The decanter made of crude etched glass, and the ceramic old man with a beard, were relics from my grandparents’ home. My wife, Lynda, found no place for them, in her plush residence, and had discarded those pieces in junk. I was no longer the rustic lad that I used to be. She had married … Continue reading The Concrete that Moved
L ingering luxury of imagination O thers cannot think nor fathom V alentine hits calendars with full force E xcept that the expected does not happen. Acrostic poem written for Saturday Mix- Lorraine https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/02/04/saturday-mix-lorraine-04-02-17/
The pigeons flew back home, and parked themselves on the stack of juicy sugarcane in the backyard. Their coo-ing announced the approaching dusk. It was a winter evening, which invited bonfires. Not for me though … the pigeons had been my time sensors, since I lost my sight in that fateful fire…. Inspired by … Continue reading Winter evenings
I could never resist the temptation of a morning walk on the beach in Goa. I loved to see the beach glow in the light of the morning sun. I also had to negotiate my way, around the dead jellyfish and water snakes washed ashore. Their world did not need them anymore. The low tides … Continue reading Low Tides
I have always loved your way of doing things, Tim the Timid! You placed a boulder on my path, but left ample space for me, to bypass it, and drive ahead. And I don’t hold it against you, either! Your wife does not like me, and somebody has paid you to do this. I have … Continue reading Timed
The solitary flower looked majestic, amidst thorny cactuses, as if mocking my weariness. I came to the big, bad city looking for modelling assignments, a year ago. The steps on the ladder to success were paved with thorns. Yes, all those thorny and horny guys, wanting to pierce into my flesh…. in return for an … Continue reading Success
I wish I could freeze memories like berries and then, wait for spring. Will they thaw again, or dry like your forgotten love? Inspired by Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge -30 https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2017/02/01/weekly-tanka-prompt-challenge-week-30-spring-berries/
The girl screamed once, only the once. Yes, Inspector Rebus Novel has got I right in “Knots and Crosses”. She could scream only once, as she lost her sanity after witnessing the reality of the world around her. It is the same world that you and I inhabit, but have made it so uninhabitable. Do … Continue reading Silent Screams
Grandfather clocks have always fascinated me. I hang on to the tick-tock of the needles, and anxiously wait for sundown. My partner, Jim will appear, when the clock strikes twelve. It is a New Moon tonight, and we will only have starlight to support us. The shiny statue of the janitor, at the base of … Continue reading The Janitor
He wondered who drew those colored patterns in the water. His physics teacher had explained how a thin film of petrol on water creates those patterns. Who cared about Physics anyway? The chemistry that his creative mind shared with nature overruled everything. He did not think about his mother waiting for his return from school, … Continue reading Abstract Art
