The cycle of life( a Haibun) As the pristine icy snow melted with the advent of spring, it gave birth to a vivacious and bubbly froth.The cerulean drops danced along the valleys,cascaded down mighty falls and waltzing in symphony with pebbled music. The pure manna rejuvenated the arid plains and infused life into the dried… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Yearning #writephoto (A repost)
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Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun): A Repost
My soul tethered deep into my conscience is my anchor of life. Strong and sturdy, weathering the life's storms,it has grown. Lateral branches lush with verdant emotions, lush with life sprout shading me from harsh glares. They droop down burdened with the plethora of life's emoticons. And as they touch down to meet my inner… Continue reading Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun): A Repost
Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 23rd, 2020
"Your prompt for JusJoJan January 23rd, 2020, is “drive.” Use the word “drive” any way you’d like" You cannot always be jovial, But you can always be brave. Life will give every reason to give up, But still you drive your problems away. You pick yourself up, Amalgamating myriad pieces into a composite whole, That… Continue reading Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 23rd, 2020
One-Liner Wednesday/JusJoJan the 8th, 2020 – Happiness
Ride the surf of happiness in life's tempest Via: https://lindaghill.com/2020/01/08/one-liner-wednesday-jusjojan-the-8th-2020-happiness/
City Lights( a haiku)
A city aglow, The burnished dazzle so far, The stars shine no more.
Monday Musings# Nov 18
Leftovers of yesterday, Simmering in today's broth, That we relish tomorrow.
A dark night
A night dark and deep, Haunted by melancholic depths, Lone stood a tree, Its barren branches, Standing proud. For the crescent moon, Arched amidst the arid branches, Anointed them with a mystical hue. Embellished and adorned, The silvery beacon, It showed many lost souls, A weary way to redemption. Darkness shows you the way. Just… Continue reading A dark night
It arose ( a double haiku)
Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .
An ode to a mother
A microcosm of love, No questions asked, Divinity manifested.
Shadows ( a haiku )
Two hearts side by side, Embalmed in a golden bliss, And now umbrageous.
