“All stunts are performed by trained professionals. Do not try them at home”. But I could try them outside, after being trained. I have to prove the naysayers wrong. The world watches with awe, the determination of a jilted lover. My well-built muscles show intense training. I lost my beau to an athlete. I don’t … Continue reading The Challenge
Why did John have to place the jar with those shiny junk pieces on her desk? The beautiful painting on the left, and the greenery outside inspired her to weave poetry. The unseasonal showers had lent a dewy look to the garden, and the sun was now peeping through a rainbow. She wished he had … Continue reading Shiny Objects
The scorching minds beneath calm exteriors create what is worth living All negativity is menacingly ice cold Inspired by In Other Words, Scorching ...... Patricia's Place Pic: themerkle.com
She silently laughed at anyone who cared enough to follow her. Rich, she was not… Scared, never …. Beautiful, no more ….. Or was she? To the one who partnered her footsteps on the sand, in the twilight. This was the well-kept secret of her perennial years. A romance that imprinted her soul, and she … Continue reading Imprints
I came across an old oak tree planted in the courtyard of a house, which has long been abandoned. The roots have grown, raising the level of the ground in process. The picture is not of the original, but an approximation borrowed from the internet. Strong roots raise others wisdom does not grow on … Continue reading What the world sees
Let me float through you infusing my spirit through your entire being Art and music help in unleashing unseen magic Hit the inspiration button at Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge #41 Pic: martahurtado.com
I write, and yet fail to take the message to the masses. They do not know of my existence, or what I think or write. But, if a musician friend is kind enough to weave my words into a song, it will be on several lips. The musical notes will hit the right spots. The … Continue reading Wordlessly
The screeching needle was stuck there, just like his life. Who, but a forgotten singer, would play a disc in the times of digital music? (136 characters) Inspired by Kat Myrman at Twittering Tale #40 Image: pixabay.com
It is an exhilarating feeling. The vagabond lingers on, lazily on the terrace, under the false impression that the clouds are trying to touch him. He looks at the tiny people and buildings down below, and feels like God. ‘Every dog has his day’ is not just a phrase. Then, the doubts started creeping up, … Continue reading Vantage Point
The irate mother raves and rants, but amuses kids know no fear Inspired by Ronovan at RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry #Prompt #Challenge #157 Image: yallafeed.com
