Echoes of the soul

Whatever

What are you doing this evening? If you call I will come and see you Else you can drop in We will do whatever you want Well, it’s not a proper plan But it’s a plan

Rain gave me my Rainbow #tanka

Clouds darkened my day Rain poured and got me all wet It was a bad day But it gave me a rainbow I love sunshine even more #tankapoetry Bad things happen to you, to remind you to count the good things. So bad isn’t so bad after all. It’s all good Eventually

I am on Pause Mode #haiku

#haiku

All good 😊

The restaurant Had soft music Wafting through … It muffled, well almost the poking of the forks And the scraping of the knives It muted the thoughts And accentuated the smiles … In the pictures It all looked good

The tallest one – in a puddle

The tall one it claims Exists within a puddle Yet proclaims glory

The survey

What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it? When a prompt Masquerades as a survey The answers Must also masquerade

Till I am a little older

By the time I am in the 90s I will know Which restaurant is good Which one I should avoid How much food is just enough How much, I will end up taking home Where we can share a plate Where, they insist on a separate order Which drink to order A fresh juice orContinue reading “Till I am a little older”

The ecstatic moment of bliss

Tell us about the last thing you got excited about. The fingers touched Accidentally first And then prodded By the beating hearts They probed intentionally Aware of the touch That tingled the mind And the erogenous spaces Lying deep in those burning synapses And then the hearts take over And the mind surrenders Then itContinue reading “The ecstatic moment of bliss”

City of my dream

How would you design the city of the future? It should be peaceful Full of love Roads and building may be added too … In the alleys Without fear You should be allowed To roam free without a shoe … There should be a stream Clean and blue Full of gurgling water Flowing happily throughContinue reading “City of my dream”

Writing is the purest expression

What do you enjoy most about writing? Writing Is a conversation With your self It happens in your mind And is poured on a page There is no one in between None is hearing and responding What you write can be re-written Unlike what is spoken What you write is ‘read’ later And reactions whichContinue reading “Writing is the purest expression”