action becomes justifiable
for humans are selfish creatures
the profit of someone is always
built upon the loss of the other
everyone can morally deny injustice
but at the end of the day
for the better cause
we all just close our eyes
We live in a strange society
for all the voices that are passionately raised,
in defense of law of the land,
are the very same voices that
break all of those laws.