Prompt: We are all soft targets//
We are all all soft targets
Of someone's tough memories
Aligned gently in photographs
Hanging in the drawing room
Or enclosed in albums
Under those drawers beside.
Sometimes breathing as living aroma
At times, smothered as dead nightmares.
Sometimes, we are those offbeats
of a drum
we depict the ethereal notes
of a flute,
But deep down
we are some unheard notes
Of a still beating heart,
Shrieking out the painful screeches,
Singing out the dulcet lullaby
Twining the cicada's cry at night.
We all are the coins at the outlets,
Travelling from pockets to pockets,
Just like a voyage worldwide.
We dwell like currencies of different era,
Holding many names,
Strolling different nations,
But we all are confined
In acts of
Caged in a trade.
Sometimes we roam between the meadows
Kissing the notes of Jane Austen
And sometimes we wander in the woods
With bloodshed plots of Agatha Christie,
We are unturned verses,
Of just another novel,
Waiting to be read someday.
Sometimes we are auspicious weddings,
At times we are downcast funerals,
We are flavours of wine, we are tangs of poison,
We are pieces of the cutlery at the dine
Always tinkling down a different rhyme,
We are occasions enriched with a different palate,
Waiting to be experienced by the eyelids
enjoyed by the tastebuds!
We are all soft targets,
Of ucaged truths
Of sugar-coated lies,
Of favoured births,
Of unfavoured deaths,
Buried under epochs scribbled as
Past, present and future,
We are all axioms of moments,
Quests of mystery,
Waiting to be unleashed
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