She wondered if any pawnshop held his nous when he halted 100m prior, dubious about a turn in habitual route.
I was quite late for college one day and missed my college bus at the closest stopping. So, I asked my dad to drop me at a different terminal on time where the same bus will reach shortly. We were just close enough when he switched off the bike’s engine, and asked me, Continue reading
We often exchange views on the debates of the brain and the heart.
Let’s peep a little deeper into this debate. Continue reading
art in a single feather
cacophonious cry of a crow
black shades reflect fears
dusty paper wraps
unloved flowers of word garden
weed like survival
Haiku inspired by Ronovan’s ‘Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt’ – dust and weed.
Hereon, for at least a month, I’ll be publishing two posts a day – one at 12:01 AM and 12:01 PM IST.
Here's a handful of sand
from infinite grains on beach.
As they fall trying to escape,
more clearer is the picture other side.
Past provides clarity, and
Future is far from haze.
Unable to distinguish between the nightmares of the dark and the brightness of the raging fire burning within, she walks.
All she could do was to traipse in a deserted place holding together pieces from the barren desert of her broken heart.
Will these musical fountains turn out to ber her soothing sprinklers?
A haiku on the same… Continue reading
She packed his toys.
Shadows of emptiness haunted.
Her tween’s coffin weighed hefty as if it held her heart’s commotions.
This is in response to the ‘Twenty-Words Tuesday’ prompt by Akanksha Singh @ Bulbul. The challenge is to write a story in exactly 20 words for the prompt word ghost.
This is a free verse that depicts the plight of climate migrants who are forced to flee their homes or nation for the collective actions of the entire humanity. A six-word story is quoted at the end, for the prompt word ‘free’.
These freed victims have no plans.
From non-existent places, they start roaming,
bearing globe's guilt against their freewill.
Their minds are now enslaved.
As masses, they've survived troublesome days,
yearning to breathe free in closed spaces.
When free-land is demarcated with boundaries,
and open skies are only for free souls,
where else can they settle freely?
conveying freedom’s true interpretation.
This is in response to ‘The Saturday Six Word Story Prompt’ by Shweta of ‘My Random Ramblings’. The prompt for this week is ‘Free’.
She had childhood fears.
He didn't want to change his stand;
to the least, not even listen to those.
They had too many differences.
Nothing seemed to work.
Finally, one day, the arguments developed.
He pushed her from the top of a cliff,
paying deaf ears to her cries and pleads.
Their eyes met.
Running into grove,
their hearts caught fire;
with deep dive in a well!
Inspired by Bulbul’s ‘Twenty-Words Tuesday’ prompt – electric.
There’s a door and I want to walk out. But, this pathway and tired plants are haunted by the living spirits that rarely visit.
Drenched in fears, should I look for a new magic door, or trusting destiny that took me here, should I dare to enter this one which is just a few yards away?
He laid awake and said the name into the night.
“Do I really miss her?”, asked his mind. He couldn’t deny. Everything in his line of sight reminded him of her today.
The rising moon,
her glowing face!
The gleaming waters,
the expanse of her love!
The rushing waves that have nowhere to go,
her habit of lingering around in his presence! Continue reading
A/N: Kindly read the verse in landscape mode if the lines don’t fit entirely on your screen.
People call me sarcastic;
but I don't understand many sarcasms.
They label me intelligent;
and I can't clear an entrance.
They label me active;
but I'm overworked!
Are their words true, or
do they act as a cursing charm?
storm brews and roars thud
squall swirls with surging tenacity
still resilient tree
Inspired by Ronovan’s ‘Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #325′ – storm and calm.