Sharing poems and stories , trying to paint my feelings using rhymes and metaphors.
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, … Continue reading Bliss of imagination.
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, … Continue reading The longest day. (Choka#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 … Continue reading Last dance.(Sonnet #1)
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 … Continue reading Swirling melodies.
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 … Continue reading What happened to us?
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 … Continue reading Memories.
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 … Continue reading Hope.
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 … Continue reading Was it the end?
Photo by Hakeem James Hausley on Pexels.com Everyday, when the splash of crimson color dissolves in the sky, and the wings of bat cloaks the sky, her silhouette framed in those wooden doors, heaves a sigh. Everyday, during those grey hours she sits at her door, with her needles and her entangled wool. She knits … Continue reading Everyday she waits.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,They are in each other all along.Rumi The above quotation of Rumi inspired me to write this poem (or song). I don't know if it's relatable but still I wrote it. Hope you will like it. Remember me, when drops of rain kiss your lips and when the wild wind wraps … Continue reading Be my home again.
Grey rose, cold labyrinth, camouflaged the last drops, of morning fog and kept it safe. Alas, wind gusts, quivered the dew drops and they shone, like pearls kissing the sun, and faded in, the sun. ~Mayuri Srivastava~ Hello everyone , I tried to write a Mirror cinquain . I don't know why but I felt … Continue reading Faded pearls.(Mirror cinquain#1)
Paper boats crumple and falls but the river flows on and on. ~Mayuri Srivastava~
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