Welcome, Angel-in-Disguise! Life is no fun, and I have been waiting for an exit route. My time starts now. Once again, I will have a choice - to linger on in the waiting room for souls, or find a new family. I have learnt my lessons, and life should be better in the next round … Continue reading Time starts now
Are you haunted by the same fear that haunts me? while gazing at the stormy sky, my courage often taunts me I wish I had stood by you - through thick and thin but the alleys were dark, and I was shivering in my skin Your eyes glowed, with determinate steps in the dark I … Continue reading Fear
“I can’t stay here.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust, while the guy looked blank, as if trying to recall something. “You are in the future,” the room resonated with a deep voice, “this is the junk that you have been dumping on the earth for decades, and into the genes of your successors. Do … Continue reading Future
“We will come here late evening, and then, watch the fun…” “This place is not supposed to be safe after dark. There are ghost stories …” “I’ll show you what kind of hilarious ghosts they are. The monkeys watch us from the bushes all day, and then put up an act in the night. We … Continue reading Mirrors tell tales
There is something special about this bakery school. One batch in a month is conducted free-of-cost for street urchins, and they are provided jobs in other outlets, if found competent. The owner, Jack remembers the humiliation he faced when he stole a loaf of bread for his hungry sister. He was all of eight years … Continue reading Pay it forward
precipitation of last day’s angst – your life renewed - morning dew Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
pondering too much makes it such a mystery life is simpler if lived without rancour on a day-to-day basis Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 109 and Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Goodness - timeless love positive energy float around in universe afraid - of declaring its existence of being gobbled by monstrous forces Evil Colleen's Weekly Tanka Tuesday
Be not proud, Sun and Moon! Artificial moons dot the night sky. The writers’ block hits me at this point. How do I take it ahead? I feel a shadow hovering over me, shifting shapes. I let her out of the balcony door, and write … A troubled soul on moonless nights… The story starts … Continue reading Writers’ Block
festering wounds unhealed in time throb under the night sky as they remember a spoilt brat crossing the line, driving over their kith and kin elation of pavement dwellers subsides as they hear the words bail and suspended sentence Weekly Writing Prompt #154 (5) Words: | NIGHT | LINE | HEAL | THRILL | … Continue reading Pavement Dwellers
