Whispering Thoughts

The hearty cacophony A pleasant welcome In the otherwise Silent, serene seclusion. A cup of coffee On A cozy couch Served hot With Friendly banter, Spiced with Silly squabbles, Sugared with Picture perfect Moments of Relieving And Reliving Life, (As we know it, As we knew it, And As we shall know it) Sipping the heavenly Bliss of being able To band together. Nothing beats that. Linking with Trifecta: Week Eighty-Eight 

You’re asking me The color Of A broken heart? I’d say It’s still red That is Minus The Ebullience, Vibrancy And Exuberance; Dull Dead red, Like Boring, Drying And Caking Bricks In sun. Linking with Trifextra: Week Seventy-Eight Linking with Five minute friday - Broken

Balloons Big and small And Lots of them In Bright beautiful hues. Birthdays Bring back Memories from Baby days When Balloons Used to be Big time thing For me. Right from the ones That I could dribble To the ones Filled with helium Or perhaps hydrogen That would waft away At the first instant of carelessness And how can I forget The water balloons Bought Basically For savoring The burst-splash. When we were babies We didn’t need billions To be happy; Balloons sufficed. And today with all Those trips To Baskin Robbins, And Barista Something’s amiss. Baby days, I want you back. Linking with ABC Wednesday - Letter B

The glitter Got to her eyes And Spread Itself into A million dollar smile. The sparkling Splendor Dazzled her. The Perfect size Made her Heart leap. Like a wild horse. This minute She was in Tiffany’s In faded jeans; That minute She had imagined Her whole life With him. Things could be perfect. Between The two of them. She had just reached The foot of the altar When she looked up in anticipation “ She’s a childhood friend. I’m sure you’ll love her.” He spoke as a matter-of-factly. She just wished He had let The charm Work a little longer. Linking with Trifecta : Week Eighty-Seven: Charm Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words: Wild horse Linking with Picture it and write : Ermiliablog

Like a stone Tossed away On aqueous stage; Dreams wasted. Like Expanding ring Of ripples Synchronous stir Spreading slowly; The pain of loss. Fading away Into Those unfathomable Depths of water; My being. Linking with Trifextra : Week Seventy-Seven : 33 words including Ring, water, stage

And away! Far away! Far far away! Archer knew this Monologue Almost by heart now. After witnessing 21 fledgling flights, Anybody would have. So when it was his turn, He stood erect, Flapped his wings … And jumped. All before That away, far far away wisdom. And then it happened. First the fall, The sink, The struggle With air, assistance And then lack of it. Teacher’s voice Became a background. After seemingly long few seconds And seemingly some more futile flapping Archer found his bearing. The proud teacher looked on As another one flew Away, far away, far far away. Linking with ABC Wednesday - A Linking with Velvet Verbosity - 100 words - Flapped

It all starts But With a thin hairline crack. And the next thing You know is That the dam has burst. And that There is absolutely No stopping it. Its like a whisper That grows and grows And grows Until It becomes loud enough To be heard Over the blaring din Of surrounding minds and hearts. Like a ripple That strengthens to A fierce storm. And despite The rush, The flood, The force, One can feel Absolute joy, Pure, sheer bliss, A sort of calm and peace That is unbound, Unparalleled, And equally inexplicable. But And there is always this but That makes things complicated. But, Like all exciting things, Like playing with fire, And not knowing if It will warm or burn; Like dancing on shards of glass, Balancing precariously lest they pierce; It comes with its risks too. Risky – but worth the temptation. And trust me. You can’t go looking for it. It comes to you – at the right time. And when it does...