A fold of paper, never creased,No ink to trace the heart’s release.The words you wrote, I’ll never knowThey vanished where the lost winds blow. The postmark faded, never stamped,Your voice a ghost, the edges damp.I hold the space where it should beA letter lost, yet haunting me. dVerse - OLN#395
Welcome back! In a country where Halloween is not a popular festival, and is largely celebrated by the young, the richest family of the nation set a trend by hosting an extravagant affair (their parties can't be anything but extravagant), and celebrities had to fly out of Bombay to attend it. A majority of the … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #406
The artist walked to the dais to receive the award, her gown's train carrying a not-so-glorious past. Despite being chucked out of her job for asking uncomfortable questions, and her marriage failing because she did not give in to gaslighting and unfair demands, she stood firm. She walked through a subway every day, and empowering … Continue reading Shunned
It is Christmas again, the first after her husband’s departure. The house opposite hers has distinctly changed. The new owners strung lanterns shaped like moons and stars, not snowflakes. No inflatable Santa, no blinking reindeer—just quiet warmth. Curious, she watched them humming tunes she didn’t recognise. On Christmas Eve, they left a small box at … Continue reading Immigrants
On cosy winter evenings, she delighted everyonewith perfectly shaped wontons and steaming soup Reluctance fell drop-by-drop like chilli oil or vinaigretteas she dressed the saladwhile planning the outfits she would needon her impending trip to the Wild West “You have your fifteen minutes of fame”,said the organiser, “may be less”“You don’t receive awards under the … Continue reading Crafting an Identity
the veil is thin, but impermeableonce inseparable soulsstrive to communicate Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
We stand, not still, but swaying with regretswrapped in whirlpools of choices, chances, echoes of steps we never took.Each ankle bound by silent storms, each toe trembling on shifting ground.Yet here we areupright, undaunted, dancing on the edge of collapse. Quadrille at dVerse RXC #405
He’ll take time to reach meHe rolls on wheels through spiral pathsthrough fields and forests; the train stampedes onautumn leaves on the last journeyHe is unable to accelerate, driven by another’s willBut come he will; come he must the shared secrets will draw him inthe times we spent togetheridling away, cuddling on the couchThe movies … Continue reading Confidence
Heritage makes and breaks me. It’s etched into my bones, whispered in my blood. I carry the genetic patterns—some I cherish, some I battle daily. I carry remnants of the value system my parents gave me. I’ve tried to scrub it off, reshape it, redefine it. But it clings, stubborn and familiar. Some parts nourish … Continue reading Heritage
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