Turn the Table

Let’s reverse the plan

change the situation

let’s gain the upper hand

turn back time

to the day it started

day one of November notes.

This is also in conclusion to the challenge; and what better way to thank Sarah and Rosema for hosting this challenge than thru a short poetry like this.

Thank you to both of you for pushing my limits and making me go beyond my boundaries as a writer. The challenge has made me write themes that i thought i could never actually write.

Day 30 prompt:Turning Tables by Adele

Wake up Dreaming

She was broken. Beautiful, but

broken. Nobody noticed.

 

He was magical. Shabby, but magical. Nobody cared.

 

They met i the least likely place. They met in a dream. In a large, furnished room with a king- sized

bed at the center, where they had both opened their eyes to find themselves lying next to each

other, wearing nothing but the clothes they had slept in.

 

Neither of them panicked. Because they were aware that it was a dream. A dream where whatever

happened couldn’t affect their reality.

They shared multiple eternities in that dream.

The first eternity they remained in bed, staring at each other. Never moving closer, but never moving away, either. And never making sound.

 

The second eternity, they spent rationalizing their situation.

“I think we’re dead,” she said.

He smiled., “Really? I was hoping maybe a coma or a Saturday sleeping in or something.”

She shoo her head the side of her face brushing her pillow back and forth. ” I don’t sleep in on Saturdays. Or any day. And we’re too aware for this to be a coma. Coma means brain  damage.”

He snuggled deeper into the mattress thoughtfully. “Hmm. Then maybe we’re dead.”

She sighs. ” I can’t believe  I wasted thirteen sleepless nights on a speech just to die before I deliver it.”

He laughed. “You’re worried at undelivered speech? I was two days away from marrying my girlfriend before i woke up here.”

The third eternity, they decided to get up.

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Day 29 prompt:Hunger of the Pine

MY CAPPUCCINO

MY CAPPUCCINO

Secrets of silver swirly dreams
moments of silence, frosty screams
stronger visions of soft, sweet, irreplaceable joys.

Remain pure, light, alluring;
beautifully crafted in a whipped snow – white
heavenly cream.

Choco – colored clear reflections
warm, unstirred, floating hopes
sweet, hot bits of serenity
delicious criss – cross fantasies.

lovingly blended by delicate
stored in a cup, freshly designed,
classically adorned.

window panes, soaking with rain
against the ivory painted walls
rhythm blues played again
around cozy, midnight blue couches.

millions of thoughts wondering about
soothing, empowering, mirror ball of the soul.

ahhh! how i longed for my savoury cappuccino..

MONDAY MORNING MELTS 4

Monday Nov. 28: As Long As You Love Me – Backstreet Boys

Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine
I’m leavin’ my life in your hands
People say I’m crazy and that I am blind
Risking it all in a glance

Your Turn:

1. Share a poem, story, or photo inspired by this week’s song-lyrics-prompt. You can share something you created that was inspired directly by the lyrics or you can share other pieces that coincidentally fit the prompt (for ex: an old piece of yours, or one of a beloved blogger – with permission).
2. Linkback/create a pingback to this post. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do it.
3. Tag your post with MondayMorningMelts, so we and  your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
4. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).

There are no word limits and no restrictions except to stay true to the theme. Creating a brand new post in response to the prompt is also optional.

The goal isn’t to create new content, but rather to share pieces that melt the heart, tickle the soul, and brighten up a typically gloomy Monday. That’s why if you already have a piece that fits this week’s lyrics, or if you have a fellow blogger whose piece you want to share (with their permission), you are more than welcome to do so!

For Now

You’re doing fine…I think

Your heart’s divine… I think

You’ll find your worth

The purpose of your birth

I think so…

You will be great… I hope

You will be strong… I hope 

You will be fair

Someone will always be there

I hope so…

And when you feel like giving up

Just pause a little, you can stop

And try to breathe a little lighter

And i swear it will be better

You can be cute… perhaps

You can bear fruit…perhaps

You can triumph

You can even beat a funk

Perhaps, perhaps not…

 

But for now i’ll take care of you.!!!

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Day 28 prompt: Look After You by The Fray

Tonight

Tonight…

YOU AND I…

With the thoughts of tomorrow…

That may never actually come…

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstrings Eulogy and Rosema of A Reading Writer.

DAY 27: This Night by Black lab

Hang On

I hurt you, i know

I got crazy sometimes, that’s sure

Your scolding annoyed me, most often

You suck at everything, i always say

But baby, i love you even then.

I am sick and tired, i think so

I went wild for most of the time, i say

You’re a brat , and i scorned you for that

You run back home, I’d prod you 

But baby, i’ll miss you when you’re gone.

I needed a break,  on this heart ache

I can be gone myself and never comeback

Your smile is all i need to make it all go away

You are what i always dreamed of to have

So baby, please don’t give up on me.

‘Cos I can never make it through without you.

• In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

  Day 26 prompt: For the First Time: The Script

  

Flame

Hot and tempting;

BURNED, I AM.

A flame 

You are to me!

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Day 25 prompt: Up in Flames by Ruelle