Whispering Thoughts

Winds of whispers Blow around me And toss our words In the dark silence. Our hushed voices, Long conversations, Longer phone bills, Resplendent nights. You and me Talking our hearts out Till the wee hours of morning Used to dawn upon us. A million words scattered, Between you and me And bridging the distance Beneath a million stars. Now a million stars Watch over me As I stare at dark screen Of my phone And pine to hear From you. Your voice drifting away, Receding to memoirs Of yesterday.

One has to approach This altar, Naked. Place the beating heart At this sacred pedestal And stand to worship. Reach the deep insides And surrender completely. Burn away, Slowly but intensely. So, here I am. My prayers rising With the incensed mists.

Warm suspirations, Lingering over my soul, Our shenanigans. Inspired by the prompt at

Heart tends to forget, It can play a sacred harp, Clearly melodic. Linking with RonovanWrites

Tricks of light, Stalking the corners of dreams, Like a haunting phantasma. Slivers of life linger in A pocketfull of sunshine. The dancing flames grow, And the shadow slips by, Consigned to Cimmerian dooms. Image by T. Al. Nakib on www.freeimages.com Linking with Light and Shade Challenge

The whirl drops of rain. Umbrella becomes our sky. An illusive feat.

Every time I breathe, Someone somewhere breathes his last. Each waking moment, Hallowed with being alive. This life is such a treasure.

Fragrance of her soul, A rainstorm in the desert, Quenches all my thirst. Inspired by the prompt at

The spirit lingers The oceans breathe, tides rush in Waves swallow this flesh Linking with RonovanWrites

The tepid calmness beneath the somber shroud Pregnant with a promise of violent storm The preceding silence is intensely loud Still and stagnant, like a painting in the dorm Ships return, seagulls take refuge at the coast In those darkened hours barely before the storm And then the gusts taste of thunder, roar and boast Blizzards twist and twirl the weather-vanes about Deafening howls resound from pits nethermost A chaos reigns within, a chaos, without. Until a sliver of hope is tossed about. Courtesy: Louise, with The Storyteller's Abode Linking with Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers  

This little heart leaps, Delights in flyspeck pleasures, Wallows in halcyon days. This little heart springs, Treats itself to happiness, Though the portions are too small.