transient is our stay
eternal is the memories that we house
This week I am joining for Wordless Wednesday hosted by Esha and Natasha with this photo of my in-laws’ home from our recent India trip.
I spent a considerable time looking at this picture. My mind refuses to cooperate. There is no shimmer of verses to peeping in.
Looking at this picture I am baffled. I don’t see anything beyond the tall palm tree.
I am sitting in front of my laptop failed as words and thoughts refuse to befriend me.
Not every picture can be captured in my thoughts and words, and that learning humbles me.
How can I articulate in a string of idyllic words to show you the splendor of this picture when I fail to recognize it myself?
So today I am sharing the spectacular blue sky and this tall, handsome palm tree for the pleasure of your eyes along with this flash fiction:
“Hey, you!” The sound fell on Asha’s ears from afar. She looked around and then she heard it again, “Hey, over here! Tell me, how’s it going there?”
Asha glanced up. She couldn’t believe her eyes or ears. “Is it really …!!” “Are you …”, she stammered, “talking to me?”
“Yes, indeed I am. I would like to know the things happening there. Enlighten me.” the tall tree demanded politely. After the initial shock, Asha obliged. “Not that great. Too many people with too many differences and too little harmony. You are not missing anything spectacular.” She added with a smile.
“But you are!” The tree smiled back, “The view from up here is marvelous”.
20 years ago I wanted to have this feeling, so badly. But here I am today.
If he thought 20 years in prison would heal me, heal my baby, then he got it all wrong. My baby, she was only 5-years-old when this vulture ruthlessly ravaged my little girl’s innocence. A year she lived in nightmares that filled her day and night before it finally snatched her away from me forever.
Today my baby can rest in peace, finally – I realized a smile spreading across my face looking at the puddle of blood that gathered on the floor next to his motionless body.
Revenge served cold…
This flash fiction is written as part of the #WordsMatter blog hop, organized by Corinne, Shalini, and Parul where 28 of us are coming together to share our musings on the prompt ‘20 years ago I’. I received this tag from Shilpa at Fictionista and it’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Esha at My Soul Talks.
Pic Courtesy: Pixabay
Drifted from its path
Heralding a change in season
Graceful and unique
Writing a Haiku after a long time. Though I cheated with an extra syllable, I couldn’t perfect it the way I would have liked. This stray battered-looking leaf landed upon the window of my car one afternoon and I clicked immediately. It looked so perfect perched on the glass window. Joining Esha and Natasha for #WordlessWednesday & Parul for #ThursdayTreeLove.
It was my little one’s birthday yesterday. Sharing some pictures of him and a few lines to mark the day. 🙂
Looking through the photos of yesterdays’,
I’m reminded of the time that’s disappearing fast
Your naughtiness troubling me every moment,
Yet, that’s something I would cherish for years to come
The anger I shower,
As you try to climb a wall or get inside a cupboard
Only because I love you so much more,
Your senseless adventures knock the sense out of me, dear
But, never let go of your curiosity,
No matter how scared it makes me
That’s a wish I have for you,
My crazy adventurer, who melts my heart!
this mind rattles in the dark oft
a glimmer of hope could help perhaps
nothing but an overcast
it shan’t last for long
dark clouds can’t linger forever
soon will it rain down
and the sun will appear bright again
a cleansing ritual is all this
gently sweeping and mopping the stains away
and a final rinse to spruce up
a good cry to flush that fog
the silver lining may hover for longer this time
a wish that meanders my way when it rains!
This poem is written as part of the #WordsMatter blog hop, organized by Corinne, Shalini, and Parul where 42 of us are coming together to share our musings on the prompt ‘When it rains’. I received this tag from Sunita at Mumbai On A High and it’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Anagha Yatin at Canvas With Rainbow.
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