It has been a lonely life – says the unusual tombstone. He places a bouquet on the grave – not of fresh flowers, but gilt-edged roses. “This is what you chose – artificial beauty frozen in glass. Rawness of emotions was what you could never stand, my intellectual princess! It was for the hoi-polloi – … Continue reading A Soul turned
scattered sunrays belie the strength of source merge identities play with shade and rain -Beauty of randomness
Privilege a honor bestowed possible only by differentiation from scattered bits of my whole Body parts do not look the same can I choose brain or heart from vital parts - Different colors of the soul?
I walked with heavy footsteps shouldering a burden of explicit emotion -Yours
You were born without a sense of direction. And I am fool enough to plan these trips with you…. Trust me, I remember that we have to go left from here. We did that last time. <Sigh> Last time was when you were ten years old…. “Dad, we have Google maps,” interjected a sane voice. … Continue reading Born without ….
PROMPT RESPONSE divinity projects all positive traits embracing the world I hide myself somewhere inside me – Human am I Setting it right is a human perspective -can be negative labels change, all reactions emotions remain the same
coming out of shells took forever remnants of the struggle imprinted on my existence memories - like a sharp stab in the heart of will power pull me back till an inner light shines my bowl is full, footsteps firm I eye the mountain peaks to be scaled - and march on with renewed vigor
He spent his days planting a new garden. This is where his expertise lay, after a life time of nurturing plants, animals and humans. His wife tried to ground him often, not letting him pin too many hopes on the future. The difference in opinion was obvious, as he painstakingly and unfailingly, continued with his … Continue reading Deadwood
positivity oozed through a dark skin – getting him high accolades the woman by his side accomplished in own right Belated birthday wishes to Michelle Obama
The baby wrapped in a soft cloth falls with a thud on the floor. I expect the room to reverberate with loud cries, but there is a surprising silence. Is she fine? I hear a rustle of leaves and the inauspicious cawing of an invisible crow. An owl hoots in the distance. The window appeared … Continue reading Time warp
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