A life, A story, You write some , Erase some. You wish to draw some, But gusts of stormy tempest, It blows the grains away. You look on. And you still draw, Small lines, Broken lines, Anonymous, Indistinct. Someday, Those lines would merge, An amalgam of all the broken ones, And a masterpiece borne. For… Continue reading Life- story
Decibels of Joy, Unsung verses, A placid symphony, It is that time of year. A surreal white, A burnished cold, That warms your heart, Soothing the anguish, Subduing the rant, It makes you smile. You want to live it each time, For it is that time of year, When love pervades, Amidst jingles of joy,… Continue reading Celebration and Jubilation….
The luminescent hue, The luscious fragrance, The delicate Petal, Its silky gossamer, Allure imbued. The floral leaf, It stood proud. A symphony it was, As it twirled to the wind's note, The branches jamboreed in mirth. Buzzing bees cavorted, As dancing leaves jested at their prank, A playful gambol and love, I stood mesmerised, As… Continue reading The Fallen Petal
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 ."
Today is the festival of Lohri in North India. Sitting in the biting chill besides the bonfires,basking in its warmth and revelling in the love of our dear ones. Crimson ember sparks, The wintry haze shuddering, As new hopes dazzled.
What the world tells you, But that inner voice whispers, A bewildered you!
When your mind wants , Nothing else, But, To go on a vacation. It wants to shut down, The constant buzz, It has drained its power. It just wants to procrastinate, It wants to stand and stare, As the world runs by. It tells you to take a pause, But you pay it no heed.… Continue reading When your mind wants……..
She had learnt how to love herself, And that was the most dangerous weapon of all. She changed the hoary paradigms, As she set precursors new. New beginnings, Distant shores, Lands beyond and unknown, She strove to find her lot.
The serried twists, The sharp turns, They bend so close, In deep folds. I walk along in tremulous fear, Gingerly circumventing the folds, The sharp edges bite into my soul, Ripping it at its core. On the two sides, An endless abyss, Rolling into infinite caverns, Stretching into deep gorges. My eyes swim with tears… Continue reading RDP#33:Serried
Italian pasta in white and red, Myriad shapes all in the sauce bed, Subtle aroma in the paste, Enhancing delectable taste, My palate roused as I overfed. Via: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/06/21/ragtag-daily-prompt-21-italian/