Amble along the alleys of life, Savouring joys untold, Fathoming the fantasies bold. Unlock the cache of joy, For life is to live to the core, Life's treasure trove brims with exuberant ecstasy all the more. You will smile, If you let yourself smile, And not dampen the euphoric rapture. Behold the beauty of life,… Continue reading Amble -Word of the Day Challenge
Pages of life, Turning one by one, Each telling a story. A story of love, A story of hope, A story of braving the odds, A story of fighting the twists of fate. But the tale does not end here, How the odds were overwhelmed by a lone Braveheart? Whose hand none held. She was… Continue reading She lived to tell
Life is a drama, Masque and hide the real you, You into your own.
If you look on the sidelines, In the dark corners, You'll find her, Hidden by her mane, Her nose in a book. With her head in the clouds, Hiding her feelings, Away from the world, If you sat by her, While the world passed you by, She would tell you a story. Behind the pain… Continue reading Her story
She stood by the window, Gazing at the blue sky above, Her fingers deftly knitted the blue cardigan, And her mind’s eye weaved her dreams, Dreams of the baby in blue. She caressed her stomach bloated big , And reassured the tiny life inside, It was a part of her being, A slice of her… Continue reading A mother’s tale
She was one of those rare ones, Who could feel the sun on her skin during the coldest winters, For she loved herself, And the whole world loved her for it.
Hospitable! How do you define it? Looking after your guests,being friendly and cordial to them! This is the literal meaning. And metaphorically,the connotations are many. Hospitable means to have a large heart that is full of love and joy. It means to make more out of less. It gives you a sense of satiety that… Continue reading Hospitable:Ragtag Daily Prompt
Evanescent dreams, With a sad dulled gleam, Life a humdrum, a blue centrum, And all hope dried streams. Via: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/evanescent/
The serried twists, The sharp turns, They bend so close, In deep folds. I walk along in tremulous fear, Gingerly circumventing the folds, The sharp edges bite into my soul, Ripping it at its core. On the two sides, An endless abyss, Rolling into infinite caverns, Stretching into deep gorges. My eyes swim with tears… Continue reading RDP#33:Serried