I know my destination, the distance to be covered and the velocity needed. An unexpected hurdle in the path throws me helter-skelter, looking for support in all directions. There will be something or someone, known or unknown, to help. In the process, I spread myself thin to explore surroundings, and notice whatever would normally have … Continue reading Unbroken
sadness between sips the mirror never lies my bee-stung lips looking thinner I pour another drink to feel mature and wise I find validation in the features losing definition on my mother’s once-beautiful face it has lessons to teach us age and genetics spare no one A good cosmetologist might be the friend … Continue reading Genetics
It was an anniversary they were celebrating together after a decade. The stage was set with candles, roses, music, good food and of course, his loved one. “You won’t believe how every pore of my being has longed to be with you through the ups and downs of daily existence….”, he whispered softly in her … Continue reading You won’t believe…..
The GPS says this is my destination. The messaging app says the person I intended to visit does not want me anymore. Life is a single device for manifestation of the self, but the applications are not always in sync. Three Line Tales #Week 117
“Why forest-bathing?” My botanist beau loved the idea of this impromptu trip, but was not convinced of the nomenclature- Shinrin Yoku “Because we do not have clean air to breathe in, in our citadels of development….” “The trees have purified the world for years, wherever they were allowed to take roots. We left them to … Continue reading Finally Convinced
soul-stirring secrets not disturbing life, with the calm, night sky Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MLMM
This used to be the stuff of dreams. It is now the stuff of memories. The tiny apartment where he started life, still exists but is dark. He moved from being a salesman to the President of a construction company, transforming dreams into concrete reality. The stories of people he destroyed in his quest for … Continue reading Acrophobia
Esha had never been a believer. There had been no evidence of a positive, benevolent presence in her life. She listened in silent amusement as the tourist guide spoke of the faces in the mountains as ‘embedded Gods.’ Folklore said that they protected the valley and its inhabitants, and were suitably worshipped by the locals. … Continue reading Non-believer
muted
silhouettes dance
in the cool misty brume
bewitching shadows fade into
the void
~kat
A Cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Synonyms Only, prompt words: Enchant (bewitch) & Shape (silhouette, shadow).
youth finds exquisite romance to share so overwhelming wants to superimpose new born feelings on nature and discover deeper layers for enlightened significance Where would the moon be without poets glorifying magic of night to fuel dreams of eternal bliss? Moon! You owe your god status to artistic musings imagination carving your place in lovelorn … Continue reading Godmakers
