The world tells me that I am wrong, Then you will knock on my door softly. Knock,knock,knock! The soft knock, It rustles up a wave in me, Of crests and troughs. I oscillate to and fro, Trying to fathom the flow. I hit a dead end, I rebound back, Not to bend but to transcend,… Continue reading The silent knock
She sat on the long wooden bench watching the people walking by. The doctors hurried to their OPD rooms in stiff shirts,the nurses masked and gloved in crisp uniforms hovering by. And the patients of all ages just watching stoic and maudlin. The aroma of the tantalising coffee from the kiosk mingled with the septic… Continue reading A quest (a Haibun)
If tomorrow comes, It will be, A harbinger of things new, Ushering in an ardent hope, Unearthing a cache of hidden dreams. If tomorrow comes, It will write new stories, Etching the leaves of time, Erasing the tales of yore, That mean no more. If tomorrow comes, It will heal old wounds, Festering animosity, Now… Continue reading If tomorrow Comes
The metropolis melange, Anonymous faces, Faceless, Countless, Buzzing by. And I, Lost in the crowd. Then, A kind look, A stranger in the crowd, Smiles, And holds my hand, As I follow him, In the city maze, A friend in solitude, No ifs and buts, No gives and takes, Just a friend with no name!
In response to this week's challenge by Colleen,my words are Time and Love. And my Haiku is: Ebb of time so more, Hearts still beating in tandem, Love surfs through travails. Via: https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/02/05/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-122/
When people take you for granted and you don't realise it! You are good ,selfless and kind. You think for them before considering yourselves. But they just forget you. Obliterating you from their minds, rough- shodding you and simply discarding once the purpose is served. When you see through them,lot of water has flown under… Continue reading Saturday Surmise
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
Destiny, Now kind, Bountiful blessings, Showered, Manifold. Enamoured, Cosseted, I snuggle, In its warm embrace, The numb chill, Warmed in its eternal brace. The dark and dreary days, Now far-fetched, A hazy memory, Faintly imprinted in mind's caverns. As the tides turn, Sunny days lighten my world, A sheath of pristine joy, Cavalcades through my… Continue reading A solicit