The mother and its offspring is a tale that crosses all boundaries of species. A mother loves her baby,her replica. She hovers around it casting a protective sheath. Her baby is her golden fleece. She cherishes it,nurtures it. Her child tells the story of her life (261 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com
There is beauty in your imperfections, The things that are most true, Are filled with flaws, covered in cracks, You stumble on your sentences, Forget the words that you need, You are real, To those parading as perfection, Pay them no heed, For it is you and how you feel, It is you and those… Continue reading Be You
A life, The trail of thought, The wave of emotion, The stormy surf on cobbled sand, A blend!
You spend years of life, Years of life that go by, Years that you dreamt of, Years that you cherished with dreams of life. Years roll by, All in a silent cacophony, The nimble tread of time, You failed to hear it's chimes, It eavesdropped, It knew your secret desires. But the stealthy elf, It… Continue reading Play of Time
A palette of colours, Splash of life, Dabbled on a canvas. And then, The colours of nature, Myriad hues, The dazzle in dark, As distant lights, Luminous and proud, And the silvery crescent, Adorning the dark canvas. It's all magic! Beauty is right before me, I just need the eyes to see it.
The circle of life, It begins where it ends, And after traversing myriad paths, You realize too late, That you are where you began. Deceptive de-tours, Digressing paths, Angles that falsely subtend, It was all a facade. For nothing changed, You thought that you had moved on, Moving onto new horizons, Inching towards a life.… Continue reading Life in a circle…..
What the world tells you, But that inner voice whispers, A bewildered you!
Something dear, Something close, It leaves you, It vanishes suddenly. And you, Left bereft, Trying to fathom, What you lost, Will it ever resurrect? The void remains, As you reminisce, Tears roll, But to no suffice.
The hash-tag lava Spurted out that was hushed up, A torrid deluge. Making voices heard, As the heavy boulders fall, In their own craters.
The keys on the typewriters rusty as no one touched them. Relics of history,they were consigned to the arid plains of oblivion. Epitome of grander times,when you ruled the keyboard. Time has turned. The travesty of our times that keys rule us ,more smaller and smarter. (267 characters) Via : https://katmyrman.com/2018/10/09/twittering-tales-105-9-october-2018/