Dance in the dark

I can see the moon over the meadow, As you twirl into my arms, We'll dance in the dark, And race the rivers where they run. For you and I fill find a place, Beneath a blanket made of stars, To start afresh. When the dawn is almost upon us, We will find our footsteps…

A Tale

Two lonely souls, Together They created, The oasis of love, The Eden of mirth, The Isle of ecstasy, The fountain of hope. Together They did, That alone they could not.

TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 243, #SYNONYMSONLY

Ruth, from RuthKlein’s Scribbles, has selected words: Family & Peace My synonyms are clan and love I have written an Abhanga. Love: A Requiem times strange now we live inclan of near and dear onesblood ties yet love outrunseach to his own show of lifetime charadesstoic coldness aboundsself interests compoundtrue love no more Via :…

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 58: (BLACK) in the C rhyme line.

Days of yore when less was so more, One television and few shows, A loud hue and cry and sharp rows, All sat down to have fun galore, Neighborhood bonhomie to fore, Images only white and black, But colours of life would bounce back, Television now smart ,men dumb, Profound joys of life have gone…

An Ode to my Father

This is a repost. I had written this last year but I happened to read it and I want to share it once again for it is close to my heart.💕💕 My Father, My best friend! My unswerving teacher, You taught me with love, All that I know. You taught me life, Taught me to…

Celebrating Mothers

I loved her, And she loved me all the more. I cried, And she cried all the more. But the dewy pearls only inside seen, For outside she was all serene. Her warm embrace, Her gentle a hug, A pat on the cheek, And a ponytail tug, It made me laugh away all my turmoils.…

An ode to a mother

A microcosm of love, No questions asked, Divinity manifested.

As it soared high

A soul soared high, Bonds broken, An Ariel free, It waltzed to the notes, Its own. And denizens below, It watched them, Faces seen, Aeons ago, Now saying kind words, No longer in a surly tone. Maybe! They were glad to see it go. Goodies passed, Tables laid in bountiful, Dainty linen, Shining cutlery on…

Twittering Tales#124-19 February 2019

To cure us of our cyber megalomania, the crafty Grandpa set up a treasure trail in the old town with a holiday in Paris as the prize. With our smartphones confiscated,we were given maps to find our way.We had no Google to find how to read the Map. Grandpa won and is in Paris! (276…

Seeking(double haiku)

Seeking truth of life, Unveiling many facets, She found it inside. The feigned guise all time, Simulating make believe, She saw through it all.