The study was off-limits for Dolly. The pigtailed troublemaker had an inquisitive nature, fuelled by her natural curiosity. The most recent object of her curiosity, was the vintage sealed envelope on her father’s study table. The crimson waxed seal was tempting at best. Dolly’s imagination soared at the possibility. However, she knew she could notContinue reading “The Envelope”
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Sky Watching
ever-changing skygazing into the offing relax and unwind Written for W3 Weave Written Weekly #56. The prompt was to write a haiku or a tanka on one’s favourite way to unwind. I find sky watching very relaxing. This is a scheduled post, since I’m on a hiatus, I’ll be responding when I get back 😄Continue reading “Sky Watching”
Friends?
“You’re such a beauty.” Her fingers stroked through the stray’s tangled white fur.The doleful coffee-brown eyes lightened with a spark of joy. The stray whipped back its ears, the raggedy stump of a tail slapped against the ground in gratitude. “Woof. Woof.”Abigail laughed. She’d been overthinking alone on the bench with a despondent stare. However,Continue reading “Friends?”
One book at a time…
One book at a time fairy tales, nursery rhymes the collection has multiplied to thick tomes of fiction fantasy and crime. One book at a time in nooks and crannies find a murder on the dining table supernatural under the bed for a bibliophile I am so unkind. One book at a time a stashContinue reading “One book at a time…”
Hope Is…
Hope is the sister to Despair’s gloomy veil piercing the lace in twain sword-like; a living flame. Hope emboldens the afraid do not mistake Her for Courage… Hope can drive a Man insane even when She is a tiny spark. He shall grasp Hope to saunter forth against Despair’s soul-crushing cry even a sliver slimContinue reading “Hope Is…”
Compact
In the wheat fields
golden ripe with grain
a melancholic breeze
blows as the evening skies
cast shadows
The Display
Neelima pondered over what to do with the old boots she’d found in the garden shed. Ferns had begun to sprout within the porous fabric making Neelima frown. Caked with patches and stains of endless hours in the mud, they weathered every season with the vanity that only hunting boots could muster. Ma cared forContinue reading “The Display”
A Present For Raj
It’s Christmas and three children, Raj, Sumi and Amit try to uncover the truth about Santa.
Ibasho
High cliffs and deep seas
my heart is a solivagant
homeless it has been
beating to its own rhythm
Porcelain Woman
Porcelain woman
looks for peace
sitting by a window
staring at haunted seas
Night Butterfly
Night butterfly
with golden wings
leaving a heady scent
over the sparkling springs
A Writer In The Room 