Fallen Dreams

Copyright-Kent Bonham As I lay, deep inside the piles of to-dos you once wanted to accomplish, gathering dust, I doubt if you would remember me at all. I hear your sighs about life getting in the way in living the dreams but is it fair to me – the once cherished goals, the desires you … More Fallen Dreams

Conflict of Interest

The grumbling tummy said “go ahead” but morals said “hold on”. I was torn between hunger and pride, tiredness and humility. Sandwich – lying on the trash can left by its previous owner probably because he was too busy to eat it, because he can eat stomach full later – gave me a disgusted look, knowing … More Conflict of Interest

Why?

I am barely three I don’t know why you hurt me. You told I am pretty That I am cute like a doll. And you hurt me? Why Uncle Why? Was it because you saw Someone who dressed provocative. Or because you watched  Movies that are vulgar? And you hurt me! Why ? Was it … More Why?

Light of Sight!

Picture via Google Images He looked on pondering what it could be. Are those colorful lights or decorations of some other sort? Having gained the eye sight only recently, many of the visuals the world offered was absolutely new to him.At nights, he didn’t just see the darkness, he saw the star patterned sky brightened … More Light of Sight!

The Stalker

Picture via Unsplash   Kate hummed along the radio as she prepared her breakfast. She was cheerful busting moves between scrambling eggs. Through the opened window of the kitchen fall breeze made its way inside, making her breezy too.  Music from the radio stopped and an advertisement started playing. Kate looked out the window devouring … More The Stalker

Its Time

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford Is that a pattern? Or some decorative lights? He strained his eyes to get a better look, but the blur was more pronounced now. “Where am I?” The streaming light behind the pattern caught his attention. The gushed in light flooded his eyes that he wanted to go back … More Its Time

Little joys

Amy laughed happily making the spin wheel turn fast with every blow, as her mother, Kristy, sat beside her in the park bench looking at her with a smile on her lips, though her eyes screamed concerns and worries for her autistic daughter. She wasn’t bothered about the society looking at Amy with pity, nor … More Little joys