writing – Page 8 – My Tales Within

What’s it worth?

What good would be colours if you can see? Colours add so much value if you can see? But colours can only attract and grab attention. But cannot maintain it It can only add value and be value by itself. For it to be valuable, it needs the divinity of sight. Else a worthless illusion

Still like a stone

Felt weary and filled with lethargy. Just didn’t want to move a limb. The stillness and heaviness I felt, I shared in common with the unmoving stone. The stone that is essentially full of inertia, lies unmoving, anchored. It’s entire being is filled with inertia and heaviness. It’s own weight keeps it rooted. It onlyContinue reading “Still like a stone”

I became my future

I read my horoscope It predicted a sad day for me today I feel sad already

I can fly

My house Nailed to the tree Rooted to the ground But I can fly

Leaves of white cloud

They have no meaningTill they bring nourishing rainLeaves made of white clouds

For the love of write

I looked upthe statsAnd there I saw the dipFrom the previous weekI wonderedwhat happenedhow could I fall downfrom my previous peakmaybe I said something something out of tasteor a line or twowritten in hasteso I read through all my scribbles pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t all that wasteI liked what I wrotea factI was happyContinue reading “For the love of write”

The keyboard of life

Each press of fingerPuts a letter on screenOn their own they are just a soundTogether they make senseThe letters make sound Some words are smallEasy to spell and simpleSome are long and complicatedTongue twisters and sophisticatedThe words make meaning Each having a same purposeTo convey a meaningAs a string in the sentenceThat’s part of theContinue reading “The keyboard of life”