Fannie Hooe came and disappeared in a flash, leaving tales behind. The paparazzi failed to notice that her sister’s child was not seen after that. Her sister was a single woman, and soon left town, but nobody enquired about the father. In fact, it should have been about the mother of her child. Fannie Hooe … Continue reading Paparazzi
I fly across the sky see specks scattered below and know it has all been in vain life Sunday Writing Prompt at MLMM
Life holds surprises at the other end of the rainbow, and all are not bad. I started life in this lane and rode a bicycle, because there were no other means of transport. I see my son riding a better bicycle as a sport, as I alight from my chauffeur-driven Mercedes. The effort needed to … Continue reading We never know
remnants of past self bring silent reminders possibilities tug and pull to show the path there is more than what we see Wishing you a happy anniversary, Frank! Haikai Challenge #43
Pic : Self
Unweaving woven threads
sometimes a necessity,
borne out of,
deceptive materials at large,
fingers deft
at putting them together,
now fumble
and quiveringly linger,
to undo their
own painstaking craft,
broken strands
can’t hold others,
weaken even those
that run their course,
and over time
the holes only grow,
Now undone,
each thread on its own,
time for the culprits
to be let go,
the fingers search
with experienced eyes,
for threads that love
being intertwined,
to weave a new fabric
once again from the start,
resilient in each strand
that’ll make its core,
and together those
that now shall meet,
will withstand,
the ominous tests of time.
© vidursahdev 2018
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
The prompt for Frank Tassone’s Haiku challenge was afterglow in honor of his anniversary.
non-negotiable are those solitary moments when I bloom into gardens internalize beauty of what I am, and could be they anaesthetize pain of living in borrowed garbs Septets for dVerse's Seventh Anniversary
divided loyalties blocking unity ever-expanding chasms social inequity hopelessness reigns where love should have been the last breaths of hope ignite life within volcanoes let go to thaw the snow deserts on fire for humanity to grow a movement starts to bond hearts silence melts inspiring arts Saturday Mix
The wedding loomed closer and all Tay could do was think of storm clouds. The wispy tulle fabric of the wedding gown did not help much. The perfect beauty of the bride, as she walked through the aisle, holding her creator’s hand, followed by cute little bridesmaids did not fire his imagination. He was sensing a … Continue reading Twist in the Tale
A eight-year old was accused of killing infants by drowning them. The motive was unclear. “I enjoy watching them gasp for breath”, he said nonchalantly during the police interrogation. A psychopathic killer was born. (34 words) Weekend Writing Prompt #64
