His candour surprises me. “How old are you?” “Twenty four. Does it matter?” “By this age, people have acquired a certain level of tact and diplomatic skills.” “You find me brutal, don’t you?” “Quite a troglodyte, by your expression …. I can’t think where to place you in the office.” “It’s not about me, it’s … Continue reading Troglodyte
I pack gifts In glittering stars with lots of love and some disdain… I wish they’d taken my thoughts afar given understanding as regular refrain I set the table in red, green go the flavours I hope they appreciate a multi-hued brain matching steps with them merry song and dance I dream of companions on … Continue reading Xmas Poem
We are not the same people, you knowdays, weeks, months go by, with millions of breathsto each moment lived, I place a wreathWe may forget, but we reap what we sow days, weeks, months go by, with millions of breathsEtched on life - purify me like never beforeWe may forget, but we reap what we … Continue reading We are not the same people
“What is the time horizon you have in mind, for your investment?” “As short as memory, and as long as life…” “I am a financial planner, not a poet.” “You don’t have to be, but I need the flexibility.” “I will take it as the time you take to reach the age of 99.” “Horizons … Continue reading As far as vision goes
Trish Nankivell The table is laid for six. She has worked three days to handpick ingredients, cook traditional dishes with contemporary flair and present those in a manner appealing to millennial appetites. “Thank you, Mrs. Jones! We love the Christmas dinners at your place. Our families could perhaps never afford such a meal.” “Ohh! Don’t … Continue reading Empty Nest
Nature has its own beauty. Each season, time, reflections add more colours and beauty to itself telling us the tales. Nature is always at its best to portray the stories and setting examples.
I have dig my media gallery and came up with few pics which I had clicked. I assume that these pictures would render the meaning of the given prompt of Reena’s Exploration Challenge.
inkblots mutate
to form pictures,
alphabets,
stories
I did not create
—– You are required to find a picture from your Media library, sites for free pictures, or your phone camera and post it on your blog. Copyright if any will remain with you.
Also, joining to Parul’s ThursdayTreeLovewith flame-of-the-forest tree.
“inkblots mutate to form pictures, alphabets, stories I did not create”
In my mind’s eye
the words are perfectly aligned
arranged and arraigned
tasked to perform prettily
when I sit down to spill ink
they assume shapes of their own
writing stories I did not dictate!