One day, She floated free, Breaking all those bonds, Ties that anchored her not. She called out to deaf walls, Her cries resonated in her own ears, And tears that shed, But moved none. She wanted a hand to hold to, An ear to whisper her untold fears into. Her cries stifled, Her pain silenced.… Continue reading Flown free
When that cauldron overflows, Surging, The vent bursts open, Spewing out the simmering lava, Burning with its latent heat, Stoked over years. It just flows, Overwhelming, Consuming, Reckless of what comes on its way. It wants to break free, The volcanic dam unshackled. It just flows, Meandering down unknown slopes. It does not know, What… Continue reading It just flows
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/
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
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 question of life, She resolved to decipher, A stark enigma. Via: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/64808775/posts/2056059039
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/
A plan, Woven on dreams, A life manifesto, It was against the protocol, Now gone. Via: https://wp.me/p4fJkz-vz