Whispering Thoughts

Monotony of solitariness Broken only by hovering flies. Tired fan drones on. Heaviness hangs In those burning gusts Of warm noon winds. Spring has flown swiftly by Bringing lazy dog days of summer. Linking up with Trifextra : Week Sixty-One

She moved her hand To tuck in the strands of auburn hair That had escaped the Tangles of a perfect French braid. It was the same hand That had lent him pencils before exams, And notes after class; That he had held On friendship’s day And then again on the valentine’s; That had waved him off, And written him several letters. Unmistakably, same hand. Even with her back towards him, He knew it was her. It had to be her. A sudden pain rose in his elbows, A sudden surge, Melted only by That glittering rock In her ring finger. Linking up with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words - Tuck Linking up with Picture it and Write - Ermilia Blog

Big bold drops of rain On the parched sun-burnt thirsty soil Vaporizing into a damp spot With a lingering earthy aroma To remember And hopes in cradle to cherish. Life is but a scorching June rebellion. Linking up with Trifecta - Trifextra - Week Sixty

Some look up at stone And find their faith. I found mine in you. Your name is my only prayer; Your love, my only salvation. My life and forever, I offer to thee. Linking up with Trifextra - Week Fifty-eight P.S. - Constructive criticism would be appreciated.

Have always looked up to her. Seen her running, Through the multitude of her chores; Seen her juggle many a role, Deftly;Expertly; Falling in line, every time, With those endless expectations; Ever caring, With an unconditional, unparalleled, Absolute and faultless love of hers. Content with her niche. Her shoes, it would be - If it could be. The #ketchupwithus # 13  In 57 words or less, tell us about whose shoes you'd like to walk in for a day. Trifecta week sixty-seven prompt - juggle

I, me, mine echoes all around. The temples ache, and so does the heart. Ah! I long for mother’s lap. To empty the burdens That I carry. I long to be at home. Linking with Velvet Verbosity - 100 words - Temples Linking with Trifextra - First person narrative  Linking with Five Sentence Fiction - Empty

I met her first at the bus stop. And now we meet there daily. Exchange silent acknowledgments. Sync our actions. Let go of the too crowded ones (together) Hail those with breathing space (she does that) And when the bus stops, I lead, pull her in with me, and call out for two passes. (I am tall and that helps) I stand by the door; she blends in those arms, elbows and bags. I look back before getting down. There. In the ladies zone. Hooked to her earphones. We smile together. And the bus drives away. We meet tomorrow again. Linking with Write on edge - Weekend Link up