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
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
Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read.
He knows he’s in deep trouble now. A few months back, he came across a girl in the library he visits. He stalked her timings for about a week, not with wrong intentions though. With his observations, he started reading books in her often-visited genre. He initiated casual conversations one day and they gradually became friends.
She offered him book suggestions which he really enjoyed. She is someone who just doesn’t focus on the content or is bound to the works of one favourite author. She explored varieties. At times, she used to choose a book, just because the cover is attractive. Continue reading
Scene: Physics Tuition
He coughed; she turned accidentally. Since then, they started exchanging voiceless words through eyes and letters, all brimming with love.
Scene: At home
Now, he coughs and she turns again, this time with a stern look. 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
artistic fantasy
stare at an empty canvas
world of peace exemplified
Falling in love with her art, he called her for the first time. They spoke until it was closing time for the night sky. Continue reading
His mom was worried about her son’s solitude and dull attitude after he got transferred to the new city. As a lead to comfort him, she enquired upon his early arrival, “Why didn’t you attend your office party?”
“I’m not a misanthrope, Mom. I just don’t get along with the people here,” he replied in an irritating tone and immediately apologized 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
A monkey ‘Spunky’ lost some key to a bunny ‘Bunkey’. Spunky, who’s a flunkey to a hunky junkie, clung to the monkeypod fearing the slinky walk of that clunky lad, abandoning the key in his name ‘spunky’.
Picture for the prompt
Glossary:
➟ clunky – old-fashioned. Continue reading
Mornings beside the window that’d bring in chill air and pleasant sight from the park, now escorted stench and an unbearable sight.
The new neighbour disturbed Preethi’s peace with her tamed peristeronic flock. 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
She’s an adept player who knows the nuances of the game. Indeed, she finds it strategical, imbibing philosophies of life.
But, she just doesn’t understand why is it always the queen who has to die for her king?
This is in response to the ‘Weekend Writing Prompt’ by Sammi Cox. The word prompt for this week is ‘Nuance’, and the challenge is to limit a piece of prose or poem to exactly 38 words.
It’s been fifty years since our first house-warming, and it’s our first visit since the last twenty years.
These steps that I considered as nature’s gift to our house, have worn out unable to bear the weights of memories and repetitive human actions over time.
Photo for the prompt (from scvincent.com)
The flattened knob of the blue main door at the inside, remind my kids’ fast entry into the home from school, hitting it hard on the wall. The cushions on the old bamboo sofa look like flatbread slices filled with dust.
The rug at the entrance, when moved, portrays its duty of Continue reading
It has been seven years. Maaya’s still single, with no family. Day by day, her discomfort was growing bigger and bigger than her comforts, especially after her distant mother’s demise. Completely shattered, she decided to step out of her ruts and lookout for a new way to solace her disturbed mind.
She had her dinner, and then sent an email full of unsaid words that weighed heavy in her heart for a long time. She didn’t dare to check the mailbox again for a reply. The night passed restlessly. But still, she was determined not to turn on her internet till 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
Scooby has been a great spy for years now. There’s none to beat him in the rat democracy, and today is the day he is to retire.
He was blessed with the lifespan of a human for his kind act as a little rat, and he utilized the boon to its fullest, mostly for the improvement of his species. With his efforts, he transformed the shabby rat communities to clean and respectable societies.
He didn’t want to leave his nation and nationals in trouble after his retirement. With proper pre-planning, he has already completed training the best squad of Continue reading
Mark made sure to visit countryside, the ones whose zip codes have been forgotten long ago, annually after his retirement. His grandson Marcus was puzzled by this behaviour and wanted to know why Mark chose remote areas instead of tourist destinations.
Determined, he made Mark wait until his vacation and accompanied him. Mark took him to a land so far from their residence which Marcus had never dreamt existed in his country.
Awestruck by its beauty, he started apprehending the strange hinterland hidden in his grandpa’s heart.
This is in response to the ‘Weekend Writing Prompt’ by Sammi Cox. The word prompt for this week is ‘Hinterland’, and the challenge is to limit a piece of prose or poem to exactly 87 words.
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
Crazy Nerds 