every breathtakes me near deathlights up worldsburns, preservesall that's sacred Weekend Writing Prompt #416
Preservation
Vulnerable
I wonder why she confides in him. He listens to her, then disconnects and dials his buddies. They are guffawing over a secret or deriding her obstinacy. Did she hope he would convey her message to the concerned people? If he did, it would be tinged, or rather, coloured, with his opinions, not her perspective. … Continue reading Vulnerable
Genetic
Will she turn back and look?I wonder, standing on the balcony.But she doesn’t…. yet another dayshe hasn’t spoken to me. Her impudence is annoying.Yet I love her more than myselfMy daughter reminds me so muchof my youth Weekend Writing Prompt
Sammi’s Prompt
Fierce instincts often make me introspect. Where is that broken part of me that I want to defend, heal or conceal? Is it something I deeply value, but it has garnered a negative response from others? Weekend Writing Prompt #411
Peace
“This is not my country”, the old man sighed, “but I’m afraid of saying so, because I will be asked to leave my birthplace.” “So you belong to X party…” “I don’t belong to any political party, but have been a proud citizen of a democratic country. Equality and mutual respect were highly rated here. … Continue reading Peace
The award goes to …
When breadth of thought becomes challenging to manage, the gallantry award goes to those who incarcerate the brain. The jailor does not know he is imprisoned himself. Weekend Writing Prompt #405
Untarnished
In the face of adversity, they stand tall, unyielding, their reputation a fortress unassailable. Their every action, a reflection of an inner light, guides others through the darkest times. Their paths are marked by honesty and truth imprints, leaving inspirational trails for those who follow. In a world where reputations often falter, theirs remains untarnished. … Continue reading Untarnished
Unmerged
I admire the fluidity of your shape, angles of your existence and myriad nuances of your beauty. It happened only when we stood apart- unmerged from each other. Weekend Writing Prompt #397
Seasons
Commit to the whispers of spring's gentle breeze,as winter's chill fades, and blossoms tease. Summer's warmth vows to embrace,Autumn's hues promise a golden grace. Each season pledges, in nature's grand scheme,To return with beauty, like a recurring dream. Commit to the cycle, the endless dance,Where every ending gives life another chance.Seasons are forever, and so … Continue reading Seasons
The waiting guest
The old woman kept repeating stories about the saddest parts of her life, cribbing, complaining and blaming. Gradually, people started avoiding her company. Happiness waited somewhere in the vicinity, begging for attention. Her infant grandson squealed with delight as her coffin was taken away. He had spotted the waiting guest. Weekend Writing Prompt #391
