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

Bread toast for breakfast. My regular menu. The watch ticks 9. Plan to leave the meal unfinished. The hurried gulping Not helped by horlicks-laden milk shake. 9:15. A panicking look at watch. I should be out on road. Right now. An urge to leave utensils unwashed. The cockroaches scurrying across, The remnants of someone’s dinner, Strongly deter. The dress all stained with water, The dish washing done, I run a comb through hair, Not stopping to look At the volume of tangled mess in comb, Done, all done. As I change my shoes. Wait, wait, wait! The bed-spread creased And wrinkled. Can’t leave it like that. So smoothed and stretched, Oh! I spread it again. Not daring to look At the watch, I pick up my bag And am out of the door, Out on the road. Finally. And by estimate I am a good fifteen minute late. Unusually I hail a rickshaw. 20 bucks! For a small stretch That I would have walked Had I not been running l...

Why do you Stay away from The empty plots Littered with garbage? Demons Don’t live there. Except for folklores And Scary stories. They live closer than that. Much closer: In Our Hollow hearts. Linking with Write on Edge - Weekend Linkup