Despite the disconcerting mayhem and the pandemic, 2020 has been one of the most creative and a wonderful year, so far, filled with numerous valuable learning experiences. I am grateful to have this privilege to be able to create and be a part of this community teeming with talent, striving for betterment in all areas, giving fillips to express individuality. Multiple avenues and so much to learn. I am absolutely proud of my endeavours. Hopefully, I will get more light and a better understanding with the passing time.
In those slums Stones quivered in her guts; The harrowing throes of her ailing mother, kept on heavy medication, throbbed neath the unrepairable cracks of her heart;
Fangs bared, the unlawful wail and insane burble was finally tamed
Aeons passed; Bursting with more gravels and boulders Insane throbs and wails in her gut plumbing the depth of despair one day she trod in the land of souls where her sinful burble was neither loud nor unlawful but was lent a compassionate ear, without bellyaching;
where riches of heart worth more than a king’s ransom, She fathomed: the need for substantiation was the grandest loss of the soul
She reflected back when gutted and discovered the hum of her heart the song of her soul the flavour of family and lasting love was always there
l. I slept though I did not sleep onboard the memory of you wrapped around my legs entwined we touched, we did things in real life we would not like thirsty vines found purchase I wake hot with a sore-throat for calling you in dream you stay just far enough away to be exquisite, painful […]
My morning started with this. Wow! We just want to read something like this. Untold, uncensored, beautiful flow, something as fresh as the first drop of rain. Staking blossoms in the brain. Absolutely gorgeous and inspiring to the budding writers. Ummmah…❤ Fabulous.
The skeletal part is more exhilarating. While some skeletons go for a burton, others are not abided by the law of mortality, especially the ones who live in a decaying house. This nightmare is a case in point. Even when you don’t like skeletons, later they grow on you. Just like that.
As my glance alighted on the skeleton straddling a horse wanting to canoodle me, of course, in my dream or maybe in reality…I didn’t cow and we got into an altercation. The skeleton professed something close to the bones without mincing a word which clearly was the truth…but it was ample to drive anyone bonkers. As he rammed his story down my throat, it was clear that the skeleton was not an affable guy. My defiance predominantly depended upon the fact that my mother never properly counted legs. The skeleton, crooked as a dog’s hind leg, was the one in the wrong — in case you like to place the blame on someone. Even if I was at odds with him, I didn’t want to say anything incriminating as it was just a dream. There was no need to put someone’s nose out of joints if you’re strong enough to maintain the semblance of sanity even when it is just milking a duck.
Hence, instead of baring my bones, I gulped the acrid feelings back and kissed him goodbye. Next morning the grottiness petered out.
Morals. Beautiful story. Ask Granny does it work? She is sanguine about it maybe because if you’re not optimistic, you’re a pessimist. 🙂
“…your stories and morals may not have practical application granny”, Hari took a deep breath. “Why! something happened at work today nani?”, smiled Grandma. “No I mean, not just today, as I interact with more people, and have all these meetings, I get that feeling…how should I explain to you…”, Hari tried to collect his […]
I owe you an apology for having been engrossed in my life so much, for not being able to acknowledge your generosity and support but finally, I decided to express my thanks to you for being such a wonderful community, for deeming my blog worth visiting and reading, dropping comments and helping me write better.
Though initially, I was planning to keep it private as a personal journal and practice writing alone yet, with the utmost respect, I would extend my gratitude to this wonderful community, you only enriched my writing experience and boost whatever little prowess I have, even though I haven’t been mentally prepared enough to give it a go.
For a start, to me, it was a hair raising, heady ride on a motorbike and even now I feel burnt to a frazzle and at times I surmised that I would go for a burton in no time. Nevertheless, somehow I managed to write, not much but as it is said enough is as good as a feast.
Hopefully, the combat will continue. To this wonderful community: You rock. Keep shining. Have a fabulous day.