Tanka Poetry
Poets behave in the same way

The daydreamer poets
They weave imagination
And the folks get drenched
Just as the mystical clouds
In ancient monsoonal tales
Written in response to the theme, ‘clouds’, weekly prompt from Paper Poetry. :)
Thanks and love to Carolyn. I loved how she patiently dealt with the editing part with me. Always grateful. 😌
They found each other when the outside world seemed vague

On a rainy day
My blurred glasses befriended
That one closed window
It whispered with utmost care
‘’There is nothing called sadness’’
Their story — A tanka
Thanks a lot, Somsubhra Banerjee, for publishing it. :)
W7 Prompt by Paper Poetry
I wanted to make on the seashore

Remember the crooked sandcastle?
Inside the ocean abyss?
I will bury your tears there
Someday
And I will unleash
The storm of everlasting joviality
Forever
It was my response to Paper poetry’s weekly prompt. Check out the prompt here in Suntonu Bhadra’s article. 😊