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
She floated through storms, In iridescent bubble, But unscathed she shone.
Stranger! Who are you? I don't know you at all. All these years, I lived deluded. A mirage I envisaged, Lush green and crystal blue. But sandstorms and stormy blizzards, Blew away those grainy sands of my fancy, Leaving behind a barren trail. Nothing out of nothing! It blew away those false charades, A facade… Continue reading A stranger
It's the season of weddings. The media is splashed with celebrity wedding pictures as we gape in awe at the couture costumes and dreamy sequences, a page out of another world. We dream and conjure of living that glam dream. But mundane people like me can only look from afar and watch the hoopla with… Continue reading A wedding ( a Limerick)