Like a moth to a flame, She threw herself at heartbreak, She never lost hope, And kept on trying again and again. But the world thought her foolish, As she never seemed to learn, That how could she save him, Who was convinced, That he should burn.
"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “(un)pack.” Use “pack” or its opposite in your post." Unleash the passion, Unpack the dreams, Unlock the desires, Unplug those cloistered feelings, Uninstall the tedious, Unsubstantiate the trivia, Unchoreograph the the wrong moves, Usher in the joy, Unbraid the knots, Unclutter your life, Uninhibit your inner… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 8/2020
"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
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 power of pink, A cynosure so brazen, Yet love radiates. A very Happy Women's Day to all of you. A salute to the Pink Brigade.
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
The vicious storm's whirlwind had destroyed all. Hunger was rampant. The tenacious women scoured through the scattered debris retrieving their battered pans.,collecting he dried bark and fallen fruit, and digging out the tuber. Huge fires dotted the land that fed hungry souls. (279 characters) Via :https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/15/twittering-tales-119-15-january-2019/
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
It's your day, The chimes strike the notes you wish, Each moment your own, And yourself. All this while, You have been trudging by, Doing what been told. A cataclysm, One morning, And you woke up from that reverie. You shook up the cobwebs, Opened the mind's windows, As sunny warmth fragrant, And vernal gush,… Continue reading Just You