Whispering Thoughts

The wood beneath my feet Creaked a little And broke the silence I had been listening to All day. I rubbed my hands And wrapped my shawl A little more tightly. Flocks of birds were flying away To the warmer lands Across miles and miles of snow. Two laughing hearts Ran hand in hand Leaving behind footprints. They stopped to catch their breath And his caring gloved hand Ran through her golden tangles. Tomorrow they will not be around To greet the Golden glitters of sunrise. But the white blankets, Will bear a silent witness To this flight Of hearts. Linking up with Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words - Listening Linking up with My blog can beat up your blog :100 Word Song - Are you Expereinced Linking up with Ermiliablog : Picture it and Write

Summer’s green leaves, Supple and soft, Birds in boughs, Chirping and chattering. Tiny feet conquering More than my height. I, stood proud, with Green carpet at feet, Blue shade on head, And life in my heart. Spring time’s flowers, Glorious and fragrant, Beholding all. Bowed with rich fruits, Ripe with seeds. I, stood grateful, my Arms in lush foliage, And heart full of love. Bright yellow leaves, Tints of the sunset, Soft golden glow. The rustling remains Falling slow. I, stood blushed,  midst The pirouetting autumn, And the fading laughter, My heart a little saddened. A stark silhouette Against the sky. I wear no nests, No shade for rest. Dead in dead cold. I stand today, Lonesome. Just me and my hollow being. Linking up with Trifecta : Week Fifty-Three - Hollow

I am blessed to be alive to be able to rise up this morning and see the beauty of dew-drops on the flowers. I am blessed to be alive to be able to rise up this morning and feel the strength of the rising sun. I am blessed to be alive to be able to rise up this morning and enjoy the treasures that surround me. I am blessed to be alive to be able to rise up this morning and see my loved ones happy and satisfied. I am blessed to be alive to be able to rise up this morning and work for and chase my dreams. I am blessed to be alive to be able to rise up this morning and bow my head in Your Grace. I am truly blessed to be alive. Linking up with Write On Edge : Red Writing Hood - Gratitude Linking up with Five Minute Friday - Thank You

Sweet and sour, The blooming flower, The ageing shades, The greens and jades, The reds and blues, The lovely hues, Springs and autumns, Dreams in bosom, Life, I hold, in all its glory. Linking up with - Trifextra : Week Forty-Three - My Favorite Things

The remains of the day close in, My smile broadens. 8 P.M. date – with family, friends Aaaand Shahrukh! My to do list is all taken care of Wait!  Two last minute urgent submissions They were nowhere in the original plan. Mum’s a sweetheart – she takes up kitchen And I, hasty typing Wow! The words are flowing I can do it. I hit the send button at 7:35. I’m dressed by 7:37 Dad – I’m ready! 7:38 – dad picks up the keys. 7:38:01 – the phone rings. 8P.M. show has been advanced to 6P.M. in winters . Landslide – I think I know how it feels. Linking up with : Velvet Verbosity - 100 words - Remains of the day Linking up with : 100 Word Song - Landslide (My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog) Linking up with : Write on Edge - Weekend Linkup

Things you did Things left undone They all drift. Shift into the oblivion. Like the golden sand blown away. Lost in the folds of time. Forever! What stays behind is A faint scent Lingering in the layers, What you could have done What you should have done. And one fine day, As you sift the warm sand Through your fingers. Those memories, regrets, Smiles, tears, All come alive. A radiant you looks lovingly On the mosaic Titled Life! 

Blood spattered faces On the first page. It’s no terrorist attack, No Babbar Khalsa is up in arms. Still a historical Gurudwara Witnesses a blood bath. Power and money-box calling! So they pick up the swords, And fight their brothers, And stain the sanctum-sanctorum, Strangling our faiths, In the holiest shrines. Can politics spare God, at least? Linking up with Ketchup With Us #6

Playing hide and seek with you Was so much fun And all those little games The stories that you shared The shadows of the past Holding hands with you All come back to me And it hurts to see The ants hollowing up That big old guava tree The one that you had planted To give us shade and love. And like the trunk you held us both Weak branch clung to your soul Now that you are gone There’s no one to hold The branches and the leaves. I am kind of incomplete Like the holes driven through this plaque But read the words I left behind Just fill in my name And when you do so I hope you see them through And that they mean something to you For they would mean the world to me. Lining up with Trifextra : Week Forty-two -  Write between 33-333 words incorporating the following three photos.

As the early winter rain came down swiftly, He wrapped the free end of his turban Around his face, his wet bare chest: Glistened red with cold. His strong hands, coarse and dark With dirt and grime. They brushed past mine Carefully manicured and Vaseline-d . And his body reeked of the sweat he had shed Earlier in the day. And the odor of his labor, well, no amount of rain Could wash it away. His turban a dirty white, greased and soiled But worn with pride. His gaze uninspired, lifeless and vacant, Tired by the toil and travail. As he hopped off the slowing bus, His cracked heels hit the wet dirt. I saw the cold rain snaking down his spine, And I shivered despite my woolens. Linking up with : Ermiliablog: Picture it and Write Linking up with : Write on Edge : Red Writing Hood Prompt - Rain (once it goes live) Linking up with : Write on Edge : Weekend Linkup

Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue. Anger pulsed through every fiber of her being. Three times her seed been thwarted from blossoming; the flower nipped in bud. Ludhiana. Amritsar. New York. Nothing had changed. It was a girl the words left his lips, and stayed with her, forever ringing. Next time maybe came the consolation, and his X chromosomes consummated with hers again. The routine never wavered. Neither in pattern nor in words. Three months was all she would get. And then, one word of doctor would bring her world crashing down. Only not this time , she vowed. And a mother was born in that instant. ------------------------------------------ The story has been continued by Kelly Garriott Waite from Writing in the margins, bursting at the seams . Please click here to read complete story. When Tri...

Hey hi! Remember me. The new sleeveless coat from your closet. You bought me exactly a week ago. The memory is still fresh. You fell in love with me when you walked in to the shop with your mother but you were still making up your mind. Kind of okay with me. Until that evening when you walked in with your father and mother, and then walked up to me. And guess what, you even tried me once more. I loved it. Your father looked at us – both of us and considered the option. Then you asked for some other coats in my category. I was scared. Competition. What if I lost? I would have to go back to standing in the aisle with other coats. No ways! I held my breath as the salesman shot me a look – It is a Piccado sir, the best that we have. Relief. And this is how I walked out with you - smiling to myself in that shopping bag. One more trial, I made every effort to look my best, got a nod of approval from your cousin too and was tossed on bed. Until you found me a sturdy hanger and pu...

"All I want is 20% of your time to see through 80% of my love ." Silence. "I know I didn't say 100%. That would need more than a lifetime.  So?" Smile. Nod. Yes!!! Linking with Trifextra : Week Forty One

The beaded veil, The pleated gazar, The blush on cheeks Befitting a bride - But cast aside. Her lowered eyes, Shed silent tears – Stained with his blood. 200 Years later, An uncelebrated museum - The audience left, Admiring “The Red Lady”. “ They say the marble never fades. ” One among them, fell in love, And never saw the daylight. Linking up with Picture it and Write Linking up with Write On Edge : The Weekend Linkup

Ripe autumn air’s come to bless. Showering sweet November caress. We could be holding hands and walking, Silent but still talking. Faint glimmer in heart. White winters, no flowers in sight. Frosty December moonless night. And here I am hoping for your arm, To keep me safe, to keep me warm. Faint glimmer in heart. The year twenty twelve is leap they say. Oh! I can hope some more, there’s one more day. Hope for smiling summers with you, Hope for blessings to rain through. Faint glimmer in heart. Dying, not yet vanished, There’s a faint glimmer in this heart. Linking with Trifecta : Week Fifty Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words

Thoughts clamor. Stories rattle. Musings resonate. And, we seek one another - As our words become our voice. One speaking, the other listening. And this is how we talk. Silently, unraveling each other. Linking with Trifextra - Week Forty - 33 words about why we write