Hospitable! How do you define it? Looking after your guests,being friendly and cordial to them! This is the literal meaning. And metaphorically,the connotations are many. Hospitable means to have a large heart that is full of love and joy. It means to make more out of less. It gives you a sense of satiety that… Continue reading Hospitable:Ragtag Daily Prompt
She thought that she was without beauty, Like a candle devoid of a spark, So she set her feelings on fire. And prayed that it would be her salvation, She was like a river that had run dry, So she filled those cracks with the sweet sound of her laughter. And a flood of tears… Continue reading She’s all light and wonder
As I sit with eyes closed, I listen to the rain falling. The droplets white, Make a rhapsody all around. The gentle pelt, An everlasting cascade, It rises to a crescendo, Only to ebb into a perennial flow. It drums up a symphony profound, All notes perfectly found, The wild cacophany around, It does not… Continue reading What it tells me
The darkest night, A lonely soul, And the blind void. A bottomless abyss, The frightening gong, The deafening death knell. The burgeoning avalanche, The rumbling earthquake, The venting lava. They all take me in, They all immerse me, In gory vengeful wrath. But as I fall down, A light hand wrests my slide, With a… Continue reading She made me smile
The lion roared, The dragons sleighed, Batoned down by a superhero And all seen over a pan fried pizza.😀😀
She was guilty For she did not conform. She could not be reigned, So she was shackled. She wanted to run free, They tied her hard with ropes of rules. Her wanton streak, Her untamed spirit, They made her conscience guilty. For she was to be, What she had to be, And not what she… Continue reading Daily prompt:guilty
The tempest died down, The stormy winds now pacified, Their anger dissipated, They no longer whistle that hollow rumble. They blow sweet and satiated, The gentle rustle, Creating a melody in symphony. The trees tired after the dance in the gale, Now repose in still slumber. The branches brown and bare, Stare at the leaves… Continue reading When the tempest died down
With cards close to the chest, They hug them tight. They pretend to lose to win, Raising the stakes. They win your trust, To build their own bridges. They sweep the game through, For you have lost it all.
Let the gust of air blow away the cobwebs. Let it rustle new life into you.
I often wonder why relationships don't remain the same? Why does love and affection fall prey to the viccissitudes of time? We spend our lives nurturing a relationship,building it brick by brick with care and deliberation. Then we rest easy because we are sure that our edifice will withstand the storms. But it falls down… Continue reading The placebo effect