Albert wondered where the old bicycle would be lying now. This sketch was done by his eight-year old son, James, reproduced from the stories that he had heard from Albert. Albert had displayed it on the wall of his plush office. The picture reminded him of his roots – his father who sold ice-cream on … Continue reading Fruits of Labor
He was returning to meet his parents after 15 years. The view from the rail window scared him, as much as it did in childhood. The tales of fairies and monsters came alive, once again. He had been scared of touching the branches in autumn, fearing that they would turn into monsters, and gobble the … Continue reading In anticipation of Spring
The air outside the brothel smelt different, but she wondered why she felt uneasy. The Madam had been gracious enough to let her go, and build a life for her unborn child. Male eyes still ogled, as they tried to brush past her. Within the four walls of the enclosure, she had the freedom to … Continue reading The air smelt different
Life-purpose acquires meaning on the edge. Life takes all the trouble to build a bridge, and takes one close to deep waters. It then, lets you decide. One cannot swim ashore, nor find a boat to save dear life. The choice is all yours. One can invent equipment to measure the depth, or enjoy the … Continue reading Living on the edge
This piece is inspired by Mick Talbot's creations at https://mickhispoetry.wordpress.com/. Dedicated to the love of our life, Chappy Saxena. DIAMANTE POETRY - LOVE FOR A LIFETIME What did I see in you that night? When cruelty locked you in hungry, thirsty, scared and alone on the terrace, on a hot, balmy night You jumped off the terrace … Continue reading Diamante and Concrete Poems
The white mare, Ballerina, had looked lost since she was brought here. She refused to mingle with the inmates of the stable, and was often caught looking at the high wall surrounding the race course. She smelt different. Ebony had long suspected, that she was in love with a cross-breed horse in the race course, … Continue reading The role that females play
Your appearance at a fixed hour every day, for several months, sure carried a message. Till then, I was not educated on reading the signals that aerial messengers carry. The knock of Death at that exact hour, brought awareness to the surface, but consciousness was fading. Inspired by the picture prompt at 3LineTales by … Continue reading The Messenger
HAIKU TANKA HAIBUN I laughed at the clown’s antics in the circus at one stage. Today, it makes me cry to think about the difficult lives they lead off stage. In childhood, I laughed when a friend slipped and fell. The thought of all slips in life, and the pain they caused, brings tears … Continue reading Emoticons #TankaTuesday
Deeply disappointed is the romantic me When my heart goes aflutter in the depth of the sea, they kill imagination, these guys with long hair. (140 characters) Pic: mymodernmet.com For Twittering Tale #24 http://katmyrman.com/2017/04/04/twittering-tales-24/
Source: A Concrete Poem
