Thursday photo prompt: Wistful #writephoto

A Haibun The vast empty moorland extended into miles of lush greenery, virgin pristine forests. The rising rays of the sun warm pink seemed to blend into the misty moorlands,a melange of heavens and earth. The entire diaspora was in harmony. There was no one to disrupt the ecstatic peace. Lonely are lands now, Yet… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Wistful #writephoto

What Day is it Anyway? Friday, March 27th, 2020

Today was day Three. I got up a bit late and did my morning prayers. Catching up with friends over WhatsApp over a cup of tea cheered me up. We sent each other stupid emojis and laughed. It was an emoji battle,silly and childish. But everyone wanted a diversion, a reprieve from all that was… Continue reading What Day is it Anyway? Friday, March 27th, 2020

What Day is it Anyway? Thursday, March 26th, 2020

The second day dawned bright. The sun was high up in the sky. It is getting warmer and you get up in beads of sweat under the duvet. I look morosely at the AC dying to put it on. But Corona scared me. I did some cooking and some household chores. It is now sinking… Continue reading What Day is it Anyway? Thursday, March 26th, 2020

What Day is it Anyway, Wednesday,March 25th, 2020

Day one# 21 Day Lockdown. Officially,today is day one. But it started on Sunday. We all are dazed and trying to come to terms with it. Its strange. No door- bells. No papers. No honking. And no evening walks by the bay. And no house- help. I am the cook,the cleaner, the laundry incharge. The… Continue reading What Day is it Anyway, Wednesday,March 25th, 2020

Thursday photo prompt: Crown #writephoto

What you sow, You shall reap, They said. I worked hard, Day and night, All rolled into one. I harvested the fruits, Mellow and juicy, A luscious aroma, It spread in my life. But, I lost my way, Deceived in the maze, The bare stalks laughed at me, Swaying merrily, Spread in the vast expanse.… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Crown #writephoto


You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent. And your memories are suspended in time. Lives that you have brushed up against, Now live with an imprint of you, Firmly trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory not. You leave the steps in the sands of time, And you come… Continue reading Shadows

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 21/2020

"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “welcome.” Use it any way you’d like." I have written a Shadorma on our life nowadays. Men in fear, A trail of anguish, Life locked up, A standstill, Nature welcomes the reprieve, It rejunevates. . Via: