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Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Grime sticks on the dishes
The grime stuck stubbornly on the plate. Blood red, dried and flaky, remnant of the meal, they never finished. It started amicably but then turned toxic, like how it had always been. It was a relief if some of the dishes actually reached the sink. Rest unfortunate ones shattered on her face and stained walls.Continue reading “Grime sticks on the dishes”
The extent of within
This profound question reverberates me #JusJoJan #randomthoughts #profoundquestions
Me not Me
Laden by baggageObscured by the pretencesI no longer me #WDYS
kyun #Why
क्यों ये कैसा सवाल है इसका क्या फ़ायदा है क्यों पूछें है ये सब ऐसा क्या क़ायदा है क्यों याद करें वो जो हो गया है क्यों ढूँढें जो खो गया है क्यों कहें मन की किसने सुना है क्यों मायूस हों हुआ ही क्या है क्यों ये कैसा सवाल है इसके कई जवाब हैContinue reading “kyun #Why”
The upside down
The layover
Connecting flightsWith adequate time to spareFlight warned of a layoverBut promised the lowest fare Wondering what to doWhile i had some extra timeWhy not use the loungeAnd I guess it was fine Took some timeto spot the coordinateAnd some more time toGather the courageous state In the line I stoodMy expression calmShuffling with the manyContinue reading “The layover”
Spores of life #99wordstory
Rays of the sun broke through the morning mist which was thicker this morning. The spores were ready for it. They were in preparation since what seemed eternity. The ash had descended slowly and surely once the mushroom had disintegrated. The flash was blinding, as blind as the fingers that pressed that button. Revenge andContinue reading “Spores of life #99wordstory”
Celeberating the Republic
Saluting the flagHead held highPride surging through the veinsExpressing through moist eyes Sun shining on Upturned faces beaming faces adding brillianceHearts beat in rhythmResonating with the millions Band plays the anthemWind flutters through the fabricFor ‘we the people’Are celebrating the republic
She is safe #tankatuesdays
She is bound and safeWarm cloak of expectationShe is a bit cold #haiku #tankatuesday
