Whispering Thoughts

Damp winds ruffle my soul. A rainy august evening snatched her away, Forever. Cold clammy fathoms stare. Linking with Trifextra : Week Eighty-three - Haiku

“Let me bag a turkey And then, I promise we’ll leave”. The minutes ticked away, The crowds thinned. The turkey eluded. Despite incessant attempts. At last, he gave up. Had to give up. They were about to shut for the night. Or whatever slices remained of it. Their footsteps echoed in the parking. She hustled close to him, Clinging on to his arm like a lifeline. Scared of some unseen, unknown waif, Lurking in the lonely, isolated car park. Scared of two green eyes, Blinking in some crevice, Watching their steps, Waiting to hunt. The newspapers were screaming precautions. To avoid wee hours of morning Waning hours of night, Lonely lanes, abandoned areas So on, so forth. “ Take it easy honey”. He comforted her. Maybe he was still contemplating That elusive turkey. She hoped she had Her pepper spray handy. A puma bag on her desk Some twenty kilometers away was er…. Focus. Breathe. Brave. The car took eternity To spring ...

One little bird Two little necks; One little stomach Two little pecks; One found nectar, Drank it all; The other sought venom In greedy call; In went the beak, Hard came the fall. Linking with Trifextra : Week Eighty-Two

Granny often sat By the small window Admiring What I thought was Just a lonesome bunch, Now green, now graying, Now glistening with raindrops, She, however, Saw Life dancing in every single leaf. Picture courtesy Trifextra - Trifecta Writing Challenge Linking with Trifextra : Week Eighty-One

The innocent babbling Some that I can comprehend Some that I fail to grasp; Tiny little hands Falling in A comforting grasp; The infectious smile That holds me captive; The naïve games Those keep us involved; And his antics Keeping us on toes; The learning to speak, To walk, play, read and color; The learning to live; The curious eyes Following us through; The curiosity To see him evolve; The urge to grasp in More hours, minutes and seconds; For days fall seemingly short And no time is ever enough, To bask in blessed company of a child. Touchwood. Linking with Trifecta: Week Ninety

His first smile, His first murmur, His tiny feet Measuring the corridor In baby-steps, His cutting tooth, Pre-nursery school, Bedtime stories, I feel it was yesterday. He is 7 now. And growing fast. Linking with Trifextra : Week Eighty

Your silence Forwards Your argument; Putting into words The tender, Weak and fragile Sentiments; Speak it does Loud and clear; Voicing The unheard Yet seen and felt; No, you don’t hate me. You lied to me the other day. Words, you could fake; Words, I could believe; But For this silence, Potent, Perfect, And Promising; I know you were lying And I relish Knowing this; Am almost Basking In my Secret serendipity; Whatever it is That you feel Whatever it is That we share It borders On what they call The essence of living; It gives me Reason to Live. Linking with Trifecta : Week Eighty-Nine - Weak Linking with Woven Dreams : Serendipity Linking with Velvet Verbosity : Speak Linking with Ermiliablog : Picture it and Write

Life: A dance of shadows; Momentary flickers Saltating And Then Fading Into The backstage; The characters Flitting In and out Of plot At Just The right time; The story Woven Worth The applause. Linking with Trifextra: Week Seventy-Nine