It leaves 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.

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The hash-tag-#( a double haiku)

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.

Twittering Tales#105-9October

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/

Happiness

Manifesto-Word of the Day Challenge ( a cinquain)

A plan, Woven on dreams, A life manifesto, It was against the protocol, Now gone. Via: https://wp.me/p4fJkz-vz

Twittering Tales#103-25 September-2018

The Wishing Tree was once lush and green. Tiny birds crooned and ambled on its wavy branches. Their nests hung in myriad shapes. A microcosm of life! But man made the world his own and life a travesty! The leaves withered and birds left. Now costly shoes hung on the dried branches Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-4Sm

Carnival- Word of the Day Challenge -a haiku

Life a carnival, Mirth shaded melancholy, As salty tears dance. Via: https://wp.me/p6RxSt-bYe

If tomorrow will come

As I stand at the cusp, I pause and think. What had gone by, Its kaleidoscope whirred in mind's eye. Those buried dreams,those inane desires, Those silly joys, Long gone and dead, Now get a whiff of life, Make tarried movements, As they rouse from their hoary slumber. I reminisce our camaraderie, How we wove… Continue reading If tomorrow will come

Twittering Tales #102 – Broken Barbies – 18 September 2018

She loved her Barbies with their blonde hair and flouncy dresses. The world was all pink and lovely. As she stepped out into the wide world, all she saw was grey. The beauty was the beast and blessed with a ubiquitous plastic presence. Her Barbies were of yore were no more. Via: https://katmyrman.com/2018/09/18/twittering-tales-102-broken-barbies-18-september-2018/