As I submerge in the stream of its heady fragrance. I muse over trivia, I talk to myself seeing through the life's mesh, I try to find me in that cup of life. It is nirvana, It is my Eureka moment, It is my time for me, Coffee,without you, I would not be me!
An ode to chocolate with this double haiku A silky repreive, That deep burst so ecelectic, A pure ecstasy! Banishing my blues, Soothing my inner tempest Leaving tranquil trail!
The star shaped cookie was an amalgam of all latent dreams. She wished to shine like those bright stars on dark skies. And the heart shaped ones were a cache of her love for the diaspora around. The vanilla essence fired up a luscious aroma as she rolled out myriad shapes. (274 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-53d
The crisp leaves were meticulously cut ,soaked and gently scrubbed till they shone and pulsated into that green mannah that she drank with gusto. Next morning,the headlines screamed that spinach in the stalls had been laced with deadly arsenic!This is the parody of our times! (278 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/08/twittering-tales-118-8-january-2019/
Before you give away, The pieces of your heart, Make sure that there is enough left, In the space inside, Enough to hear it's gentle thrum, That tells you to always hold onto hope.
She was guilty For she did not conform. She could not be reigned, So she was shackled. She wanted to run free, They tied her hard with ropes of rules. Her wanton streak, Her untamed spirit, They made her conscience guilty. For she was to be, What she had to be, And not what she… Continue reading Guilty
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I am unfurling my wings, As the cold has stopped, Seeping into my skin. I am learning to partake, In the small joys of life For I can finally feel, The spring in my fingertips. The time to sleep is through, As the wind is now thrumming, With the chance to start afresh.
She clutched his pictures tightly to her chest, For these photos were the only way, She could hold on to his fleeting memories, She wanted to never let go of the wonderful man in her pictures, Her camera had frozen him in time, She took solace in the fact that the frame would contain the… Continue reading Holding on