Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .
My soul tethered deep into my conscience is my anchor of life. Strong and sturdy, weathering the life's storms,it has grown. Lateral branches lush with verdant emotions, lush with life sprout shading me from harsh glares. They droop down burdened with the plethora of life's emoticons. And as they touch down to meet my inner… Continue reading Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun)
A precipice steep,Overlooks a grey expanse,A hope golden shines.
The fiery orb, A crimson hued blue canopy, Now burning bright, A golden sheath on a cerulean expanse. The vain orb, Haughty, It descends on the dusky plains, Imprinting the dreary lands, Now ebulliently aglow. The gutsy gale, Fluttering the verdant palm fringed green, And the tiny bird, Waltzes to the aerial rhythm. The windy… Continue reading Resplendently Free
She sat on the long wooden bench watching the people walking by. The doctors hurried to their OPD rooms in stiff shirts,the nurses masked and gloved in crisp uniforms hovering by. And the patients of all ages just watching stoic and maudlin. The aroma of the tantalising coffee from the kiosk mingled with the septic… Continue reading A quest (a Haibun)