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.
The petals of dandelions appear delicate yet they are so fearless to blatantly show their beauty. It’s not fragile, or vulnerable in a negative sense.
Getting to show off their uniqueness – the fragility, the vulnerability, the ability to free itself from the flower and wander off slowly, elegantly and settle somewhere unfamiliar – isn’t that stunningly brave? Isn’t that simply incredible?
To be not afraid of your own vulnerability, instead flaunt it and mesmerize everyone in the vicinity by simply being you?
This piece is written in response to the seventy-second edition of Fiction Monday for the below picture prompt and the word prompt ‘BEAUTY’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”
― John Muir
Flagstaff, AZ
on a long winding road I saw trees embroidered with multicolor leaves atop the mountain they looked like little bushes casually thrown all over each different view as brilliant as the next
she as afraid of what the mirror might reflect, though, the whole world saw a perfect human, she saw only her imperfections smiling back at her! the shattered pieces of mirror shone back a thousand imperfect reflections of her,
broken was the way only she saw herself, not the world
This poetic piece is written in response to the sixty-fifth edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
the way ahead was covered in darkness I’m certain I was lost there was no light no hand reached out to guide me no quotes shined in my mind’s eye nothing but plain darkness engulfed where I am rooted!
a little later, I saw shadows it made me jump the unexpected movement but, if shadows appear there has to be light a slight tinge of light, perhaps, a tiny ray spilled from some distant source of light without knowing that it is actually swaddling me in a blanket of hope, this blanket of hope might appear so feeble, but in a moment so fragile and dark, this frail coat of hope grew my courage and I held on, without giving up and intact stood my frail hope
then appeared the lush green the shadows disappeared in to greenery all around me the gentle breeze played with the plants, leaves softly fell whispering greetings to me the frail hope now blown into a stream of calm
the scary darkness bloomed into a ripple of peace and disintegrated my nightmare letting a new dream emerge!
This fictional piece is written in response to the fifty-first edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt and the word prompt ‘QUOTE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
Void Thoughts 