Whispering Thoughts

Thick. Heavy. Abrupt. The rotund bead Gravitating With its own weight. The essence lost, Smothered in the Summer-dust. The ether choked With bitter conflicts Of head and heart, The dissensions Scarring the Pristine porcelain. The torrents stilling The hurt. The heavens cried. Linking with : YeahWrite Gargleblaster #163 : Where does it hurt?

There's this tiny minuscule mole. In the nearest vicinity of my left eye. With subtlest protrusion possible. The inconsistency sticking stubbornly since always. Some day, I'll flip through kodak collection To guesstimate its birth. Some day. Coz' right now, I'm busy running into the sun. Like everybody else. Coming back to the mole, Suddenly, Somehow, This midget has started Getting noticed. Oftener. And one fine day, The not-yet-three nephew Made me close my eyes, So that he could wipe it off my face. Exasperated, he ran to get some better scrubber. And I managed to dash out of his reach. Linking with 100 word song: Running on empty Linking with 100 words: Velvet Verbosity: Collection

Yeah! Everything is awesome. Five words Wrapped in Velvet voice, Deep caramels Incomprehensible As you gaze away Blankly At the Room full of faces From all over The town. Stray wisps of hair Hide The contours Of reflections, Tormenting me, I’d rather know What you were thinking, What’s going behind That seemingly Complacent stance, I take a chance, Really Testing the waters, You’re sure? My voice Breaks your reverie, Your cheek warm, Your eyes melt, Speaking through Silences. I wish I could hug you, Hold you, Tell you, It’s gonna be okay. My hand hangs Midair As you murmur Yeah! Linking with My Blog can Beat Your Blog : 100 word song : Everything is awesome Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Town

Wooden legs Slowly Trudge forward While the Foggy brain Runs The to-do list Over and over, (Halfheartedly Committing remnants To the Overused memory) Just in case The now so Tired hands Have skipped Or forgotten Something. Is the dusk Crawling on me? Linking with yeahwrite #161 : Gargleblaster : Is something crawling on me?

The empty swing Sways, Creaking sound Resonating In vacancy, The cantankerous Innocence Silent, The dusty browns Lying still, Shady nooks Unvisited, The sky littered With Feathered friends, Scouring, Foraging And Rummaging The hushed Twilit skies For sunshine, Empty rooms Offer No solace. Written for yeahwrite #160 gargleblaster: Why do birds suddenly  appear?

The bacon-bite Of salad bowl; Completing, Complementing, Spicing up. The variety Adding flavors To the delicate palate, Like Yogurt Treacherously Tempered With Cayenne peppers, And Seasoned with Condiments. The blended balance, Just perfect. Linking with Ketchup with Us