Past #6WSP

The past hurts but heals eventually. I made a journal entry in response to Shweta’s 6WSP – Past.

Garden

My garden taught me to work with perseverance, to wait patiently and to celebrate all triumphs, said the newspaper tycoon. In response to Bulbul’s TWT Week – 34. I missed this writing exercise of fitting into the exact word counts, glad to be back in attempting this. Thank you for your reading! ❤

Things that instil hope in my heart

Things that instil hope in my heart: 1) Restoration videos. YouTube is known for its strange and stranger recommendation of random videos. When I lay hopeless, appears the videos in which abandoned, rusted, neglected objected are refurbished. If gadgets/ articles/ devices can/are conditioned, my heart that’s crippled can be mended, right? 2) Park. When I […]

A tiny letter to my daughter

Dear Sunshine, Since I raise you, I know you are strong but this short letter is to make you even more stronger, I’ve written about things I wanted to tell you for so long but couldn’t. I can’t utter them looking straight at your eyes, they are the crystal balls in which my future lies, […]

pyaar #16

we are old,hair turned grey,our smile camouflagedby the wrinkles on our face,yet, it’s visible to both of us. we talk less these daysyou can no longer hear mysweet whispers,our visions has deteriorated,yet, nothing faded our bond. we reached the edge of life,together and happier,i’ll leave the worldbefore the fate leavesme without you. if almighty send […]

Restart #15

yes, you left abruptly withouta “goodbye”,say “hi”,let’s break the strange silenceand start from the first,it’s okay if we are oceans apart,don’t get to see each other,shall I reside in your heart,in a small corner? Thank you so much for reading! ❤️

Contrasts.

I’m not sure if fire and water are antonyms, they can’t exist together without a medium separating them (for instance: Vessel is a medium separating the flame and water while boiling), I used them here due to their contrasting characters. Also, this is my first attempt to write a Diamante. I came across this poetry […]

New Twin

Argh! My mind and this place are twinning. Both- deserted and abandoned; reminding me all that I wish to neglect. This harsh reality transformed me into a drunken poet whose words bleed claret red. I just hope that you refill the blankspace. Okay, atleast we are under the same sky. This post is in response […]