Image credit: Pinterest (I. F.) The resonation of a flute cut through the early morning mist with the intensity of a sharpened blade slicing paper thin skin. The sound caused her ears to ache and her already spinning mind to become lighter. She crouched with her hands pressed tightly against her ears and her eyes… Continue reading Friend – Part 1
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As the year 2020 has deferred us from our daily lives; albeit to varying degrees, it leaves us with time to embark upon newer and fresher reflections. So much was lost and so much was found. Everyone had their personal battles to fight and dilemmas to overcome. We were all hoping for a brighter new… Continue reading Winds blowing sky high
When the loneliness turned to ashes and flew away, so that the seldom rain of the eyes dims and gives way; And bright as the sun spreads the smile of the crescent moon, no longer having the mild wind blowing them away with noon; And how brightly each star hangs in the sky, so long… Continue reading Friendship
The new day approached with an unfelt cheer the smiling sun reproached my heartfelt sneer Bright light spilled into my dull, dark room it convincingly drilled a near fateful doom Happiness was a distant song while I was shrouded in dismay and deep down I knew I longed to see its cheerful wave I tried… Continue reading A New Day
Forbidden was the fruitThat Eve was tempted byknowing that she offeredAdam to take a bite Forbidden was the nightwhen the sky was starlessBut the smoke blocked the lightthus rendered the darkness Forbidden were the vastbleak and desolate grasslandsBut its okay, for us humansneeded the wood for places fun Forbidden it was to chop'em trees on… Continue reading Forbidden
Image from google She closed her eyes. As she slept, she dreamt. It was an eerily familiar dream, one about queer doors. Doors which always remained unopened. It was a mysterious circular room with ancient runes in the gossamer walls. She knew the drill. It was so frequent, it seemed to be etched into her… Continue reading Paint a Dream
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com My fingers strokeThe ivory keysA tingling resonance brokeThe serene, still peace As my hands glided with wonderMusic being created, exploredI could feel myself surrenderBy the melody allured I felt myself being transportedTo an era of fantasyWhere magic of colours assortedAlighted sheer ecstasy The tune bespoke of a million things I… Continue reading Why I Play the Piano
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