Because she was afraid.

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com Propped behind the curtains she stares at those streets with fear and longing. She is like the lizard camouflaged under the folds of dusty curtains, the more one tries to shove her the more she hides in the labyrinth of dreary curtains, curtain that dangles like the dead forgotten painting …

Almond. ( Book review #2)

Almond Author - Won Pyung Sohn Genre - Fiction , Contemporary , Young adult , Mental health , Asian literature. No of pages - 272 Plot without spoilers. Almond is the story of a boy named Yunjae who suffers from a brain condition called alexithymia , a condition which makes it difficult for him to …

August clouds.( Sunday musings #1)

August clouds are so beautiful . The sun is not too intense and the wind not too cold , a perfect month to feel good and relax your mind. Today the sky looked so intoxicating that I couldn't resist myself from clicking these pictures then I don't know why it felt like I should share …

Bliss of imagination.

Their laughter invisible ripples in the monotonous wind. Their dangling feet feathers of imagination buoying in the air. Their mind running wild like the flooded river. They were harry potter floating on their broom, They were pirates sailing their ship. They were kids and their imaginations were their bliss. The bicycle was old and wretched, …

The Penelopiad. ( Book review#1 )

The Penelopiad Author -Margaret Atwood. Genre - Greek Mythology , fiction , Feminism, Classics , Contemporary , Historical fiction. No of pages -162 As per the poem of Homer "The Odyssey" , Penelope the wife of Odysseus is usually described as the faithful wife. Odysseus went away to fight the trojan war and returned back …

The longest day. (Choka#1)

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com After retirement, he woke at the crack of dawn , habits beat like heart. Hazy eyes at suit and tie, dangling from the peg , like the gaping oblong face. His office bag smells, like steel of train , dried peanuts, sweat and burnt papers. Spiders are now working hard, …

Last dance.(Sonnet #1)

Smell of betrayal lingers over him, like rotten tomatoes in my torn shoe. The grey pupils of his eyes screams a tale , a tale of deception and crime , grey and pale. Petals of lotus , lizard's tail , owl's blood. I cast my spell , they avalanches like flood. I trace his grey …

Swirling melodies.

Melodies swirl when the owl hoots , cricket chirps and the lion roars. Melodies swirl when the leaves rustle and the cascading waterfall gurgles. Melodies swirl when the off-shore breeze whines and unfold mysteries infinite. Melodies swirl when brittle branches snap under our feet and snake slither in the leaves. Melodies swirl when the new …

What happened to us?

Photo by James Wheeler on Pexels.com Rusted door and dusty shelves, bushes and weeds in our beloved garden, life was a rush and we forgot how to love. Money , bills and a life boring and still , daily humdrums rusted our shiny life , and we stopped looking eye to eye. Photographs engulfed by …

Memories.

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Memories euphoric and lugubrious avalanches inside my heart, like the snow on those ghostly roads , unbounded and free. Memories dive inside my mind and peck my heart's flesh. Those memories grow like my nails strong but ugly, they know the nooks and crannies of my hiding place, they know …

Hope.

Pic credit -Mayuri Srivastava. Rain swirled and the lizard hopped out of the mud with a splash, smell of lilies buoyed from the heart of her gloomy flowerbed. She stepped out and let the raindrops crown her maze of eyelash, rain or whipping storm she decided to live before she was dead. ~Mayuri Srivastava~ Nature …

Was it the end?

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Clouds growled, and the lightning tore the sky. Flames rained, and the green woods were set ablaze. Chaos and fear, worries and tears. Was it the end ? Clouds growled, this time water cascaded from the sky. Smoldering woods, sighed euphorically and flames, hissed at rain. Was it the end …