I am tired, drained out…. I desperately wish this is the last phase of life. I came here to speak to the dead. I came here to seek inclusion in their world. After all, they are the only ones who lie in peace. I see their perspective, and know what they missed out on. I … Continue reading Unknown destinations
It is New Year How new is really new? celebrate again Celebrate again future waits at every turn charm of the unknown charm of the unknown beguiles hopeless life to breathe on - and search It is New Year Celebrate again Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
regrets, wounds, complaints dealt with, being true to self lie done and dusted. I move ahead- lone Ranger in search of fresh ambitions In other words, done at Patricia's Place
She could neither cook nor bake, but her husband had been fine with it. They could afford domestic help, and he was a chef par excellence. She felt compelled to cheat in her eighties now. She ordered stuff from the nearby bakery, and messed up the kitchen to show she had been working. She longed … Continue reading Guilty pleasure
Cold nights and bare branches are my canvas to paint life. Snow will cover everything soon, but greenery waits for spring – buried beneath shades of white and grey. This is the time I choose to impregnate darkness and write the future. Fear not … I’m a messenger of times to come. (279 characters) … Continue reading Future stories
The bonfire is lit, goodies ordered from the nearby bakery and I am dressed in my Sunday best. I chose to be on a vacation alone, away from the maddening crowds everywhere. The clock and calendar remind me it’s Christmas. Loneliness strikes. I await a few spirits to join me, but I need to choose … Continue reading Recharge
landscapes change but not mental maps stumbling on unseen stones grieving injury update the map to recover Sunday Writing Prompt
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
