The Roadmap

Life is not a straight road with signs that would help you find your way, You can never know where you are heading Or if you are meandering astray, But you must keep on walking towards the great unknown, For what your destiny may have in store for you could be better than what you'd…

Shadows have remained

You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent, And your memories are suspended in time. Every life that you have brushed up against, Lives with an imprint of you, That is trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory forever remains the same. It's like leaving each place, That you have…

The white rose ( a haibun)

I walked on the grassy patch. I caught a whiff from a solitary white rose perched high amidst the foliage.Its subtle fragrance made me stop awhile to gaze at it.I wondered how it spread so much fragrance or why was it pristine white.I wondered how it stood unblemished and untarnished with all the dust and…

Flea Market -2

In the hustle of our daily life,we meet so many people. We see so many faces,faces that we don't know or may never see again. But they leave a mark on our minds,an image that stays imprinted forever.Today's star in the Flea Market is The Kind Stranger.First,let us be clear about the definition of the…

Flea Market-1

A strange name for I am not going shopping. It came to my mind for I feel the world is one big flea market full of strange people, ordinary people,people with idiosyncrasies,people with temper, people who love and those who hate. Why not chronicle these caricatures? Today 's star is Jelly - in- the -…

Thursday photo prompt: Storm #writephoto( a repost)

As I step inside the stony monolith atop the green hill, I am entranced. The dark grey clouds above seemed to echo its sombre appearance. Each stone has a story to tell. They are worn out for they have stood the brunt of time. Some have been ravaged by mother Nature. And some by the…

#WritePhoto Prompt

A shady cloister lonely afar, Verdantly hued radiantly alive. The sturdy bark tainted with time, Hoary branches waltzed in the wind. The fringed leaves resonating in symphony, A silent cacophony. The fiery green on the ground, It infused all the colours, It imbibed all the sounds, A viaduct of life, Carrying the ecstatic stream, To…

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 15/2020

"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pro/con.” Talk about the pros and cons of anything." The pros and cons of living in times of Corona. Life is a peculiar tale. You win some and you lose some. As you are confined in your home,you spend only on basic essentials, there by increasing…

Lockdown Day 51

So many days have passed and the storm has not blown over yet. We are in the eye of storm as numbers surge. Life is going to be different and difficult and restrained. And there are going to be more hungry mouths and poor. We are at a war but the enemy is unseen. We…

Lockdown Day 44

The days are being ticked off and the numbers are many. It is just like floating in a lacuna with no sense of time. Days begin and end in the same manner in a rhythmical clockwork mechanism. The new normal has become abohorrent. I rant to myself to let out steam. I go to the…