After the amazing Write Tribe Festival of Words challenge, I have literally run out of ideas. So as I try to figure out topics…
10 on 10 – Short Sad Poems
I have always believed that poetry is the language of the heart. The words have never failed me before, but now, often I end…
Flavor
I lost a Summer last year, and few Autumns before, now all that resides in the cracks of my heart, is a fragment of Spring, ever…
Empty cradle rocking in time
Slowly she smoothens his dusty clothes, arranging them in the wooden stand, along with tiny shoes and plastic cars, never will sparkle his electric…
Remembrance
I watched her pick fragments, of once a vivaciousheart, solemnly, s l o w l y,lifting a tear stained gazeonce in a while beckoning him, pehance waiting…
Pristine Melancholia
Hello there!! This blog has been lying dead since November. My muse ran away so I had no idea what to write about, but…