I sitby the seaon a empty morning beachpristine untouchedby other footstepsyet to reach The morning breezemoves the wavesever so gentlyplucking up a few dropswith every splashevery froth It touches my facewipes a tearbefore it rises to fill the blue skypuckering the flat skywith white fluffy dye soon it hidesthe rising sundark enough to form aContinue reading “I wait at the beach”
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The wind in my hair
The wind Blew through my hair It brought some sand That stayed With me
Footsteps on Sand
Footsteps Firmly imprinted On the sand Walk along the sea trying to dodge and avoid the waves of time Till as long at least forever Unannounced It comes The roaring wave Wets the pristine feet Leaving a speck of sand and the frothing foam Also washing away Without trace the treasured Footsteps
Singing my song
Drivenby the unseenI falland I rise there is a firethat razesdeep withinunseen otherwise it speaksin a silent yet insistentshout I obeyirrespective I have no choiceneither a doubt sometime I winsometime I loseit’s a flip of coin just a matter of chance the voice withinstill rantsI follow itlike a trance I roll along the slopeon aContinue reading “Singing my song”
Sun Day
If it were not a Sunday Would the sun shine brighter After all, it’s Sun’s Day Whose days are the rest?
Chill
What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)? I found a cool attitudeand I kept itnow I am cool😎
Sleeping in silent whispers
Sleeping in silent whispersheaving breathWith happy dreamsand then she slowly opens her eyesas the rising suncreeps up the smiling lipsand thenLove flows inand fills my world
Happiness
What is good about having a pet? My Dog is my Happiness An old post An apt one to answer this prompt
Managing Screen time
How do you manage screen time for yourself? Which screenDo I watch?Which one do I block?I wanderbetween the big oneand the smaller oneeach one is a trapbut then why fret.let’s stay glued
The blue scooter
“What on earth is this?” mumbled Margaret, as she peeped out of the Window. She turned and shouted the question to her husband in the toilet. Mathew was rushing for a busy day. He was a real estate agent and it wasn’t the best of the times. Last thing he needed was a situation. “It’sContinue reading “The blue scooter”
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