unseen future scares or beckons I’ve got glasses on colors to be reckoned colors to be reckoned so prone to change with light I absorb shock, see darkness I reflect vivacity to feel bright I reflect vivacity to feel bright but for a short duration… there’s a whole spectrum in there to spark … Continue reading Colors
The flowers were blooming, and the bees kissed them every now and then. Weed knew that life was short, and he would get uprooted by the gardener on the weekend. It had happened to each one of his brethren. The scenario changed as Dawg walked in, looking unwell, but sniffing at each one of them. … Continue reading Before being weeded out…
Unconditional love Pouring from a dog’s large heart I don’t deserve you… https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/21/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-august-21st-2019-love-ultimate/ Note: 'Inu' is Japanese word for dog
They touched their cheeks to ensure if it was real. They couldn’t fathom if they were lying on grass, or floating high up amongst leaves. The feet were not touching the ground. The existence was light as a leaf for sure – they were not bothered if their pristine white outfits would stain, or if … Continue reading Mystical
The capitol grew rank in the summer heat, the humid streets clogged with sweating tourists and rats. They were all trapped in the same hole, after the announcement of sensitive political changes. Rescue teams were awaited to carry the tourists back home. Further entry of tourists was blocked, and airlines were instructed to refund full … Continue reading The old man
over the back fence live memories some pleasant some evil dragging me back in a muck, where I don’t want to be I ignore them to advance on the path ahead -yet there’s always a back fence with me - in between living my present https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/15/tale-weaver-236-15th-august-over-the-back-fence/
world reactivates awakening from its slumber at the crack of dawn https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/14/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-august-14th-2019-your-penname-or-blogname/
News reports say the plane crash landed. The pilot alone knows the truth. He was searching for Atlantis, which does not exist. Blame it on Ayn Rand, and the false hopes she built about an ideal world, in her epic work Atlas Shrugged. All said and done, life would never be the same again. Nor … Continue reading What a writer does
-wasted emotions teach me how to rise -cherished stories turn to junk -currency of love devalued in real markets life has to go on and it’s more than love -born alone undivided soul -I extended myself but did not give away or sell I learnt to celebrate -my capacity to love and share … Continue reading Overcoming
Roller coasters start making sense when the churning inside drives one on newer paths. What matters is taking off at a tangent, but the desire for take-off arises only when the comfort zone is disturbed. The new trajectory may take me to another world, but the desire to return to the previous world has weakened. … Continue reading Thanks to roller-coasters
