The independent she who loves life
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/
Fate,an enigma, An answer untold, Unforseen and unexpected. We wish to chart our own paths, But the paths we tread on, Preordained. We strive to acquire, But the mighty hand chooses all, It decides to dole out what it deems fit. You rave and rant, But it just shrugs off the rancour, With a haughty… Continue reading My fate
She looked deep inside the well of her mind,the cobblered walls weathered by the turns of life. All she could see was an endless dark abyss. And then she spied a shadowed halo of light encircling the dark arid well. And she smiled undaunted. (261 characters) Via : https://katmyrman.com/2018/11/20/twittering-tales-111-19-november-2018/
She stared at the empty frame, a replica of void in her life. Her loved ones whom she had given her all had robbed her of all hues. She was a blank canvas awaiting a splash of colours. But she swathed herself in pink and purple blossoms that lent her hope and new shades of… Continue reading Twittering Tales#109-6
A plan, Woven on dreams, A life manifesto, It was against the protocol, Now gone. Via: https://wp.me/p4fJkz-vz
The murals told the tales of distant past long gone .Men then fought and killed each other. All glory laid to dust. The myriad figures stand alone. But the story has not changed. Men still keep on fighting and killing each other. And the stony walls blood washed shine anew. (272 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-4SZ
Aeons ago, What happened, Then it mattered. And now, It is a faint memory, Consigned to a dark corner, A relic! It's facade swathed with sheaths, Sheaths of new memories, Myriad feelings, Cobwebbed and meshed. As I blow away the dust of memories, I gasp and choke. But those years remain a distant blur, I… Continue reading My timeline
She stood by the window, Gazing at the blue sky above, Her fingers deftly knitted the blue cardigan, And her mind’s eye weaved her dreams, Dreams of the baby in blue. She caressed her stomach bloated big , And reassured the tiny life inside, It was a part of her being, A slice of her… Continue reading A mother’s tale
