When you run the vehicle at 50 miles per hour, the world looks like a flat gray road, with two unending stripes painted down in the middle. But at 25 miles per hour, it’s more interesting and remarkable.
I love driving in the neighborhood where I can be within the speed limit and notice how the sky is waiting ahead to kiss this road, how a broken magnolia gives up fighting with the gravity and selects the ground for its final sleep. Continue reading “Ephemeral”
“As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches at one go. And while nature’s greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back.” ― Gustave Flaubert
You can call
I’ll chuckle Continue reading “Deeper”
There was no grief or
a timeless yesterday.
She blurs the moments
into one black smear
and stands like a misfit
when time trudges. Continue reading “Captive”
“GO OUT IN THE WOODS, GO OUT. IF YOU DON’T GO OUT IN THE WOODS NOTHING WILL EVER HAPPEN AND YOUR LIFE WILL NEVER BEGIN.” ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estés
There’s always someone to stop you,
even when you’re running for life,
even when you’re preparing to
wrap your bubble. Continue reading “Beginning”
“I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.”
April starts from tomorrow. There are changes everywhere. There are bright cherry blossoms, flowery fields, pollen, dust, sunny afternoons, colder evenings and allergies. I have a love-hate relationship with changes. But right now, there is going to be a small change here on my blog. I am going to write everyday for the rest of the month for A to Z challenge. Continue reading “Two Worlds Within A to Z”
“C’mon! Talk!” their noisy silence gulps my yearning.
“Beep!” a smiley appears on my sister’s phone; she frowns. Continue reading “Socially Sound!”
No one remembered
what she told him
and what remained bare Continue reading “Anniversary”
Best mother, wife, daughter, employee– too many medals wrestle with their respective gravity to grasp a piece of you. Continue reading “On Fire”
She has become a moment-antiquarian; because some moments wriggled her dreaded eyes, held her breath, and vanished before she could reach the apotheosis of astonishment. Continue reading “Story Of The Shutterbug”
Her clock is uncanny.
It does not stop after finding time-stamps on all eternal promises, and on animated blemishes caused by dead wounds. Continue reading “Timely Dilemma”