Whispering Thoughts

Beyond the dawns and dusks,   in the warm glow of glass,   incandescently lit tungsten,   an ode to hope .   Linking with : Moonwashed Week...

In the last fortnight, there have been incidents when the air quality of our national capital has deteriorated alarmingly. It is the wake u...

I detest the dark, do not favor the umbra, that somber mystique. The rays of light beckon me, I breathe the morning splendor. L...

The sweet caress of summery breeze, the mild susurrations, the stirring of dried, dead papery foliage, and the buds of life deriving ...

I looked all around. Shook the bedcovers. Toppled the pillows. Went down on my knees and searched underneath the bed. Switched o...

It should so happen that one eventide you come and sit by my side. And we spend the day-end reveling in togetherness. In the simple i...

Bag: mostly empty, a rusty toy-truck in hand. Old-age home's threshold. Linking with Haiku Horizons : Truck

Eventide. The waves crashing at shores. The roar of hungry ocean, consuming the remains of the day greedily. The ferries anchored, own...

Between 7:30 to 8:00, when the dusk blends in night, I wait for his distinct shrill call, loud and ringing, “Vegetables“. Occasionally...

Every sundown, he anxiously watches the dusty lane. As her rickshaw halts, he calls out to her, sonorously. The intervening four flight...

The eventide dissolves in the receding moonlight. The dawn seeps into the world, twirling delicately into the arms of night, the touch...

Bathed in mystery, A beautiful silhouette, Curtains close on day.

Tiny sailboat drifts, Fading into horizon, Wandering into unknowns. When the sun has set, All our labors turn to dust Like waves retu...

The eerie halo, blanketing the sacred ruins atop the hill, is torn apart by fluorescent flickers on moonless nights. Faint, almost like an...

She didn’t look up the details of suitors now. This one was, anyways, late. Prejudice was beginning to blur the rationale. She moseyed th...

The evening descends, Gracefully, The beauteous dusk sweeping the day In shadows, The eventide Heralding a stillness to the rush. Th...