What it means when your birthday comes. You wake up all charged up gearing up for new horizons,looking forward to what you want more in life. You look back with nostalgia at the years behind you. A smile on your lips and eyes watery, you reminisce the days gone by. Just for a day maybe,… Continue reading Ramblings
Monday Musings# Nov 18
Leftovers of yesterday, Simmering in today's broth, That we relish tomorrow.
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 153 #SynonymsOnly
An unsung Ode ( a senryu) Beauty in her soul, Her bright spirit a beacon, But still much maligned. Via:https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/11/12/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-153-synonymsonly/
Wordless Wednesday
Twittering Tales#162-12 November 2019
Unity The nation was being divided on the basis of colour and caste. Its people formed a human chain each holding different coloured blank placards. The infinite chain amalgamating its diaspora silently spelt aloud their oneness.Unity in diversity was their essence. (262 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/11/12/twittering-tales-162-12-november-2019/
Life’s Hope( An etheree)
Life, A game, Some sixes, And some sevens, On rolling the dice. As you climb the ladders, But to reach where you started. Taming the tempestuous tides, Windy sails tenaciously tethered, As sanguine hope becomes this life's anchor.
Now no more
Searching, Delving deep, I find, Nothing but a void. Empty spaces, Meaningless chiasm, A null microcosm. False visages, Flashy images, That show what they mean not. Not to be trusted, Eyes veiled, Soul masked, Thoughts hidden, Truth nowhere, And no more. As I lament, For the days of yore, When you knew them, Utmost to… Continue reading Now no more
A Happy Diwali ( a haiku)
A flicker of hope, Myriad but luminous, Radiating love.
Wordless Wednesday: A stony arched passage to hope
A writer’s block( Haibun)
What happens when you want to write but struggle to find those elusive words. You look in hope at inane things and make sage ones your Muse. But again the words play truant. There is an arid terrain and you yearn for a tempest of words, a surge of thought, a storm of ideas and… Continue reading A writer’s block( Haibun)
