Getting lost in the infinite connections with tiredness of a feeling that’s both joyful and heavy is scary to imagine. Knitted in mystery that offers me no directions, I manage to get lost in your world even if far. It feels good when, after astray, I see rays of light where I could find you waiting at a home that I feel mine.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #285’.
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To her, happiness is just a piece of cake, literally.
But, no one at home lets her eat one.
She was over the moon as Continue reading
“I stand here looking at the graduation photo of our bachelor’s degree, wondering how the ugly you became so beautiful when posing like me”, she teased and continued on phone just hours before her post-graduation.
“All thanks to the photographer who Continue reading
Why do I have to run with people always?
Today, I choose to run alone in a beautiful place, to clear my head.
I now feel that I’ve got the right mindset to get into the season, just like this field that’s been tilled at the right time before the sowing starts.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #276’.
Image by Jonathan Leppan on Unsplash.
Quarantined, we can’t get down to use the community space nor go upstairs to use the common terrace.
To feed our hungry mouths, the closest vendor supplies groceries at our doorstep once a week, reaffirming humanity at the most needed times.
In addition, thanks to her for gifting us a smile with a photo of our home captioned, “Thanks for the warm welcome with your wonderful cloth garland!”.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #275’.
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To those who’ve forgotten their lips curve up, he serves as an immovable charm.
By simply transferring his lovely smile, he inspires them to keep a step ahead and lift their flights.
People love finding comfort in his eyes, for he’s a mockingbird who sings the music of life with innocent vibes.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #270’.
I sit under a barren tree as rays of the sun start diminishing.
I hear a voice that’s more of an order, “Leave; it’s time for demons to rise.”
Astonished if it’s a miracle or a mystery, I rub my eyes only to see again with the same confusion – a mirage… Me in front of me.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #265’.
Is my brain befogged, or is everyone except me really looking out of focus?
Is this blurry veil meant to be the symptomatic inkling of isolation in a crowd?
Has the dark tunnel led me to Continue reading
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
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?
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #244’.
When Rune found a friend in me, it was his postures – hunched shoulders, ever lowered head, tucked-in tail, timid and fearful eyes – that portrayed him as an omega wolf yearning for a non-hurting companion.
The scars of terrible abuse could be felt when I patted his back while he sat silently by my side, but that didn’t mean he was loved less by the pack as I’ve witnessed the aggressive ones giving their dear omega a chance to win games at times.
Oddly, today I could feel a deep pain in his eyes that usually held fears and I was assured of my guess when Rune left my side in a direction opposite to that of his usual return, indicating that he has made his mind firm of becoming a lone wolf leaving his natal pack to nourish himself with adequate food and, find or form a new pack for himself beyond his birth territory.
Wolf Pack Mentality:
I loved this wolf in the photo so much that it inspired me to read about the characteristics of wolf packs. Continue reading
Approaching a lady at the market place, he told, “You don’t seem to belong here”, showing a photograph of hers that he had captured last week at the same place.
“Neither do I.”
Photo for the prompt
“Why don’t we Continue reading
Arms outstretched to the sky, with feet so high, they always tried to fly.
A while before, like an angel on a toe, each of them spun to lift spirits and gift joy.
However now, after a dashing performance, wonders vanished and the backstage holds fears, not that of winning but Continue reading
Tina’s pet Tony got terrified when she put his plush toy, which was more like his sibling, in the washing machine to clean it instead of the way she bathes him.
As an effort to comfort his baffled mind, she took Tony to the godown which is Continue reading
Celebrations failed when both of them followed the crowd and went missing.
Before silencing due to fear and tiredness, they were clever enough to garner attention by crying and barking loud, without knowing that they were actually screaming out a philosophy.
Those who follow the sea of people usually get lost in its waves. Continue reading
We, the lavender fields, bounded by mountains and green trees on one side were once cultivated by an estate owner with a good intention of escaping from the residues of the industrial revolution, bloomed to serve as visual treats to visitors, also spreading our aroma to lands around.
However, as generations passed, our lifestyle got changed just like yours, wherein we are plucked as buds even before we bloom so as to retain the colour, fragrance, and freshness longer.
Instead of helping the tourism industry bloom Continue reading
He’s a great observationalist who tells stories during his voyages – painted tales of nature that are untouched by time and the truths that go unnoticed in commoners life – all through his music.
When he rests his chin on the fiddle and starts moving the bow over the strings of his violin, the music emerging from the instrument as a result of friction is one of those things that we can’t see but still feel the heavenly touch.
Even after listening to Continue reading
Don’t get me wrong for standing without the basic protective gear, masks and gloves, because it’s 2050 and not 2020.
My friend is a designer with the hobby wall-painting and I’m a technologist waiting for him to come down so that we can together go to the playground.
The heart monitoring t-shirt I’m wearing Continue reading
“There’s a Turkish proverb, ‘If the world flooded, it wouldn’t matter to the ducks’, meaning things that are bad for you need not necessarily be bad for others.
But here, the thing that is good for you, the very essential bath, is directly impacting my health and senses, esp. the nasal that can’t bear your sweat stench, and my skin getting soaked in your creamy lather.
Being the leader of this flock, I’d Continue reading
I’m too crippled by weaknesses and fears to even ride this cycle.
The refulgent glow of the evening sky seems to warm the light of the burning bridges in my thoughts.
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