Thursday photo prompt: Wistful #writephoto

A Haibun The vast empty moorland extended into miles of lush greenery, virgin pristine forests. The rising rays of the sun warm pink seemed to blend into the misty moorlands,a melange of heavens and earth. The entire diaspora was in harmony. There was no one to disrupt the ecstatic peace. Lonely are lands now, Yet… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Wistful #writephoto

A Prayer( a haibun)

We all await with a baited breath afraid and full of fear. Awaiting the apocalypse,it all seems to be happening somewhere far- fetched. It is more likely a movie of doomsday playing. We had read about plagues and epidemics in past times. It could not happen to us. We are the millennials,the natives of all… Continue reading A Prayer( a haibun)

Thursday photo prompt: Memory #writephoto

A Haibun I stand in a stony stupefied slumber on a lush verdant expanse of life. My feelings and emotions have crystallised and amalgamated into two massive frigid boulders that are made more callous and cold by the winter snow. They stand like unrelenting sentinels at my soul's door blocking out all memories. I see… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Memory #writephoto

Thursday Photo Prompt#Choice#writephoto

A Haibun I stood on the cliff watching the crystal clear waters of the brook dancing merrily down the slope. On the cold wintry morning,as the trees shivered,they carefully preserved their green leaves and looked morosely at the brown grass. The harsh winter had shorn it of its verdant splendor. They took solace from the… Continue reading Thursday Photo Prompt#Choice#writephoto

Thursday photo prompt: Keep #writephoto

A Haibun I could see the ruins standing resplendent in their stony ardour through the small gap in its strong walls where the stone had fallen prey to the vagaries of time. Nestled far deep in an expanse of wild foliage,the remnants of three towers protruded majestically high up in the sky. They were the… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Keep #writephoto

A writer’s block( Haibun)

What happens when you want to write but struggle to find those elusive words. You look in hope at inane things and make sage ones your Muse. But again the words play truant. There is an arid terrain and you yearn for a tempest of words, a surge of thought, a storm of ideas and… Continue reading A writer’s block( Haibun)

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 136 #PhotoPrompt

A Beacon ( A Haibun) The stony steps lined by a verdant gossamer of thin moss led to the teak panelled door of the house. Embedded in the pristine granite frame,it stood guard,a sentinel to love and life inside. The trellis lush with green foliage embellished its facade. Radiating a vernal bloom that was incited… Continue reading Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 136 #PhotoPrompt

Thursday photo prompt: Yearning #writephoto

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

Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun)

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 quest (a Haibun)

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)