The solitary occupant of the place is seen sitting out on the bench, at times, and then walking back again with stooped shoulders and a forlorn expression, It appears that there is a search, a wait, a hope which remains unfulfilled. I wish he had decorated the place with lights and streamers. The red and … Continue reading The place that Santa forgot
carols that you sang reverberate in my soul like you are here Christmas brings back memory re-linking me to mainstreams Haikai Challenge #66
It is what makes me so lovable. The likes and comments on social media define me. I look elated, drenched in adulation, wishing it could get inside. It just conceals the thirst for true love. The mask is my second skin, wanting to be first. (45 words) Weekend Writing Prompt #86
traditions of truth carried on shoulders - of messengers with words We, the successors of Kabir unflinched by terror, Babar or Akbar. lamps of worship not extinguished - by conspiratorial talent. our voice not traded for Houses of Power at mercy of grants. What did you gain by turning what we stood against into armour … Continue reading Edict in Stone
A monster overestimates its strength as it lunges at the powerful god and the red ball of fire ducks but releases energy - to vaporize all demons looming large. Horizons shrink to see sunrise once more Dawn! Thursday Photo Prompt
I see shades of red, orange, tangerine, purple and gray lose their identity to merge into darkness. How do I define the color of darkness – is it charcoal, navy or just black? Clouds and twinkling stars play their role of enhancing the dark, or being enhanced by it. I think of the color of … Continue reading Evening Sky
Life is so much like a work of art. One needs to remove the ‘noise’ from the background – it could be anything that distracts from what one wants to see. Enrich what you want with the colors you like. Change the pattern somewhere to break the monotony. I create a good picture of what … Continue reading Multi-media
“The level of apathy Amanda displays horrifies me …. just how could anyone be so insensitive?” “Sensitivity is about being affected by something, not showing how one has been affected.” I did not fail to see the gratitude in Amanda’s eyes as I walked out. Being a photographer and painter, I’ve mastered the art of … Continue reading Bruised
The shoes have been there for years, but she has never stepped into those. Not because it is a despised pair, but because it is just not her. She has been declared an outcast after imposing a persona on her, which is not her. She surprises herself and the world with her nonchalance. There is … Continue reading Just not her
nature in hurry as days end before time darkness imposes much needed breaks on life to reinstall warmth In other words, hurry at Patricia's Place
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