Whispering Thoughts

Gorgeous green patch, Sometimes barren brown, Or even the rooftops, All alive with Glimpse of childhood Scuttling away, On tiny feet. Innocent banter, Soccer and rumpus, A catch here, A goal there, One life down, Two more to spare, Soaring kites, Scaling skies, Evening gathered, And so did life In these little niches Now remembered With fervor And Even a tinge of gratitude. The patches stand silent today, Forgotten, blanked out. Favored Only by flocks Of thoroughbreds of air. Nonage now prefers Sophisticated gadgetry To bruised knees. Who ever thought That Technology Would come to Pluck out The very childhood. Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Glimpse Linking with Write on Edge : Write at the Merge, week 48 Linking with Trifecta : Week 105 Linking with Picture it & Write  Linking with Five Minute Friday : Fly

Stay! The thought struggled. And stayed; Never expressed. Stay! Prompted in psychology experiment. The most charming word In a friend’s vocabulary. Stay! Easier said than done. Out of sight is out of mind. Linking with Trifextra : Week Ninety-Five

Once in a purple moon, The God retires. Takes a break, And goes on vacation. The prayers go unanswered. Dreams fade. Miracles become bedtime stories. And then, When you walk on wet sands You don’t look up to the azure skies. The extraordinary does not happen. Or perhaps it does; Given that He has His share of oddities. Its just that We fail to comprehend What he is up-to. Good thing is that His establishment Doesn’t sanction His LFC all that often. Oh but when it does, Well! Happy Holidays, God! Azure skies shall have to wait For Your return. Linking with Velvet Verbosity - 100 Words - Sands Linking with Alphabe-Thursday - Letter A Linking with Picture it and write

Living evermore Until Its Icy hands Begin to probe, Find flaws And break us. Reverent, Bowed, Awed, By this hide and seek Of Comrades. Death Strikes Companion Thought On life. And Vice versa. Linking with Trifecta : Week 104

Tattered clothes; Thin wrinkled skin, Wrapped around bones; Shaking hands; Torn slippers; I reach your door. I am shunned; Ostracized; And hungry. I knock your door. For care and courtesy. I am God. Linking with Trifextra : Week Ninety-Three