Cobbled Clutter

The cobbled clutter, Finely etched, Imprinted by Time's Surf, I try to walk on the monolith beauty, But it chided me in arrogance. For I fell flat down, Trapped in the cloistered spaces, Losing myself in the labyrinth, The tenacious clutter never let me go. The cobbled clutter, That is life, Full of adamant edifices,… Continue reading Cobbled Clutter

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Just You

It's your day, The chimes strike the notes you wish, Each moment your own, And yourself. All this while, You have been trudging by, Doing what been told. A cataclysm, One morning, And you woke up from that reverie. You shook up the cobwebs, Opened the mind's windows, As sunny warmth fragrant, And vernal gush,… Continue reading Just You

My staircase

My staircase, Wide arched, It's wood lined steps tapering, Narrowing as it moved higher, The teak polished banister, Embellished with muslin and silk, Wreathed with hued autumnal blossoms. I look at it in awe, As I tread softly on its steps. It leads me up to a landing, As I stand face to face with… Continue reading My staircase

A bubble – a haiku

She floated through storms, In iridescent bubble, But unscathed she shone.

Another December

Another December, Another year drawing to a close, As you muse, You see, A plethora of things not done, Milestones still to reach. You wonder, If this year ever was. For nothing changed, Nothing new, The wheels of life churning usual brew. And you trudge along, Awaiting the advent of new hour, When the bell… Continue reading Another December

Word of the Day Challenge – Imagination( a cinquain)

She flew, Traversing far, Her imagination, Her wings as she soared high fearless, All hers. Via : https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/24/imagination/

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Hoping against hope, Fighting her life's stormy tides, She anchored future.

My dream

Living the dream, I often see, What I want to see. Filling my hues, Suffused with untold emotions, Painted with untold words, Embedded with buried thought. Undaunted, Adamant, I refuse to let it go, Tenaciously clinging onto it. Someday, It will rise from the dark shadows, Rivetting out from the deep caverns, Its fiery aura… Continue reading My dream