in my entire wakefulnessi am lavishly doused in this heavenly warmthcalm and blissfulof glowing colours of velvety pollen dusta zillion rose petals glide past melightly skimming my skin;beguiled by the euphonious hum of a wayfarer,undulating from a faraway country,entranced, i trail along behind itto the far side of the horizonwhere coral jasmine strew the skyeveryContinue reading “trail”
Author Archives: Smita Ray
thank you!
To those who embolden and uplift and never trivialise To those who lend their energy to a purposeful cause To those who encourage to rise above gratuitous antagonism To those who turn swords into ploughshares To those who stand up against social injustice To those who emerge as the tower of strength from the deepestContinue reading “thank you!”
rain
Who doesn’t love rain? When our thirsty ears lie in wait for rain drenched songs of earth. It’s my favourite season. 1.Pitter-patter prosody of heart’s crooning 2. Puddles and paper boats, air of festivity! The post is written in response to ‘Six word story prompt‘ hosted by Shweta
social media tours
Dossing around every which way remains pleasurable. The first flush of youth has passed inconsolably for good measure. The need for appeasement gets the better of her. For what? They must pay heed to her glib gibe and turn up to appreciate it. For one thing, it’s the only thing she’s gathered. What if herContinue reading “social media tours”
mocking and blocking
Wanting a wee bit pizzazz is not so demeaning. Joggle and wave your scooty or just pettifogging Mocking and blocking birds doss nonstop mock to block Awaiting to hear your keening soprano choke While some push to open up, improve and shine no matter what you earn — is just fine Boundaries lay firm, flexibleContinue reading “mocking and blocking”
precious
#FOWC PS : I appreciate your coming up with such a lovely prompt, Fandango. Thank you so much. 🙂 I was a tad bit unsure about putting words here. The photographs are enough and it seems that words may vitiate the beauty. PPS: All pictures are saved from Pinterest
storm
” I won’t be able to see you any longer, hope you understand.” She said calmly and matter-of-factly. He gave a perfunctory nod and looked away. She left abruptly on a short notice, without a proper goodbye. Slowly he trudged downtown. After wandering miles he was standing at the beach in the gloaming. He laidContinue reading “storm”
the orphanage
Saltmort hunkered down for a flat stone and skimmed it along the lake. On turning back he scrambled up to the grassy bank, plonked down casting a glance around. His old ramshackle orphanage stood right ahead of him. Its dilapidated doors, worn patches on the wall, weathered stone steps, etiolated creepers curling around the pergolaContinue reading “the orphanage”
sacred clouds
The languor of a hot summer day vanishes in thin air. She runs her eyes along the sky as the cool breeze sweeps her hair. Slowly, dark and wild clouds crawl across the sky. Getting thicker and darker heralding a heavy rainfall. As the first drop of rain moistens the earth, a feeling of gratitudeContinue reading “sacred clouds”
impossibility
loved by starskissed by moon cuddling up sun dreaming impossible But there are traces of other impossibilities that make my toes curl, and somehow it appears to be so non-fictional and real.. It’s about the mask that we carry since we became aware of our vulnerabilities during our growth journey. Think of those raised eyebrows,Continue reading “impossibility”
