The power of pink, A cynosure so brazen, Yet love radiates. A very Happy Women's Day to all of you. A salute to the Pink Brigade.
My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.
The star shaped cookie was an amalgam of all latent dreams. She wished to shine like those bright stars on dark skies. And the heart shaped ones were a cache of her love for the diaspora around. The vanilla essence fired up a luscious aroma as she rolled out myriad shapes. (274 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-53d
The vicious storm's whirlwind had destroyed all. Hunger was rampant. The tenacious women scoured through the scattered debris retrieving their battered pans.,collecting the dried bark and fallen fruit, and digging out the tuber. Huge fires dotted the land that fed hungry souls. (279 characters) Via :https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/15/twittering-tales-119-15-january-2019/
This is in response to the prompt by Patricia @ https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/10919228/posts/2137239039 "Dancing to the tunes of destiny, She pirouetted to fame, The decibels rose and fell, Still she danced to rythm of life, Impervious to the cacophony around ."
It's your day, The chimes strike the notes you wish, Each moment your own. All this while, You have been trudging by, Doing what been told. A cataclysm, One morning, And you woke up from that reverie. You shook up the cobwebs, Opened the mind's windows, As sunny warmth fragrant, And vernal gush, It thawed… Continue reading Just You
She floated through storms, In iridescent bubble, But unscathed she shone.
Seeking truth of life, Unveiling many facets, She found it inside. The feigned guise all time, Simulating make believe, She saw through it all.
Stranger! Who are you? I don't know you at all. All these years, I lived deluded. A mirage I envisaged, Lush green and crystal blue. But sandstorms and stormy blizzards, Blew away those grainy sands of my fancy, Leaving behind a barren trail. Nothing out of nothing! It blew away those false charades, A facade… Continue reading A stranger
It's the season of weddings. The media is splashed with celebrity wedding pictures as we gape in awe at the couture costumes and dreamy sequences, a page out of another world. We dream and conjure of living that glam dream. But mundane people like me can only look from afar and watch the hoopla with… Continue reading A wedding ( a Limerick)