Sonya looked at the mansion across the street, and sighed. Destiny had brought them so near and yet so far. She desperately wanted to dial his number, but her ego came in the way. He had not bothered to check about her for the last few years. Both had been doing exceedingly well in their … Continue reading So near, yet so far
Zapped by blueness of the sky, and the sound of flapping wings, the little birdie puffs her chest and gets ready to fly. Her mother watches with concern, but makes no effort to help her. The first flight is not easy, but I see the tiny one up there on the window sill. She has … Continue reading Little birdie
seed germinating not knowing shapes it will take joy of growing up https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-april-10th-2019-new-beginnings/
paint strips me of decaying flesh, while the world celebrates art - that masks my soul disguise lets me die in undeserved dignity
I don’t like museums. They only whet appetite, but don’t take me closer to the truth. I don’t know if the writers hired to write lengthy descriptions are historians, or just good content-writers. Travel guides gain expertise in the art of storytelling. I unpeel layers of a story cooked up in an ancient pan, written … Continue reading Search for Truth
The full moon peeped through partial clouds. It is her day, and the clouds are bent upon taking away the glory. A lovelorn poet looks at the sky, and writes about the beauty of his lover behind a veil. Whom will you designate as the central character of this piece – the lover, lover’s beauty … Continue reading Cloud
pensive moods allow deep reflection away from prying eyes, open worlds of thought to be internalized https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/04/04/tale-weaver-217-pensive-april-4th/
everlasting love soft like fur, envelopes life forever https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/04/03/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-april-3rd-2019-everlasting-love/
Listen! tattoos that show and the ones which don’t- are indelible scars –creating music
The dog walked away with his own shadow. He had never seen loyalty and devotion of this magnitude. The ‘hoomans’ had just never given it to him. After an initial phase of protest, demanding attention and subsequent disappointment – he had learnt to be happy with his fate. They were certainly good providers, and their … Continue reading Narcissus
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