Whispering Thoughts

Gilded soul-prints sing, as the drape flutters in winds, stitches of gold gleam. Linking with RonovanWrites: Gold and sing

Closed, bolted and locked, the lonely door, rattling in winds makes me curious as to what lies behind it? Mysteries unopened! Wild and wonderful whispers of heart! Tales and travails of blessed ordinary! Remnants and oddments of smiles and tears! But to reach that storyland, where words weave magic, bringing excited narratives to reality in your honeyed voice, I'll have to get thoroughly tangled in you and forget the world outside. As of now, I hang around yours, slightly opened, slightly closed, seeking to sneak to your soul and I love this wait, this trying and testing outside my destination. Linking with Friday Fictioneers

Not the flightless birds but those airborne daring dreams buoyant and carefree. Linking with Ronovan Writes : Dare and dream

The other day, I asked you, totally playfully, to choose between a candlelight dinner or a long slow midnight walk with me. Just like that. And in the split-second that you took to reply, I scanned the list of expected answers: that tongue-tied emoji; the rolling eyes emoticon (that's perhaps our favorite); a point-blank no, crisp and concise. Nothing drippy. But that affable "walk after dinner" reply of yours had me wonder-struck. Least expected, but very heartening. Your words enveloped me in a cozy embrace. And thus charmed, I found one more reason to fall for you, all over again. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Dinner

I drink temptation, Sinful nectar to quench thirst, Lured by your essence. Linking with Haiku Horizons: drink

By habit, I was looking for familiar 500s and 1000s in my wallet. And then realized their awkward adieu. Hasty, sudden, explosive and emergent. A novel currency has taken their place. Pinkish-purplish notes. 2000! Seriously? Someday, this novelty will fade off, leaving behind familiar addictions. It will take time, though. For the idea to make its own space in our hearts. Till then this new crisp currency feels alien in my hand. Rather makes me feel powerless. As if I have no real purchasing power with me. Like this is a piece of paper siphoned off from my nephew's game. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Novel

Empowered silence, blabbermouthed glares in moonlight, and racing heartbeats. Linking with  RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #122 Power&Race

Why did you choose me? Little leaf born in autumn, whipping in whispers. Linking with Haiku Horizons : Choose