Appalachian trail in Shenandoah National Park, Virginia
woods aren’t always dark and cold, not when they filter the sunlight in and let the breeze hug you not when they shed their leaves around you as if they are conversing with you!
woods aren’t always dark and deep, not when they keep an eye out for you and promise to be there waiting for you when you are done with your quest as if they are the friends you sought always!
woods aren’t always dark and cold, not when they safeguard your secrets and let you continue your journey in peace not when they listen to your stories as if there is no one else in the world!
woods aren’t always dark and deep, not when they offer a home away from home and trails leading to a better clarity not when you find a piece of you among the rustle of leaves!
where one's heart is,
where one feels safe,
where one is free to be themselves,
where one can rest peacefully,
that's home.
This picture is clicked during our visit to Washington, DC in the first week of October. The hustle and bustle of this place is incredible, so are the gorgeous historic buildings. A pair of eyes seemed too few to soak in the beauty of Washington DC. Amidst the hustle and bustle, we spotted this cozy nest in front of the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. It was indeed a serene sight.
those cherished memories -
smearing fragrances,
spilling colors,
in today's pages.
yesterday, a page written in the past -
forgotten memories,
lost moments,
all safe in the past.
This piece is written in response to the one hundred and sixteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘YESTERDAY’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
This piece is written in response to the one hundred and sixteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘GIFT’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
you can forever search for a miracle with no luck until you find happiness in just being alive, soaking in the morning sun, cherishing the little moments that pass by, and not be in a haste to chase after those fleeting moments, but let it pass by you leaving you with nothing but gratitude, for life simply is a miracle to those who are willing to appreciate life with a heart filled with gratitude.
This piece is written in response to the one hundred and fifteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘MIRACLE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
summer sprinkles a shine all around making the flowers loaned from the spring smile even brighter the freshly woven cobwebs bridging the flora reflect tantalizingly like a carefully chosen piece of jewelry adorning the blooms summer sprinkles a gorgeous glow all around the fresh blossoms sometimes appear to be in a meditative prayer summer shines fearlessly, making everything appear alluring in its glow summer magic – irresistible and contagious!
Joining Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove with these lovely blooms captured during our summer holiday trip in California.
This piece is written in response to the one hundred and eleventh edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘PRAYER’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
Sakshi couldn’t keep her cafe open today. Not today. Not after what had happened.
Usually around 3:30 in the evening the two sisters would stop by her cafe. Their mom was a barista there. Most of the times the kids would hangout in the cafe helping their mom with the customers in between catching up with their homework.
Sakshi adored the kids. They were 9 and 7. Today though, everything changed.
It took just another crazy kid and a gun to change just about everything. The crazy school shootings never happened where they lived. But this time it was their turn.
One of the sisters got shot when this crazy person rampaged the school with a gun. Michelle, their mom couldn’t stop shaking when the news broke out. Her little one is in the hospital in a critical state.
It’s insane how many little lives have lost because of the flaws of different people – authorities, the government, a neighbor. Little ones are being killed in their school yard and the parents are tearing apart.
How many more lives! What’s the point in keeping anything open when the next generation is killed before their innocent smile fades away. Sakshi’s mind was overwhelmed with unanswered questions.
Unfortunately she knew no one was going to give her or anyone who lost their dear ones a reasonable answer anytime soon. It’s a mad world after all.
The light continued to glimmer fiercely showing its protest.
This “fictional” piece is written in response to the ninety-ninth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘FIERCE’ and the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
This poetry piece is written in response to the ninety-fourth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘SIMMER’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
my path ahead is filled with lifeless trees staring into oblivion.
i move forward not knowing where i end up eventually. the skeletons of the trees — are they guiding me somewhere? or steering me to something dreadful? do they represent the nightmares i try to run away from or the spring of hope that could appear in the distant future?
my journey continues, despite the eluding answers
for now, i will find contentment in pursuing this journey that leads to nowhere.
Joining Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove with this tree shot from Salt Lake River in Mesa, Arizona. We hiked this area in the last weekend of February –and it was a wonderful experience. Some trees resembled the ghostsof their past. What stories are they hiding? I wonder. The above verses are a figment of my imagination. I hope you enjoy this read.
canopies of leaves reaching out to share a touch, maybe, share a story, filtering light through, offering shade, ushering life
As much as this picture jolted me to jot down a couple of verses, my lines couldn’t do justice to the picturesque view that sprinkled a sense of serenity in me. This park we visited last month was such a treat for the soul.
Void Thoughts 